trilogy of quatrains

Through the Onion Trends

He’s the social steamroller of a lifetime!

Reminiscent of a walking mature apocalypse—between tugs and kisses—few audiences have experienced this level of patriarchy and cake. Nutritive as cyanide. Planetary caskets put to use at an alarming rate. Off-site training of fiends and brooding strangers. It’ll drive the masses to sploot like overheated squirrels.

Through the Onion Trends. Though the mesh of higher forefingers and bureaucratic systems consistently locked in hegemonic melodrama and wanton death. Google misanthropy and ye shall see!

He’s a trilogy of quatrains in pentagonal packets told in lyric couplets.

(I miss my right arm—my finches have eloped with said appendage—in its stead all I have is this onion. Each successive layer an eggshell of penury.)

Unfortunately, the petrichor now smells like Ayn Rand, a Coke, and a runcible smile.

What I’m Reading:

“The heartbeat of our alternative vision is still a fundamental and necessary truth: there can be no love when there is domination.”

— bell hooks / Feminism Is for Everybody: Passionate Politics

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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