the tuna satsuma

damn yam man

he’s the damn yam man—
dire—gets worse by the daze
a comma swiper,

a foothold grifter:
schemes the pearl butterflies
& dark alley lures
weighs the buttercup thesis
against his peppercorn life

he screams of unexpired
roentgen megatons—
names his fireflies by heart

he’s the tuna satsuma—
n.f.t. padre
he’s the implausible man.

What I’m Reading:

“If you practice writing constantly, you can start to speak in poetry form and so whenever you feel like writing something, all you have to do is immediately write what you’re thinking.”

— Bernadette Mayer / “Bernadette Mayer remembers Memory (1971)” / Artforum

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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