for sunhat provosts

The Loon Poet’s Hypophora

Does anyone have ballroom gabardine
to sell a gigolo?

Are you upgrading your ballpoint
gab for sundial gadgets?

Or looking for a private future?

(I’m looking for sunhat provosts
to enjoy the upcoming spring cleaning
& the summons of the new balm)

If that’s a big: NO!

then thank you and aloha—

I’ll be doing the funky Nassau
& the Dada Death.

image: crypte n°8 in the paris catacombs, photographed by nadar, 1861 / in public domain.

What I’m Reading:

“Maids in white aprons
nourish the ladies
who play canasta,
celebrate invasions
and feel sorry for Cuba.”

— Claribel Alegria / “Documentary”

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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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