wear my cassock

Posted on March 25, 2023 by istsfor manity

These Wires Are Live

I was begat by malpractice & malfeasance
Death had no use for me

Because I would not squat for death
There would be no dearth of fezzes
(and jaunty chapeaus)

Have I got a crazy memory for you—
Nine pigsties & a professional provocateur

Stop shivering in the cemetery
You’ve got bags under your eyes
Viper teeth & elfin ears

After 25 misconceptions
The monocle countess is 20 pilchards short

Wear my cassock
In roughly chronological order
Take me out & ridicule me

You are brimless & cylindrical

What I’m Reading:

“The universe is 95% dark stuff that we don’t understand. The remainder is this sticky matter that makes up things like you and smallpox.”

— Zach Weinersmith / Science: Abridged Beyond the Point of Usefulness

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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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