six-mile iguana

seismograph wine (haiku)

pollinate crosswind
ride the six-mile iguana
bwana johnny time

What I’m Reading:

“And poetry isn’t dead
It’s gone to live on an upstate farm
The world is like that also
Getting over its need to be seen”

— Sarah Jean Grimm / “Object Permanence”

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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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