Monthly Archives: September 2023

funk seeps in

post post boosterism (ukiah) a hapless haptic shadow infinite dashed lines funk seeps in through puncture holes What I’m Reading: “Filling with rain in the streets,this September night’s lifting me up   in an old-time elevator.Night’s ending, time’s tearing.   And the … Continue reading

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a rim idiom

misdemeanors and woodpiles look in the mirrormisdemeanors and woodpilesperfect enema-rickshawbeginner landslideson and off at the most inopportunehot chomp braglone cocoa beat transcendencea bunker of rogue startlesmild clairvoyance and approbationa vignette sorbeta rim idiom i was an egotist in a spangled … Continue reading

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and over text

One Afternoon (over tea) and over textsitting two feet away from each other she says:Why don’t you drink the rest of this? i sez:if u didn’t want it why did u make it?if u don’t drink ur tea u can’t … Continue reading

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cleave the wings

Kankakee, 2016 Then there was Kankakee—that year of enervating visions—and the posse of teenage courtiers whose dizzying luck was doomed by a pair of “ragged claws.” Fragile, as the wounded world, and openly melancholic. Yes, we had cinematic aspirations but … Continue reading

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rebounds love spills

Love is a Wastebasket I’m invoking a geraranium removal that is highly recommend—a powdered blessing of twisted rebounds (love spills). These thrills cleave and clang my heart. No detractor can spill my torch. Love is a wastebasket when finished using. … Continue reading

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will be loutish

this will be this will be a backwards maskthis will be self-abasingthis will be scrofulous and un-dexterous so this will be loutishthis will be pettythis will be unpleasant i am feeling unpleasant this will be something of a curethis will … Continue reading

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miasma of complacency

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “my name is zero, my name is nonce, my name is nobody, who the hell are you.” — Nora Claire Miller / “Rumor” “How do you get through this miasma of complacency and … Continue reading

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shadow and hiss

Old Residence Roe Venn diagrammer, Put-down fleshpot-bitten particulars, play me the warped Uriah bluffs. Shadow and hiss. Triumph pad, Draw me a Cossack and hatchway bursary embryos in and out on sternum ridges. Bring me the bluffs. White taboo clown, … Continue reading

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regarding vocal spaniels

Strange Frequencies from Management (treated found email) Good Mortgage, I wanted to clarify my email from yesterday regarding the garment promenade. Please remember the same rummages apply for vocal spaniels. If you are physically able you must go out into … Continue reading

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unplucked ass hair

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “blah blah blahthere was a plague.again.” — Samiya Bashir / “Some days of wine and pastry” I’m not interested in poetry. I don’t know what interests me. Non-dullness, I suppose. Proper poetry is … Continue reading

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