turkey aint dead

thanks (tankas +)

vision / revision
christmas tree on a car roof
turkey aint dead yet
the paint on the walls / tacks wet
three bulbs out on the light string

speakers warble / hiss
johnny mathis / let it snow
turkey aint dead yet
halloween pumpkin rotting
gnawed by raccoons + squirrels

gray sleet slicks the walk
a burp of bile caught in throat
turkey aint dead yet
the family stares you down
lions muted on tv

(repulsion / revulsion)

What I’m Reading:

“My mother always said I was bad at scissors, 
and I’ve often accidentally cut myself  
as if to prove her point.”

— Kathy Fagan / “What I was Looking For”

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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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