Monthly Archives: January 2024

shut your mouth

Posted on January 31, 2024 by istsfor manity

Foisted Fade In. Frosty flourishes of flighty fevered filigree: I’d like to foist something on you. I’d like you to meet my Id: X this is Id. Id meet X. Now what I’d like you to know first is that … Continue reading →

see me through

Posted on January 30, 2024 by istsfor manity

I. Aleric’s Anodyne I’m in a groove with Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I get a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swells to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeps and a shot … Continue reading →

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like drunken flies

Posted on January 29, 2024 by istsfor manity

land of crusts (tanka) brown desolation /a land of crusts and bleached bones /hovercopters dronelike drunken flies over rot /scavenging spavined corpses• What I’m Reading: “However, they won’t say: the times were darkRather: why were their poets silent?” — Bertolt … Continue reading →

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hands in fists

Posted on January 28, 2024 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “I am not goingto rot. I will not lie down in the groundwith the cauliflower and the eggshell mushroom,and grow a fungus out of my stomachlike a foetus, my face sluicing off me … Continue reading →

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the rheumy discharges

Posted on January 27, 2024 by istsfor manity

Monologue Arpeggiator (Help me) Fade In. Above the blinding flats of white screen reveries: I’m flying over anonymous calamities with a courageous lack of temerity—then falling again. I plunge with celerity. A godwit plummet after 25,000 miles. Think of the … Continue reading →

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of terminal lies

Posted on January 26, 2024 by istsfor manity

the belt buckle reign belt buckles rain downthe devil’s hailin appropriate private spaces o, father of violenceo, father of terminal lieso, father of red-hot welts i am soft underbelly pillow-protectedan urchin turned upside-downa cord-yanked silence papa was a rollin stone … Continue reading →

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ain’t got friends

Posted on January 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

coda: blindness (ise got 4) i. ise got a seven layer lenticular cloudbillowing in my skullat 8:55 amas snow slushesto puddle-pishin late januarygray ise got a bookise hatingthat i keep ploddingthrough / blindto choice / to stopping /88% of the … Continue reading →

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of rare melancholy

Posted on January 24, 2024 by istsfor manity

black bile … (ise #3) preface to the absent lavationhostage letters: guidelinesfor burning atrabilious simulacrum 2024 i. ise got saturn on my printerspavined upturnedand obtuse ise got masscult extenderslike foam we’re #1 fingersicy-topes of someother half-life ii. don’t harvest ice … Continue reading →

three dozen moons

Posted on January 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

annihilation i. ise got exacto knife bluesthree dozen moons mirrored deepall festooned convexities waxinggibbous on repeattelescope inflectedbeak-less guttersnipes ii. / wholly holy // mawed + gashed // swallowed whole / iii. ise got arroz con pollo shakes &i look out … Continue reading →

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eyes with yours

Posted on January 22, 2024 by istsfor manity

rhyparography : coiling he’s a grandiloquent viper burstingat the imbrications—interlocking eyes with yours—susurrationssibilant charms + whispers coilingtight breathless What I’m Reading: “If, when he’s dying, he’s nothing left to say he’ll feel bereft” — Paul Bailey / “Humorous”