of rare melancholy

black bile … (ise #3)

preface to the absent lavation
hostage letters: guidelines
for burning atrabilious simula
crum
2024

i.

ise got saturn on my printer
spavined upturned
and obtuse

ise got masscult extenders
like foam we’re #1 fingers
icy-topes of some
other half-life

ii.

don’t harvest ice from the pond
a rag said today
a world fraying yet
full of possibilities

there is certain extinction
in that mouthful
of rare melancholy

a splenetic marble
undone / over
chiseled

cast wax

vestiges of other
vestments & black
bile

iii.

saturn searches
for the dessert
child

(sense / cents / for a dying world)

What I’m Reading:

“Jan.24.2022

The funeral home calls and I open
your checkbook, a balance of mocking birds.”

— Victoria Chang / “Today”

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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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