respirators of joy

Posted on May 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

Windbag Tanka (w/ flow detritus)

Me and my windbag
Boom at a sequel center.
We squawk used trumpets—
Spit valves overflowing skronk
Like respirators of joy.

(If anyone knows of a planet where my windbag and I can purchase used booms that would be very helpful)

What I’m Reading:

I am a stranger
learning to worship the strangers
around me

— June Jordan / “These Poems”

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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