Monthly Archives: August 2024

a violent shake

Posted on August 6, 2024 by istsfor manity

Coda: A Fall Evening (redux) The dying day teethesOn the tinny taste of bus exhaust.Eight O’ Eight roars away.Bayside shadows cast and reel back nothing.And now the toothy breezeSeizes the silver weedsWith a violent shake,And rasps the bayside clear.Distant machines … Continue reading →

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restoration of sense

Posted on August 5, 2024 by istsfor manity

Continental Frustrations Mango and Malefactor are aware that their bullfinch-wide jackets are taking on water. Our vermouth rubies too sanguine to make the needed replies. We apologize for this indication and indigestion. All gestures are pointless and rutting began early … Continue reading →

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urge to smash

Posted on August 4, 2024 by istsfor manity

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week In Florida, even the cold is warm by comparisonWe sit at the ocean’s lip as it licks the sand from our toes . . .. . . I ask the lifeguard not to hang … Continue reading →

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colonial so parochial

Posted on August 3, 2024 by istsfor manity

unfinished mutter three aliens put me in a moralist’s moodsomething drastic this way plumbs i weigh drachmas and laceratethe heavens in heaves of heat domereflected hotness two rectories are emptysmelling of fear and carnal loathingbackhander deals glisten and tinglerepeated and … Continue reading →

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of the lint

Posted on August 2, 2024 by istsfor manity

Two Versions of My Alleged Madness (redux) i. I ate your bonsai tree after you trimmed it and jumped on October 28, 1929. I practiced Iridology in the nude during alternating waning crescents of the moon during the Reagan presidency. … Continue reading →

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unlike the scorn

Posted on August 1, 2024 by istsfor manity

splotch the score and mail dictatorgiven to distraction and destructionhis personal colonial wrapperon golden cigarettescork of bookwormand mechanical writing—automatic writing is so 1923—a pedigree of tousled hairwings and ear flapsin the buttercup of his sustained limpthe announcement of a new … Continue reading →

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