gotta’ bullfrog lisp

a sixteenth note expiry

i have a need to plead …

i have a weave to cleave
& acts to distract attention

i have a hair-plug inclination to desert my kids
i gotta’ bullfrog lisp

i got a broken face …

i broach destiny reluctantly
with the ineluctable sheen of pomade

i’m a leering minister benchmarking / bench-pressing / a mole on the dole

i invite
i incite
nine raging custodians to ignite
rags & patchworks in vaporous lockerooms

lifeguard dan waterproofs a bullock / saves none

hallucination-housemothers homeroom
intelligencers / barbarian
counselors / ocelots / provosts
sheep broods & destroyers of oilskins
toward tangentially incestuous acts

my coverage has expired
i need a waiver

or

a semi-quaver of gravid cusses

i’m a pregnant funambulist
on a frayed squid-wire

help me if you can, i’m feeling down …

help me get my feet back on the ground …
won’t you please please
help me help me
help me

ooh

What I’m Reading:

rambling speech to rambling speech
this year ranting is better than fucking
especially holding on to the end of a noose soaked
in orange blossom water

— Jolanda Insana / “Noose soaked in orange blossom water”

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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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