shot adrenaline fear

sanctimonious crow tankas (+)

the way a crow shook down…
abhorrence from its hemlock
sanctimonious—
humanity wallowing
at its talons sharp and black

has given my mind…
a steely cortisol shot /
adrenaline fear /
scores of crows fill the dread sky
my heart arrested in flight

where is my dark hidey-hole?

What I’m Reading:

It’s quarter to two.
On this street of darkened pawnshops, Welfare hotels and tenements, One or two ragged puppets are awake.

— Charles Simic / “Puppet-Maker”

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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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