leaflets of color

graphic scourges

thee first wound
his intermediary exploration
of synesthesiac particularity
akin to visual music
or graphic scourges
from apparent cellular shavings
hanging a pendulous doctorate
drawn directly from squints
+luminous winkles+leaflets of color pawpaws made into astonishing compotes

scripture filled with soaks skims +sneezes +eyewitness darkrooms
tarot caribous+ thee trespasser of ligaments

all moving momentum spanners
+viscous fly muddles
puddle me this
puzzle me mutilated

What I’m Reading:

My share of the people
is the transit of their ghosts.

— Najwan Darwish / “A Violet Darkness”

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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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