urn in pieces

birth of a new hate tanka

a bright wound apace
the carrion eaters drool
awash and congealed
the world is turned outside-in
a grecian urn in pieces

What I’m Reading:

the noblewoman solemnly pumps clouds into sacks of leather and stone

— Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle”

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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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