the starkest darkest

thee raging undergrowth (redux)

the fear bitterness & hatred
the witch fellow falters
the work the starkest darkest &
the most sharply subversive pair of shoes
the wartime years self maneuvered & censored
the jingoistic pension conditional
the use of memory & his own words
the struggling fellow & his eleven existential roadblocks
the ensuing disarray & immiseration
the annoyance laced travails
the low key lighting
the austere camerawork
the crossfade to black
the avant-garde soundtrack
the elbow to the side of the head
the endorsement of filial piety followed by
the kick in the eye
the filth
the pith
the pit

the the

What I’m Reading:

He hates his neighbors’ flowers, claims his
are redder, bluer, whiter than theirs, believes
his bees work harder, his soil richer, blacker.
He hears birds sing sweeter in his trees, taller
and fuller, too, but not enough to screen out
the nameless faces next door that he calls
liars, thieves whơ’d steal his juicier fruit, kill
for his wetter rain and brighter sun.

— Richard Blanco / “Dreaming A Wall” / How To Love A Country

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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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