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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....

pick me clean

Posted on January 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rumbling The field full of regular hours. The strain of exposure to sunlight stark and unfiltered. It’s got me down, debased, debauched, and drunk with stolen beatitude. The scarecrows keep me kin—and if cock robin is not in Caracas I’m … Continue reading →

documents were signed

Posted on January 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Pomp Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were underground … Continue reading →

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to stew together

Posted on January 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Personals for Condiments (Haiku) Curt olives desireUnwrinkled tangy capers To stew together. “Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.” — Jack Kerouac / On the Road

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lonely & destitute

Posted on January 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Check the Groyne and Moil Murmuring a conventional recitativethe baritone herded the baronetheartily beneath the farmer.Dowse the dartboard!My dowsing rod morphedinto a calypso airgunof uncomfortable residue.There’s garbage in the streets.Check the groyne and moil—Let’s dance! He moved chalk for a … Continue reading →

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teeth cracked jag

Posted on January 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

go supplicant tongue parched pavement wavers hot teeth cracked jag skull throbs welts sear dread dead sun go “The COVID Age: thatmay be the Anthropocene’sgift to the planet.” —Karthika Naïr / A Different Diatance: A Renga

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in my neighborhood

Posted on January 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

I asked the future why it was not as good as it used to be. It said it could see the diacritical marks on my words when I spoke. I said: I saw one of Dali’s giraffes eat Magritte’s green … Continue reading →

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in the blue

Posted on January 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

drink a jug of sunshinestraight up—by the riverengorged with victimsdown from the hills—bodiesroiling in mudgeyser-blown the sun—it’s work undone—unperturbedin the blueclearabove “i’m writing these words to quench my thirst. i write alone in the hopes that i would write myself … Continue reading →

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we say nothing

Posted on January 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Imbricate My words imbricate your wordsYour words imbricate my wordsWe overlap in squalls and skronksFour boots squelching mudA call and response Never at reposeWe squawk a fortress against understandingWe say nothingWhen we say a lot “We may only be alive … Continue reading →

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freed of meaning

Posted on January 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

cologne and ammonia her delicate blue-veined wrongdoingsher slender handfuls of bone shardsher clubhouse lay crushed and patheticher lathe upon her white cheetahher fragile fraction of cologne and ammoniaher frangible fiction coiffed in toxinsher old frayed cataracther daughter’s prickled shank armholeher … Continue reading →

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with the timpanist

Posted on January 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Entheogens and Tongues Jonquil at the sidebar saw them dromedary away. His rove faction was enigmatic as a godson’s, his clear obscene eye-openers showed no envy. The holyspirit left before the prologue. “You are good, you are,” he trills in … Continue reading →

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