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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....

three-chord chaos

Circumnavigations Testy? Who does what to whom? This is now. Now is the only thing that’s real. What are you talking about? Why are you quavering in the light of darkening testimony? What is this? Does this make any sense? … Continue reading →

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a conflation of

Blackout Poem 020314 (redux) An irritating squirrel says To an umbrella made of stone: “You are a conflation of an Absurdist dialectic. You are an impossible form.” The umbrella sprouts a stratocumulus cloud on its ferrule and floats away. The … Continue reading →

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in your wake

Haiku 32421 My heart is shrapnel — Incised, excised, in your wake — Fragments, incomplete. “My work is to believe in grace even though I don’t believe in God. To realize that all of my greatest fears are things that … Continue reading →

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malevolence and secretions

Oblation and Obloquy Strictly speaking I’m not saying what you think I’m talking about. You’ve got your facts correct but your theme is enjambed with my leitmotif. I’m schooling you with malevolence, and secretions waiting, in sketchy, skittery, and toothsome … Continue reading →

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get a room

Dinner and a Polemic Do you want me to make dinner now? It seems to be what you are saying. I’m saying that the guys over there fighting about whether U.S. Girls is “rawk” enough—maybe in an indie way—but no … Continue reading →

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horizon line stitched

The Desolate Places I. Sole lox lunchbox Bite full o’ soul Tar by the shoreline Bisected by sandbank Oil derricks ablaze Gas flames in the ozone grey II. Stamp your heel in the sand The tar ball forms a toothy … Continue reading →

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only divisible by

It’s only divisible by itself. I don’t understand. Help me understand. Why won’t you help me understand? “Friluftsliv Nei Saying that you’re going to go for a walk in the crisp, wintry fresh air and then it suddenly being nighttime … Continue reading →

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bay leaf bazaars

it’s here the modified claim it should say zero file an amended excuse for lethargy i’m subverting the judge’s luncheon by torpedo you laugh like a wimple wearing super coquette leave me alone in my misery and lack of awareness … Continue reading →

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nude boogie woogie

That Ability to Coexist (After Jessica Bruder’s Nomadland) “The last free place in America is a parking spot.” Sell-o-rama! Are you fascinated by the blurring Of class lines? You need not file yellowed papers In triplicate. You don’t need. We … Continue reading →

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a foreboding step

Circumlocution The snow turns to slush, Overnight a sheath of ice, A foreboding step. A death threat in Denmark Over the telephone and emails The children should all be killed Using a bolt pistol then skinned And fed to the … Continue reading →

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