Author Archives: istsfor manity

Blood Sport Pretend you’re traveling on a business trip … (All I can say is… stop. Stop!) Convinced you’re lost, laying there in that Amazonian outpost — covered by a mosquito net — the masses of mosquitos, a deluge through … Continue reading →

cross-wired the morality of it doesn’t enter in to any of this we can hold two mutually contradictory ideas in mind at the same time fritillary herbaceous & compromised as a corpus callosum that no longer holds a mind together … Continue reading →

Market Futures The ad above the seats reads — Intrusive thoughts… Appearance … Causing Significant Stress? She reads the sign and immediately hates how the man sitting below the sign acts — a loud in the cellphone talker She sees … Continue reading →

avuncular and antediluvian my four uncles speak of biblical rains: ¡lo que viene por ahí! i’m conducting my cornu and sistrum band we make a heavenly racket there is dispatch in our notes alacrity in our fingers smell of ozone … Continue reading →

Hibby Shake: Nada Dada (#1020) Reading the lists results in desultory nauseam, in vibrotactile waves overcoming my hands — shaking — shaking arms, head, torso, legs. I become gelatinous on an armature that settles solid into the grass. I can’t … Continue reading →

Sacrafect Bioluminescence Because I didn’t want to go, I made my partner cry. I feel poorly today, both physically and now because I made him cry. I have a predisposition for alienation — and a tendency to make more of … Continue reading →

Perfect Disasters The devil is making appearances on a daily basis. I’m making something of a Herculean effort to quash this Sisyphean impulse. My parents come home early and discover me playing with large cockroaches while the guitar in the … Continue reading →

Auspicious of…? because… america… “You do the little job you’re trained to do. Pull a lever. Push a button. You don’t understand and any of it, and then you just die.” — Chuck Palahniuk / Fight Club

Afterword My grandmother called to thank me for placing her dentures on her chest as they wheeled her out of the Catholic Hospice. She said she didn’t think she’d need them, that I embarrassed her in the parking lot that … Continue reading →

Intractable You dream Your tongue is loosed Upon that intractable wafer Glued to the roof Of your perfidious Mouth “No smoking in the torture chamber.” — Samuel Beckett / Dream of Fair to Middling Women