Tag Archives: Blues

ain’t got friends

Posted on January 25, 2024 by istsfor manity

coda: blindness (ise got 4) i. ise got a seven layer lenticular cloudbillowing in my skullat 8:55 amas snow slushesto puddle-pishin late januarygray ise got a bookise hatingthat i keep ploddingthrough / blindto choice / to stopping /88% of the … Continue reading →

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three dozen moons

Posted on January 23, 2024 by istsfor manity

annihilation i. ise got exacto knife bluesthree dozen moons mirrored deepall festooned convexities waxinggibbous on repeattelescope inflectedbeak-less guttersnipes ii. / wholly holy // mawed + gashed // swallowed whole / iii. ise got arroz con pollo shakes &i look out … Continue reading →

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why belligerent robots

Posted on November 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Aural Disjecta Dream-Fu(Haiku/Ukiah/Tanka) Headful of childhoodDisjecta—jingles, and tripe—Where is the off switch? His white man savior complex—Why Marlin Perkins?Why Animal Kingdom, why? Why Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em?Why belligerent robots?Rub-a-Dub Dolly?Why can’t I turn-off my head? Maybe, I’ll get back in … Continue reading →

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cut and paste

Posted on November 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hegemonic Extirpation Day Blues It’s a ragged sort of heat. The call of the west again. Then a discomfiting sort of rain. It’s my first day out of the house in nearly three weeks. Just 2 days ago I was … Continue reading →

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grope and cope

Posted on October 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Bipolarities of Bipolar2 …the bipolarities of bipolar2 means the investiture of happy sad happy sad happy sad…means the cyclic nucleic acidic gentrification of my sadness…and the entropic dystopic myopic envisioning of my happiness…sorta’ rolla’ coasta’ o’ love hate love … Continue reading →

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i got me

Posted on September 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

Flat Corner/Corner Blues I need your love at this flat corner cornerI got the flat corner blues You left me at this flat corner cornerI got me the flat corner blues I’ll wait at this flat corner cornerI’m livin’ the … Continue reading →

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string of drugs

Posted on September 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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ecstatic in static

Posted on August 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Curanga Pie Blues I was conceived in the cold heatOf the late stage Anthropocene. My mother’s milk was curanga pie. I am a born again pleonasm—Aphasic—ecstatic in static,Mendicant in white noise. I am obscenely petulant,Vaguely touched,Piqued & hotWith fleas. EndlessNot. … Continue reading →

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red giant capricious

Posted on August 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

I Am… (haiku) Yellow star burning—Red giant capriciousness—White dwarf exhausted. What I’m Reading: “There was a bottomlessness to the negations” — Stephanie Cawley / “Not”

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junior prom floor

Posted on June 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Heavy-O-Sity Cream Dream I want you to root the violence out of the system, but you delay and acquiesce — this is the heavy-o-sity of our case. There are no life preservers to pass out—only anvils and 50 lb. … Continue reading →

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