Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

and over text

One Afternoon (over tea) and over textsitting two feet away from each other she says:Why don’t you drink the rest of this? i sez:if u didn’t want it why did u make it?if u don’t drink ur tea u can’t … Continue reading

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cleave the wings

Kankakee, 2016 Then there was Kankakee—that year of enervating visions—and the posse of teenage courtiers whose dizzying luck was doomed by a pair of “ragged claws.” Fragile, as the wounded world, and openly melancholic. Yes, we had cinematic aspirations but … Continue reading

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rebounds love spills

Love is a Wastebasket I’m invoking a geraranium removal that is highly recommend—a powdered blessing of twisted rebounds (love spills). These thrills cleave and clang my heart. No detractor can spill my torch. Love is a wastebasket when finished using. … Continue reading

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shadow and hiss

Old Residence Roe Venn diagrammer, Put-down fleshpot-bitten particulars, play me the warped Uriah bluffs. Shadow and hiss. Triumph pad, Draw me a Cossack and hatchway bursary embryos in and out on sternum ridges. Bring me the bluffs. White taboo clown, … Continue reading

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regarding vocal spaniels

Strange Frequencies from Management (treated found email) Good Mortgage, I wanted to clarify my email from yesterday regarding the garment promenade. Please remember the same rummages apply for vocal spaniels. If you are physically able you must go out into … Continue reading

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muss and fuss

Stellar Jay Croaks A Captain’s Rocking Recrudescence Dear Debauched Passengers on the High Seas, Due to the tropical strait foreigner, we will condone high (expletive deleted) window-dressers. And for your pleasure sailors will flog the poppets. All viewing galleries will … Continue reading

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cupid squeezing lemons

what i saw today spellbinding fines on fireavant-garde geophysicists & their lampshadeshallucinatory incantations of prop violinspowerful splints with split eardrumsthe boundaries of lampreyscupid squeezing lemonskabuki pop hotel upgradesearmark fortress visions of shame What I’m Reading: “In my chalice, now,on good … Continue reading

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plates grind shift

walls come down the couple grouses and whinesabout being bumpedfrom their first class seats— while half a world away thousands dieas tectonic plates grind / shiftand the walls come down… What I’m Reading: “But this is not a poem. This … Continue reading

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not a thing

three time zones away my head is already three time zones awayon the other side of the continenton the far side of stable enabled dependent and enfeebledwhat is it that turns us againsteach other with the facilityof sunrises enshroudedin cloud … Continue reading

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what you will

Your pareidolia / My pneumonia •Hey things could be beautiful•If I understood your semiotics for pulmonary distress•What do you mean you see Jesus’s face on this rye crisp?•Hey things could be beautiful•This wounded choking burning micro plastic forever chemical infused … Continue reading

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