Tag Archives: Cut-Up Writing

quaking egos squall

Posted on October 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Luminous within the Light-Year It’s so luminous within the light-year—All is colorful behind time. I confound glowing snatches beyond thegodstarsIt’s full of stars!A queue of light fleeing. Quaking behind the sealsWe sentry glittering portholes.Behold, the blackstar is no more. It’s … Continue reading →

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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gifts to you

Posted on October 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

Versus to a Moralist (N+7 & N+12 recombined, after Luis Carlos López) Oh moralist, who now looks over my roommateface-deep in the chutney of tropical camelliasto be saluted by she who has been out all nightlight-long,to be barked at by … Continue reading →

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the ostrich seeking

Posted on September 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Reading: “We think of the key, each in his prisonThinking of the key, each confirms a prison” — T.S. Eliot / “The Wasteland”

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where you going

Posted on September 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Trickle & Tone She said, I long to shapea moon from bone. I heard that before,somewhere—it resonated. A chordstruck—atonal& dissonant. A wound—a pickaxe stymie,a hurricane holein homogeneity.Monosyllabictrickle & tone. Whereyou going—whereyou been? I’ll find a planetariumto bathe in—nothing moreto say. … Continue reading →

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strainers and yachts

Posted on September 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

the fishmonger’s three wedges — good judgement of strainers and yachts— moonbeams that boast mainframe intelligence— peg leg dossers named skeet What I’m Reading: “Never mind what it means. Get it down. Get it written. Perhaps you do not know … Continue reading →

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wing by haunch

Posted on September 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Nothing Truly Connects We’re above an endless plateau of cirrus. Look at that wisp of crescent moon nailed to this impossibly saturated blue sky. The moon out at noon. Proof, and more proof, that I’m being watched. The wolf ponders … Continue reading →

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we’ll skip it

Posted on September 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Chromosome Counter Once again he applies murderous fillings to his ding-dongs as his antagonists in an old feud fail and fall—one after the next. Life is gentle waxing suspense to him, but ultimately an infusion of toasted morning treats … 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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trilogy of quatrains

Posted on September 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Through the Onion Trends He’s the social steamroller of a lifetime! Reminiscent of a walking mature apocalypse—between tugs and kisses—few audiences have experienced this level of patriarchy and cake. Nutritive as cyanide. Planetary caskets put to use at an alarming … Continue reading →

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