Tag Archives: Dada

bilge neurotic spewer

Posted on February 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

malefactor poetaster (flarfish #50) cronobacter poetaster—salmonella malefactor—flay your cruelly blacked-out heart one element erasmus punkmender-eyeing milk / are u sycophantor plagiarist 80 pages in? criminal or felon? anti-matter skate?hag the play / r u predator of snorts?strike the pedestal / … Continue reading →

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slurry of words

Posted on February 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics Plactivist—a disembodied word. Decontextualized. One word in bas-relief, that I heard her say, in a slurry of words not directed at me. Plactivist—decoupled and set adrift from its word cloud. It blazed like a meteorite across the my … Continue reading →

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such charisma such

Posted on February 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tamp-Stamp Down She felt transcendent being recognized as thee tamp-yam whisperer. Everyone in her neighborhood Smorebucks acknowledged her tamps—so long ignored. Yes, finally, she was the best yam-tamper there was—the supreme of the arty fistful—able to keep mandrills at bay. … Continue reading →

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if we seek

Posted on February 13, 2022 by istsfor manity

New Brutalist Monochrome If it is odious and onerous,it is a tear-jerker.If it produces scribe acrylics,the aqua fortis seethes beneath a trap door.If a doormat marks the national threshold,it may be full of off-kilter moments.If it reads like a Russian … Continue reading →

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out 5 senses

Posted on February 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

blinders / blunders (redux) i could feel it now… i was crawling with pierced eyeballswringing my twisted mindoff the edgeshaking out 5 senses a hole in my heartglued over with spit “i write about urban bleeders and breeders, but amtroubled … Continue reading →

updated residue dirge

Posted on February 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

Community Relations E-mail (n+7) Debauched Neighbor, If you have a new litany for the Residue Dirge or need to update your current litany, the discharge is Friday, February 11th. If you are currently listed and have no chants, you do … Continue reading →

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a passing thought

Posted on February 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hooked Don’t roil the waterWait for the paint to drySssh! the children will hearWhat are you burningCommingling with the ashesof the dead?Surely you know the matter—Particulate—we breatheIs someone’s uncleOr sister floating in airAt 300 ppm RecyclingYou say biliousIn cross-bone stanceDead … Continue reading →

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we broke up

Posted on February 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Fissure Kitty, Faun & I I tuned arpeggios at 6 and 16. Fissure kitty at a neighbor’s glance—under the shake-up of a manic-depressive trend—laden with oppressive fudge, in August heavyweight. I initiated it. My fissure sunbather fuzz, with fanfare drums—from … Continue reading →

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is this buoy

Posted on February 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Tonnage Equilibrium My sitar stickingtonnage out in the dustyairbus of chattering teethpulling the armadillo. The growing dominanceof an eyewash bullfinch—an open tinderbox—the brews grow out. The polity of deflection.Remember my sitar scabbard. Is this buoy equilibrium?Is this lift-off? “You cannot … Continue reading →

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a soybean libertine

Posted on February 7, 2022 by istsfor manity

All This Planned Imagine a soybean model as one might see at a redeemer’s onstage rage steamroller. I think that was you trying to stay out of your own web. You reduced and hosted ragbag shows for fifteen yogis. Your … Continue reading →