Tag Archives: Dada

my cleavage looked

Posted on July 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Physiotherapist Below (Found Note thru N+7 Generator) The young woodlouses were thrilled today with all their new apparel. My cleavage looked like a deprivation straddle. I had to bring everything in today because my apostrophe echoed the famous factotum … Continue reading →

in my neighborhood pt. 13

Posted on July 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

What I’m Listening To: “Eating the world through the eyes of a fishI like salt, I like saltCoagulants, fritters, tubes, patties and linksIch bin enchilada, bye” — Brnda / “Year of the Hot Dog by Burger Gang”

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destined for history

Posted on June 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Chancroid v. Chancellor Pasted and made agent, once again, I earned the title of Chancroid of Elfador. I understood public relations and quickly assembled a fleet to sail to Festicularis. Never had so many sumptuous furs been made execrable by … Continue reading →

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the heat dome

Posted on June 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

Self-Inflicted Dodo Dada A dusty path toward deliverance after a club on the head, a dark hour, a black age— Quashed then regained. Diverted, re-charted, and reoriented The crags and canyons—vertiginous—skirted. The roiling water. Up ahead the fog-smoke. We live … Continue reading →

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key of dada

Posted on June 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Catafalque Tunes in 5/8 Time Catafalque tunes in mahogany time. Nothing sounds as it should. Dripping in the recessive notes of a palanquin juddering in a surreal signature. Come to think off it, father’s signature flew off the back of … Continue reading →

gravity is inescapable

Posted on June 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

Gravity is inescapable. Nothing makes sense. They’re trying to get in. Don’t let them in. What I’m Reading: “Expect society to be defective. Then weep when you findthat it is farmore defective than you imagined.” — Ron Padgett / “How … Continue reading →

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why am i

Posted on June 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

seize a wave of misfiring synapseswhy am i hearing bellsseeing sparkles i no longer compute What I’m Listening To: “Far way out, you’re going to seeI’m a loss of faith, you’re a changed belief” — Poliça / “Lime Habit”

at nothing, nowhere

Posted on June 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Arrow Haiku Fu (Close) My love for you is . . .A set of arrows pointingAt nothing, nowhere. What I’m Reading: “note found in cantonese fortune cookie:neruda slept here” — Wanda Coleman / “Neruda”

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of the lint

Posted on June 8, 2022 by istsfor manity

Two Versions of My Alleged Madness i. I ate your bonsai tree after you trimmed it and jumped on October 28, 1929. I practiced Iridology in the nude during alternating waning crescents of the moon during the Reagan presidency. In … Continue reading →

was a mirage

Posted on June 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Plague Rats Beget i. My ancestors crossedThe Sahara with rats plaguedRich with penury ii. My ancestors arrived in Spain in search of an oasis that was a mirage. The oasis would appear one-half-mile ahead beyond them, and at their arrival … Continue reading →

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