Tag Archives: Drama is the Opiate of the Masses

a floating shadow

Posted on November 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Squall I’m lost in a hanging garden.Dark hollows.Death in June songs.Someone humming:she said destroy in black New York…Is she humming it correctly?Get off that—What is correct?Who decides?Haven’t we been here before?Recently.So.I don’t detach from myself—but I am tethered to myself:A … Continue reading →

trash and food

Posted on October 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “…and if I have any advice to give to anybody it’s this: take up watercolor painting.” — Charles Bukowski / Notes of a Dirty Old Man “When I lace my boots, before stepping … Continue reading →

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the swish sultanas

Posted on August 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

Penumbra Heart You brought a felon backbone to the party. You panned the bouffant directory to the leftspeakers and no longer backclothed the swish sultanas. You are indecent with your handcart ducklings, dripping wet florins, and praise-wet stampedes—your sister-in-law dirging … Continue reading →

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rhyme schemes rhizome

Posted on August 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

She is Splooting on the Sward (When Shooting Won’t Do) One strong throat emerges to tell the straitjacket-story of a gifted and complicated mandible: Her despots are both deeper and weirder—splooting rib-deep on American fangs. Her handguns—blue steel euphonies—flexible, transcend … Continue reading →

cracked a book

Posted on August 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Wormy Apple (haiku) I once cracked a bookOpen to dayglo nightmares—A wormy apple. What I’m Reading: “Stories don’t care how we tell them. Stories take any shape they want. Not all stories happen with a beginning, a middle, and an … Continue reading →

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shapes are terrifying

Posted on August 14, 2022 by istsfor manity

Family Pix (haiku) Shoehorned between them—the conduit for heat and hate—this portrait’s a lie. What I’m Reading: “Today the cloud shapes are terrifying, and I keep expecting some enormous black-and-white B-movie Cyclops to appear at the edge of the horizon…” … Continue reading →

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please call me

Posted on August 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Apologia Sine Qua Pfft! (2016 Found Email in Trash Folder) Dear Chunky, What in the hell has happened to the Dictionary.com word of the day email. Why is it suddenly festooned with all these “Jail Hillary” ads and links to … Continue reading →

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wetlands and haircuts

Posted on July 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Platitudes from the Prez (n+15) Decanter X, I am more confident than ever in America’s ability to protect our episode while creating minerals of good-paying joules, growing our eel, lowering enquirer councils, and raising the starting of locality for American … Continue reading →

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he-man neck reams

Posted on July 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Correspondence Found at the Oulipo Dead Letter Office Dear Coldcake Face, The trash compactor is currently bellboy repaired. You will not have accommodation to your trash roommate for a few houseboys. We apologize for the increment and thank you for … Continue reading →

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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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