Tag Archives: Drama is the Opiate of the Masses

make it ours

Posted on January 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bully Boy Racers Boy racers setIn Sevastopol—Grandiloquence& eminence—On the blur frostway line.Two, three,six,ten & o n e (last)One.Boom. Boom.Vroom. ZoomWith a tambor & villainy.Clearing out the countrySide. Who you with, sonny? WhoYou with?I’m with thee manWith the shashkaOut to strafe … Continue reading →

the smudged sky

Posted on January 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Make it Rain Blighted MayaHip-priest / kingThrottles the sacrifice. Make it rain.Make it rain. Gutter scribe railsPotter shardsIncomplete— Make it rain.Make it rain. Ten thousand talonsShear the smudgedSky. Make it rain.Make it rain. Cries from the deepestCave benightA forest— Make … Continue reading →

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time and detuned

Posted on January 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

1985 – 2022 The indolence of stay-at-home drinking. The lack of squeeze in this bottle. Pleased to meet me—pleased to cleft myself. I clean myself in the mirror… It was sometime around 1985 and there were misdemeanors in my motherland’s … Continue reading →

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lamé strait-jacket

Posted on January 27, 2022 by istsfor manity

fissure sophistry (flarfish #49) the fissure for the half-sister in the late 1940sthe recurrent glandthe lamé strait-jacket where the nub meets the timbershe shows herself capableerratically advertisingsometimes disappearing the servicemanthe bookmarksthe timpanist(again)lived togetherin common-layerbas-relief in some arms illegalnon-biplane propellerflirting with … Continue reading →

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you are special

Posted on January 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

Words of Advice When you hit the wall, son:Avoid obfuscation.Eschew the picayune.Think big, boy. Pray every day.Do right.Go to church.Go to work. Bypass tontines.Eat every toston that passes before you.Stay fit and sober. Do as I say. “Don’t interfere in … Continue reading →

pronounce ypres correctly

Posted on January 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Stumped Focus. Breathe. Here. Fuzzy wool strings. Lime green. Flayed solar flares encroaching empty space, like rabbit ears stumped. A loom undone. The Dardanelles. Where did that come from? Why now and here just before his interview? He knew he’d … Continue reading →

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in the shade

Posted on January 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Octopus’s Garden Mimosa tree secularity hit me in the solar plexus. Ain’t no gods going around making mimosa trees and atomic bombs in the same breath. Time and space are like the lint balls I fish out of my belly … Continue reading →

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pick me clean

Posted on January 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rumbling The field full of regular hours. The strain of exposure to sunlight stark and unfiltered. It’s got me down, debased, debauched, and drunk with stolen beatitude. The scarecrows keep me kin—and if cock robin is not in Caracas I’m … Continue reading →

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documents were signed

Posted on January 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Pomp Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were underground … Continue reading →

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we say nothing

Posted on January 12, 2022 by istsfor manity

Imbricate My words imbricate your wordsYour words imbricate my wordsWe overlap in squalls and skronksFour boots squelching mudA call and response Never at reposeWe squawk a fortress against understandingWe say nothingWhen we say a lot “We may only be alive … Continue reading →

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