Tag Archives: Dream Notation

shot by booster

Posted on October 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Booster Shot Tanka Man shot by booster—Fever dreams / sleep of reason—Cavorting beastiesCourse through a body derailed:A self-styled auto-da-fé. “Anything a writer says about their work is outside the work, a stranger to it. It’s a different language. It’s almost … Continue reading →

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your curls frizz

Posted on October 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell that … Continue reading →

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will work for

Posted on October 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Gutty Haiku (redux) I will work for tripePepper pot is beautifulVisceral goodness “America the footsteps of your ghosts are white stones weighting my center“ — Aria Aber / “America”

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guilty breath lock

Posted on October 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

pantoum(ish) death breath guilty baitlock breathdeath guilty breathlock baitdeath death lockbait breathguilty breath lockbait deathguilty lock breathbait guiltydeath death baitguilty lockbreath breath guilty lock death bait breath bait lock death bait breath death death breath death bait “I tend not … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on October 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

We choose a mantic thanksgiving—dark and steep… We live as prelude to the mother of all bloodlettings… We jockey frenetic prayers—glean sources—Sleep the sleep of strangers … Ghosts in your house—Live through your eyes—live your memories… The wizard of siren … Continue reading →

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do come in

Posted on October 22, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ginger Snaps I remember Ginger brought us,on New Year’s Eve 1980,the Vermonters: “lunch on you, keep the hand and suck this bony one” you filled the point with wire and spinebutton Night into Line from a short not-quite five-year old … Continue reading →

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the ocean roaring

Posted on October 21, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Endless Not Dear C.— Sometimes I have the ocean roaring in my ears, in my head—not the intermittent breaks and ebbs of waves on the shore, but only the crashes—crashes, crashes, crashes—on an endless loop for minutes, hours sometimes. … Continue reading →

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in minuscule handwriting

Posted on October 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

trepanation in the land of bilk & money who drilled a hole in the front of his own skull to increase brain blood volume?& allow the full heartbeat to express itself inside the cranial cavity a column of firemidnight ’til … Continue reading →

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in my neighborhood

Posted on October 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

“Someone shot nostalgia in the back…” “Someone shot our innocence…” “In the shadow of his smile…” “Who killed Mr. Moonlight…” “Extracting wasps from stings in flight…” “Who killed Mr. Moonlight?” “All our dreams have melted down…” “As the moon has … Continue reading →

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i long for

Posted on October 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

In Bullet Absentia Avernal Pumpkin Head the all purpose gossamer failure genuflecting in the wind: I am an American by birth, an atheist by choice, and a drowning man by design. I walked the plank between good and evil. I’m … Continue reading →

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