Tag Archives: Dream Notation

a fanged sky

Posted on June 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Wait. Weight. The southern city was full of all manner of curvilinear impediments and drop-offs. It led to a vertiginous sensation she abhorred—it seemed as if the angry sky and sea wished to become one turbid space. She saw cloud … Continue reading →

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passion for rotters

Posted on June 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

She Meets Pepi Poppers There’s something of the sybarite about her. She plays the lute too loud and with reckless abandon — popping strings here and there and singing haltingly about fucking. About what? Yeah, and she eats too many … Continue reading →

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he’s talking globular (redux)

Posted on June 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

Grunt ah da HogMan Squint-eyed monochromaticon the screen of  her childhood He’s talking globular in brays and winces  A hive of astringency  in this corner of the universevoices echo   Pins and needles thighs inner thigh billabongs oxbows surgically repaired  Get away hog man get back to … Continue reading →

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a weariness settles

Posted on June 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Lithiumga(u)ze What is this? I’m dizzy and there seems to be a slight scrim like muslingauze between me and everything else. Look at the sun—it’s like the fog of lithium … a weariness settles over me… my outlook is decidedly … Continue reading →

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the pleasing dread

Posted on June 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

she was cut down by the heedless sun squamata lovers blister in the sun enervated by the humidity she sensed the pleasing dread of petrichor “If the world is torn to pieces, I want to see what story I can … Continue reading →

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apropos of nothing

Posted on June 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

Interlude It is recorded in some musty tome that in 1456 Pope Callixtus III excommunicated the comet to end all comets. A heathen astral rock glowing white-hot as it streaked across the sky. The stars are signifiers. The popes are … Continue reading →

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finally had substance

Posted on June 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Payoff Her wanderlust got the best of her again, and again—she was off. This time in search of her grand existential payoff in the lands of the south—the north had only yielded infrared oceans, tidal pools, and sea urchins … Continue reading →

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displacements and loss (redux)

Posted on June 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Abstract no. 5 I studied the core sediment samples from your heart The records show (prehistorically) your heart was malice Microscopic fossils mark displacements and loss I found demarcations of hopes dashed—and untimely deaths Near the bottom—a striation—an icy section … Continue reading →

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file a writ

Posted on May 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

Speak! Call for a Restart The cerulean welkin rang in the plenary session of geraniums (about to feast on saltimboca) to session as the ether-tinged clouds parted. Dutch masters buggered their tulip clippings before the opening of the futures market, … Continue reading →

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about your neck

Posted on May 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

frozen albatross keep away ghostof a thousand eyesgo back to hellwhere you belongive seen your lipsmove out of sequencewith the hauntedsounds you dredge upwhy are you dragginga boat aboutyour neckthe riverwhat’s left of ittells me im too late “Be wetwith … Continue reading →

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