Tag Archives: Erasure Poetry

does not work

Posted on November 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

Uh… This system does not work. Desist. What I’m Reading: “Soon enough me and the United States of America will be dust.” — Meg Ramey / Begin By Telling

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time to cure

Posted on November 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Guiding the Peeps in Ur Head (blackout # 11.4.22) Today you will require additional timeto cure. Therefore we ask people to use the lowerdoor to enter the upperdoor. Access will return to normaltomorrow. Apologizefor the inconvenience. What I’m Reading: “Creativity … Continue reading →

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see my problem

Posted on October 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

Some Lines from the Wednesday Personals LOOKING FOR LIVER-SHAPED COFFEE TABLES …because I thought she was excessively nasty. …large slivers of wood sticking out like knife blades…a wooden door born @ Home Depot… Do oysters die in your mouth, or … Continue reading →

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can’t step foot

Posted on August 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

After the Accident Haiku Cracked, I still can’t stepfoot into that—I didn’twant to drink water. What I’m Reading: “Sometimes the people in the streetlaugh and turn into sheet musictorn from the sky and left to flutter down” — Ron Padgett … Continue reading →

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with the flow

Posted on March 2, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics 2: Circulatory bleeding we trendwith axial failureright with the flow—infrequent doses—in an effort to decreasepatientsirrespective of theirdiscrimination. a bridge to a destination gray—for whom is made 28%heart—with a system 44%time. only 9.8%decision pump. What I’m Reading: “It’s true … Continue reading →

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sing and tinge

Posted on February 21, 2022 by istsfor manity

Another Language (an Erasure Poem Remixed) You can’t see your backhand tumescence. You ridge an indemnity to a mild occlusion. You shiv gambler smocks and spectator gallantry. You sing and tinge without specie or varicose effluvia. You spree on tremor-free … Continue reading →

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ain’t making lemonade

Posted on February 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Joy Out (an erasure remixed) Sometimes I wander about looking for some sensibleartful words to say—I findI scramblein public domains—I breathe life different—not better or more artfullife into said words— I suck the joy out give you a bushel … Continue reading →

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lonely & destitute

Posted on January 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Check the Groyne and Moil Murmuring a conventional recitativethe baritone herded the baronetheartily beneath the farmer.Dowse the dartboard!My dowsing rod morphedinto a calypso airgunof uncomfortable residue.There’s garbage in the streets.Check the groyne and moil—Let’s dance! He moved chalk for a … Continue reading →

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her fink hairpiece

Posted on January 9, 2022 by istsfor manity

Soldering in Public Digression The other woodcutter was kinsman but indurated. Joe! his faction! is he sidecar?” The faction was gray and slack as dirty snowmen taking his armhole. “Thanks, buffer,” said the third mandible, in a private’s university, whose … Continue reading →

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of the fiends

Posted on December 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

Maria’s Nightmare Erasures “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is roaming all over, trying to make connections.” — Mary Ruefle / … Continue reading →

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