Tag Archives: Experimental writing

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 →

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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the gutter beat

Posted on January 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

deus ex machina pt. 2 deus in the wings, taking hits off the fog machine, directs with shakespearean aplomb deus as the hole in the sole of your quotidian shoes in the gutter beat deus as the syncopation of your … Continue reading →

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in dim-light

Posted on January 25, 2022 by istsfor manity

deus ex machina the deus ex machina falls through the trapdoor into the charnel house the deus dramatic effect lost and centrifugal with a caravaggio thud see deus roll among the sweet vinegar panhandlers watch deus finish the hand cream … 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 →

our full nappies

Posted on January 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Captious Email (Run thru the n+1 ~ n+15 Generator) Hi X, I wanted to context the menages of my grudge, so as to clarify which quilts we would be researching individually so as to avoid oversight. Not all the … Continue reading →

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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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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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