Tag Archives: Experimental writing

your last day

Posted on August 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Not Praiseworthy Predation “That Victorian cow is making my life miserable.” “Well you’re a Postmodern pig, so I guess that evens it all out doesn’t it?” “Why are you taking her side in this?” “Im not. You need to be … Continue reading →

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oh stop me

Posted on August 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Bad Case of Mondegreen Chut, man, he’s got thee upturned syllogism logic. He’s also got a bad case of the Higgs-Boson blues. He’s got the anthropocene cold shoulder, and a slight case of thee reliquary saint’s joints and bone shards … Continue reading →

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saliva slings loosed

Posted on August 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Her Midwinter Blues I pine for the days of guileless saliva slings loosed down to my toes, before the unexpected guttings and unremitting blood—ratiocination fading—eddying down the bathtub drain… “Every man you ever meet is nothing but the product of … Continue reading →

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the queso blanco

Posted on August 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Grilled Cheese Camorra (redux) Henry found Mao, Fidel and his mother at the foot of the bed. They sat cross legged on the floor. Castro held a cast iron pan up for the Chairman’s approval. The Chairman said, “Your … Continue reading →

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don’t crawl inside

Posted on August 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

found poem (3.0) / interstices (111516) “… the smell of steelit’s warm it’s visceralthe smell of bloodand steelit’s warmif you are in a situation like thatdon’t crawl insidein the middle of the roomevery person who had his phone callingwas killed…” … Continue reading →

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soggy piss-chips

Posted on July 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Building / SILENCE Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant talk … Continue reading →

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tang of petroleum

Posted on July 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

2029 The air is sharp with the tang of petroleum and machine fluids. Tendrils of perfume pin prick the air. You follow that scent to the end of a street where the bodies are piled chest high. “So here’s my … Continue reading →

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sea urchin prickly

Posted on July 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

mary’s lament 07/29/1990 he said i must discipline my temperament—crush my egoism. it’s like my medulla oblongata was on sale for $1.25 at zayre’s—compare… you can’t do better than zayre—trust was power, father on the prowl—and as neptuna’s only daughter … Continue reading →

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a thunderous welcome

Posted on July 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dream 1,823 (redux) He woke up with the Spinners’ “I’ll Be Around” ear-wigging his head. He had this dream 1,822 times since seeing the performance one Saturday morning in 1973. The gold and ruddy light of it. The smoking jackets … Continue reading →

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son of violence

Posted on July 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

I was a jackanapes in Sevastopol when sloth consumed me.Now I’m fagged on a stackof lighted pyre, the funeralin progress. I was the son of violence,and as begets one so highly skilled:a gun-licker & barrel-blowerwho shot off his own nose.My … Continue reading →

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