Tag Archives: Hybrid writing

what it meant

Posted on February 24, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Contractive Subtractive (redux) There were erasures to make. He made the erasures. There were no complaints. The work was done. He moved on. When more erasures were required, he made those; and in this manner his work was accomplished, … Continue reading →

in our mouths

Posted on February 23, 2022 by istsfor manity

Central Smoke Bone She had grown red and corpse-like below the Danish authority standard issue yellow canopy—beyond the dune and deadwood. Nearby, crusted and congealed, many rats in hazel frozen a on twig. Bleating, and she a sheep, that sand … Continue reading →

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at my dreams

Posted on February 22, 2022 by istsfor manity

chicken in a box i jump off the bed—cold granito floorjudders my core—legs & spine ablazelower braindoused in fire. i dread theconflagration in my headas i peck awayat my dreamslike one conditionedinside an arcade game box. slot a quarter in … 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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she would know

Posted on February 20, 2022 by istsfor manity

She Dollops the Not-Knows Her bedfellow has no gnu,She thinks her brown bombHas no goad. If she could dartboardNaked,Under panegyric trianglesAnd see her impersonators roasting in the sunShe would know. But there are no panegyric trianglesOn the string,And dispensary waves … Continue reading →

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bilge neurotic spewer

Posted on February 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

malefactor poetaster (flarfish #50) cronobacter poetaster—salmonella malefactor—flay your cruelly blacked-out heart one element erasmus punkmender-eyeing milk / are u sycophantor plagiarist 80 pages in? criminal or felon? anti-matter skate?hag the play / r u predator of snorts?strike the pedestal / … Continue reading →

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air is burnt

Posted on February 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Father: Guantanamera, 2002 The sun cuts a slice of light into his head. The stellate light streams through the window and blinds him. His last word is ¡Guao! The bullet fragments in his Broca’s area and splits the infinitive … Continue reading →

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slurry of words

Posted on February 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Skronk Tectonics Plactivist—a disembodied word. Decontextualized. One word in bas-relief, that I heard her say, in a slurry of words not directed at me. Plactivist—decoupled and set adrift from its word cloud. It blazed like a meteorite across the my … Continue reading →

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your man card

Posted on February 16, 2022 by istsfor manity

Mancard Sonnet I need a dose of antivenin infusedblood, call out the Gadsden herpetologist.I need to blowout my synapses. Runthe Goldwater films in reverse—where is my gun? god’s in the tuinal—he filched the dilaudid.Vote early, vote often, says the hip-priest.Better … Continue reading →

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the last pang

Posted on February 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

un-leafed the treesthe treesthe treesthe trees—the idiocy of time—the deliberatedebilitationthe desultoryfeel of the wrathof my bombastsays time says the melting clocksay the hypnotized treestrees in the clutch of the sunfull of viral potential fullof youth unexaminedjust a month or two … Continue reading →

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