Tag Archives: Poetry

the imminent dissolve

Posted on July 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

A Flash Cut Before the Imminent Dissolve Mary has a budget of eleven nails—She scores her shy puppetOn a cross that revolves on the ceiling fan—In her austere grey room. “Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the … Continue reading →

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a shy homunculus

Posted on July 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

Foamscaped Small sharply defined puffs—No heat, no air compressors,Gaskets, rubber seals, rubber feet—Cloud-like, a shy homunculus,Trapped beneath a 5 o’clock crowd. “In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!” … Continue reading →

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the slow-know kiss

Posted on July 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

a silver issue On July 17, 2021, Mary Arroyo wrote a cut-up poem “Burroughs/Gysin” style—based on Leonie Adams’s “Midsummer”—in her journal: star-break silver stanzas the bluebonnet hydrospherethe slow-know kissthe jewel carbuncularmy air color chambermy starbreak grassesthe spurn of the moonmy … Continue reading →

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of emollient sorrow

Posted on July 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Where You Live Render to paste the place where you liveBefore your time runs short—And it does run short with each passingDay. Apply that pasteOf emollient sorrowTo your face scoured by experience.Human sickness never quells—The condition remains—no oneWill come to … Continue reading →

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mouthful of wasps

Posted on July 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

Glossolalia : Echolalia Wrack & wreck & rookThat emprise begets another & againWe are out of time, this world not keenOn us but wishing to push us backBack to glossolalia—an echolaliaPangloss-ian & Martin-esque—The sound of a mouthful of wasps Say … Continue reading →

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to the barren

Posted on July 11, 2021 by istsfor manity

Sunday Comes Along Again Keening and careening she went.You’ve made the supreme sacrifice, shereasoned. Not for financial gain,but because the pursuit of knowledgeis itself noble. Or was it that she was listeningto Dead Can Dance too loudlyin her earbuds? It … Continue reading →

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a totalitarian turd

Posted on July 10, 2021 by istsfor manity

More praise for the thee istsfor manity reader: “Please, make it stop!”— Lit Blub magazine “I suffered from a severe case of leopard spotting, it led to a loss of jobs, family, and friends. Reading the thee istsfor manity reader … Continue reading →

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all our days

Posted on July 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

timbre in rasp flat year after yearwe drag our corpses with usall our days numberedall our daysall ourall “Here all is strange.” — Samuel Beckett / Happy Days

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breath is superfluous

Posted on July 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dilettante & Deliquesce I am relinquishing shallow pursuitsI’m building a life off the gridI will emit no carbonBreath is superfluousMeat is murderGluten-free mac and faux-cheese, pleaseDrill, baby, drillBury me in a hole up to my neckPress the eject and turn … Continue reading →

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chimera at best

Posted on July 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Effulgence Hangover O, rain your sparkle down on meFor we have flogged the glitter horse dead. There it lies rotting—a meal for worms—A monticule of monstrous greed & desire. So celebrate & canker me this, old man:Where do we go … Continue reading →

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