Tag Archives: Poetry

shot she shot

Posted on April 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

SLR It was an aversion that grew out of a childhood compulsion to read every interpretive sign she came across on family vacations and school field trips. She began back in the analog age on a single lens reflex camera, … Continue reading →

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welt on your

Posted on March 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Beyond Grammar Clothes hoist. They can’t stop every time it gets windy or they’ll never finish the job. Don’t disturb Papa. He’ll rage out of the room and throw darts at us. I wish we had never given him that … Continue reading →

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which is unfixable

Posted on March 30, 2021 by istsfor manity

A need to repair the past … which is unfixable … “Whoa there, scooter … looks like you might be starting to veer toward nihilism … Sometimes all you can really do is keep moving and hope you end up … Continue reading →

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horny canary executioner

Posted on March 27, 2021 by istsfor manity

Desultory and Inert It’s the anvil in the stomach that gets me. You never get me. The feeling of being tethered to the earth by your viscera. That insouciant look when you ignore me. So I’ve taken to overconsumption of … Continue reading →

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three-chord chaos

Posted on March 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Circumnavigations Testy? Who does what to whom? This is now. Now is the only thing that’s real. What are you talking about? Why are you quavering in the light of darkening testimony? What is this? Does this make any sense? … Continue reading →

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a conflation of

Posted on March 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

Blackout Poem 020314 (redux) An irritating squirrel says To an umbrella made of stone: “You are a conflation of an Absurdist dialectic. You are an impossible form.” The umbrella sprouts a stratocumulus cloud on its ferrule and floats away. The … Continue reading →

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in your wake

Posted on March 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Haiku 32421 My heart is shrapnel — Incised, excised, in your wake — Fragments, incomplete. “My work is to believe in grace even though I don’t believe in God. To realize that all of my greatest fears are things that … Continue reading →

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malevolence and secretions

Posted on March 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Oblation and Obloquy Strictly speaking I’m not saying what you think I’m talking about. You’ve got your facts correct but your theme is enjambed with my leitmotif. I’m schooling you with malevolence, and secretions waiting, in sketchy, skittery, and toothsome … Continue reading →

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horizon line stitched

Posted on March 19, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Desolate Places I. Sole lox lunchbox Bite full o’ soul Tar by the shoreline Bisected by sandbank Oil derricks ablaze Gas flames in the ozone grey II. Stamp your heel in the sand The tar ball forms a toothy … Continue reading →

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bay leaf bazaars

Posted on March 17, 2021 by istsfor manity

it’s here the modified claim it should say zero file an amended excuse for lethargy i’m subverting the judge’s luncheon by torpedo you laugh like a wimple wearing super coquette leave me alone in my misery and lack of awareness … Continue reading →

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