Tag Archives: Post-Apocalypse

in minuscule handwriting

Posted on October 20, 2021 by istsfor manity

trepanation in the land of bilk & money who drilled a hole in the front of his own skull to increase brain blood volume?& allow the full heartbeat to express itself inside the cranial cavity a column of firemidnight ’til … Continue reading →

i long for

Posted on October 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

In Bullet Absentia Avernal Pumpkin Head the all purpose gossamer failure genuflecting in the wind: I am an American by birth, an atheist by choice, and a drowning man by design. I walked the plank between good and evil. I’m … Continue reading →

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you like quiet

Posted on October 13, 2021 by istsfor manity

Nothing Moves, Nothing Glitters Imagine you’re on the streets of a yellow-down blown downtown. The rat’s nest smell of putrefaction—no one about, but you and the moles. Nothing moves, nothing glitters. There are canyons and spans of unused sound for … Continue reading →

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sold us all

Posted on October 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

black matte spray collimate ii. at the museum of digest feminismBoccaccio quotes have been stricken thru the time to digress was then—sometime in the 14th century wrought in yersinia pestis yellow and arte della lana blue— centuries before its gabardine … Continue reading →

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long magnified acts

Posted on September 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

(silence) (silence) 33 frames longmagnifiedacts as a valve national anthem plays (fade to back) “The words are growing in the field, and they hover above the page. They’re like flowers, and I pick the ones I like. My eye is … Continue reading →

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someone muttering bummer

Posted on September 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

Jodhpurs & Jujyfruits There are blocks everyday. People die everyday. There is gothic organ music swelling and ebbing in the ether. There is someone muttering “bummer” nearby and the smell of acrid pot wafting on an eddy of warm wind … Continue reading →

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future of fragments

Posted on September 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

plagues causeda futureof fragments 50 millionfaults “It was not the least of our misfortunes that with our infection, when it ceased, there did not cease the spirit of strife and contention, slander and reproach, which was the great troubles of … Continue reading →

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is no is

Posted on September 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

Ingmar Bergman’s Fuse Box II A black hole lives here.It pulls all energy and hopeIn, merely to obliterate it all.There is no waste,There is no byproduct,There is no is.This is September. “He has left his shaving brushon top of the … Continue reading →

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of seven planets

Posted on September 16, 2021 by istsfor manity

Dinnertime Blues Mother ate the moonTurned out the sky She stormed insideOpened her mouth Out came a stringOf seven planets Dinner was thrownInto darkness “Those were the days when a human being was something to be aspired to.” — Joy … Continue reading →

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it’s hot oh

Posted on September 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

a complex of failure little saints ate beansand jesus this bodyis the whale you’re inside meyou don’t want to be it’s an ovencompletely shut intrappedhaunting meit’s hotoh my god it’s hoti’m a hard heartwheezing i’m a complex of failurehelp “The … Continue reading →

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