Tag Archives: Post-Apocalypse

a passing thought

Posted on February 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Hooked Don’t roil the waterWait for the paint to drySssh! the children will hearWhat are you burningCommingling with the ashesof the dead?Surely you know the matter—Particulate—we breatheIs someone’s uncleOr sister floating in airAt 300 ppm RecyclingYou say biliousIn cross-bone stanceDead … Continue reading →

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ain’t making lemonade

Posted on February 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Joy Out (an erasure remixed) Sometimes I wander about looking for some sensibleartful words to say—I findI scramblein public domains—I breathe life different—not better or more artfullife into said words— I suck the joy out give you a bushel … Continue reading →

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the grind of

Posted on February 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

bifurcated tanka bifurcated mind•distortion•static•white noise•nails rasp on chalkboardthe grind of plate tectonicslooping endless in my head “Where are we running to, those of us who are so still?” — Ida Vitale / Byobu

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exhaling all creation

Posted on February 4, 2022 by istsfor manity

Frida W.H. My viscera holds all creation / a cornucopia at the edge of blur / all creation / the smudgein my hypnogogia / I am exhaling / all creation / sugar skulls, tripe, & the pelt of the tricksterfox … Continue reading →

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sweep of darkness

Posted on February 1, 2022 by istsfor manity

Condone / Condemn (i dag är det tisdag) I have no idea what she says, or what tongue she speaks. She doesn’t speak English or Spanish, and that’s all I can muster. I haven’t the slightest idea of what she … Continue reading →

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the old consumers

Posted on January 31, 2022 by istsfor manity

aground …our own worst enemy in this dank sepulcher—made our beds—breathe our own discharges—drunk on permafrost tundra-seeping methane—make it hot—turn the drab orange heat dome up—breath impossible—so my name is hip-priest/king bombogenesis of the waning anthropocene—a wilt-dripping planet hotter than … Continue reading →

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make it ours

Posted on January 30, 2022 by istsfor manity

Bully Boy Racers Boy racers setIn Sevastopol—Grandiloquence& eminence—On the blur frostway line.Two, three,six,ten & o n e (last)One.Boom. Boom.Vroom. ZoomWith a tambor & villainy.Clearing out the countrySide. Who you with, sonny? WhoYou with?I’m with thee manWith the shashkaOut to strafe … Continue reading →

the smudged sky

Posted on January 29, 2022 by istsfor manity

Make it Rain Blighted MayaHip-priest / kingThrottles the sacrifice. Make it rain.Make it rain. Gutter scribe railsPotter shardsIncomplete— Make it rain.Make it rain. Ten thousand talonsShear the smudgedSky. Make it rain.Make it rain. Cries from the deepestCave benightA forest— Make … Continue reading →

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time and detuned

Posted on January 28, 2022 by istsfor manity

1985 – 2022 The indolence of stay-at-home drinking. The lack of squeeze in this bottle. Pleased to meet me—pleased to cleft myself. I clean myself in the mirror… It was sometime around 1985 and there were misdemeanors in my motherland’s … Continue reading →

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the gutter beat

Posted on January 26, 2022 by istsfor manity

deus ex machina pt. 2 deus in the wings, taking hits off the fog machine, directs with shakespearean aplomb deus as the hole in the sole of your quotidian shoes in the gutter beat deus as the syncopation of your … Continue reading →

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