Tag Archives: Post-Apocalypse

in my neighborhood

Posted on November 15, 2021 by istsfor manity

I forget what that final word is … Time fog is hellish … What more do you require on the day of your death at 5:26 am? You’re welcome! The signs of the apocalypse are stark and plentiful. “I must … Continue reading →

in my neighborhood

Posted on November 14, 2021 by istsfor manity

If you took a mondegreen and somehow made it a spondee … would grass grow from its base and spread a towering canopy from its expanding branches … and throw us into shadow for two/thirds of the year? A gutbucket … Continue reading →

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hallowed is thy

Posted on November 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

November Spawned a Monster October is in the rear view. The rear view is in the river. Pelagic creatures are flopping about in the shallows wondering where the encroaching oceans went. The monks are illuminating by the gallows. The henchmen … Continue reading →

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fool-animal earwigging

Posted on November 9, 2021 by istsfor manity

Highest Eminence O, pallid bat, wombat, scarlet tanager, marmoset and all the little animals of the world that spark wars and worldwide grief! Listen! Ye who visit our leaders’ dreams at night and whisper all types of destructive and inhumane … Continue reading →

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what we do

Posted on November 6, 2021 by istsfor manity

Press play button above to watch my short film, found feet five (4:14) We Be Burls As if we never existed—our family—one of the myriad meaningless cul-de-sacs of the human stain. We strive for erasure—disappearing is what we do best. … Continue reading →

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and you say

Posted on November 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Today, The Past, and Some Night to Come He lives with ephemeral creatures beneath his feet and stanchions around his bed. A case study in diverting his elbow’s loose skin and the stubbing of his tender footing. In the darkness … Continue reading →

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a kind thought

Posted on November 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

Celibates and Paraphiliacs Sustain yourself with necro-normative inclinations, make use of what you consume, trap your inner child in an iron maiden. Spend time with your inner critic’s internal monologues parsing the sections of your Id with a rusty chainsaw … Continue reading →

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cudding for the cuddling

Posted on October 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

Hardly Rickets’ Sanguinary Holiday Hardly Rickets, all American life saver and literary critic, wants to save the world from itself. Wants to don the all purpose All American Halloween costume—wants to be a fungal tree growth but can’t decide between … Continue reading →

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your curls frizz

Posted on October 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

Your Ruff Collar, My Millstone We live under the heat dome. I see you across the barren parklet.You are eating bits of soft pink flesh. My hair wilts.Your curls frizz. I lick the hot sauce off my fingers.You yell that … Continue reading →

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guilty breath lock

Posted on October 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

pantoum(ish) death breath guilty baitlock breathdeath guilty breathlock baitdeath death lockbait breathguilty breath lockbait deathguilty lock breathbait guiltydeath death baitguilty lockbreath breath guilty lock death bait breath bait lock death bait breath death death breath death bait “I tend not … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: Post-Apocalypse

in my neighborhood

in my neighborhood

hallowed is thy

fool-animal earwigging

what we do

and you say

a kind thought

cudding for the cuddling

your curls frizz

guilty breath lock

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