Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

soggy piss-chips

Building / SILENCE Building fictions is an addiction not easily quenched. A need, psychological and physiological that renders one a hamster inside the wheel—no stopping until you’re ejected into the corner where all the soggy piss-chips accrue. Bring pleasant talk … Continue reading

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sea urchin prickly

mary’s lament 07/29/1990 he said i must discipline my temperament—crush my egoism. it’s like my medulla oblongata was on sale for $1.25 at zayre’s—compare… you can’t do better than zayre—trust was power, father on the prowl—and as neptuna’s only daughter … Continue reading

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in hype city

Hormone Brouhaha in Hype City Pleas go unheeded Plaster of Paris casts are discarded Pantunflas and precocity are abstracted in medical journals “Unblock Party: When you’re having trouble thinking of new ideas, go to one of your old ideas and … Continue reading

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pierced her medulla

The Migraine Mary crashed. She was out of sorts after the apparition, but she recovered enough to do this on Saturday. She wrote: 07/24/21 I’m gonna remix the Shakespeare sonnet in today’s “Poem of the Day” email. I’m going to … Continue reading

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by that apparition

the apparition On 07.23.21 Mary was unable to write much, haunted and paralyzed by that apparition all those years ago—now making residence again somewhere deep in her mind. She had a day full of distrait, disinhibition, and discountenance—deliberate and unseen. … Continue reading

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it’s awful offal

Mary’s Baroque Personage Minimalist clap trap insouciance get away from my baroque personage. Someone once said they were transpecies extraordinaire, and someone cut in and quailed: surrender your gender; then an acerbic other cut in sniping: exploiters, exploiters, exploiters while … Continue reading

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of emollient sorrow

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

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

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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in my neighborhood

duress administered & duress received the viridium-iridium dry cry listening to silence is, in itself, listening to something “To resist in place is to make oneself into a shape that cannot so easily be appropriated by a capitalist value system.” … Continue reading

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