Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

all our days

Posted on July 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

timbre in rasp flat year after yearwe drag our corpses with usall our days numberedall our daysall ourall “Here all is strange.” — Samuel Beckett / Happy Days

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chimera at best

Posted on July 5, 2021 by istsfor manity

Effulgence Hangover O, rain your sparkle down on meFor we have flogged the glitter horse dead. There it lies rotting—a meal for worms—A monticule of monstrous greed & desire. So celebrate & canker me this, old man:Where do we go … Continue reading →

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when lost abroad

Posted on July 3, 2021 by istsfor manity

Travel Advice for Young Chauvinists (redux) (First, you’ll find intercalated pustules of censer smoke ringed by ferrules of frankincense in your heart. They were placed there by us. Do not panic.) Travel. And when lost abroad … You’ll find mussels … Continue reading →

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a cloacal flow

Posted on July 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

(from empty bedchambers) from empty bedchambersthe former leader speaksa cloacal flow “It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez / Memories of My … Continue reading →

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to the decompression

Posted on June 26, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Longest Day The smoke trees blared their summer green. There was deliberation in her fibrillation. Her heart fluttered like an insensate butterfly—heliotropic, yet abjured to the sun. The world is my pistil, she said—a fluttering cavorting beastie—a moment of … Continue reading →

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the pleasing dread

Posted on June 12, 2021 by istsfor manity

she was cut down by the heedless sun squamata lovers blister in the sun enervated by the humidity she sensed the pleasing dread of petrichor “If the world is torn to pieces, I want to see what story I can … Continue reading →

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displacements and loss (redux)

Posted on June 4, 2021 by istsfor manity

Abstract no. 5 I studied the core sediment samples from your heart The records show (prehistorically) your heart was malice Microscopic fossils mark displacements and loss I found demarcations of hopes dashed—and untimely deaths Near the bottom—a striation—an icy section … Continue reading →

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detune détente detonate

Posted on June 2, 2021 by istsfor manity

dada death ddedebtd.e.a. detoxdetunedétentedetonatedetonatordetonation deordinationdeontologicaldeoxygenateddepalatalizationdepartmentalizedespiritualization dada dada dada dadadeath “Dada is like your hopes: nothinglike your paradise: nothinglike your idols: nothinglike your heroes: nothinglike your artists: nothinglike your religions: nothing” — Francis Picabia / Manifeste Cannibale Dada

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treble and clean

Posted on June 1, 2021 by istsfor manity

hybrid poem via keyboard chance operations got til passage recounts timepresage press o bp lifepolicy vs sets accountstreble and clean every app has its own keyboard “I have nothing to sayand I am saying itand that is poetryas I need … Continue reading →

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want & wretchedness

Posted on May 31, 2021 by istsfor manity

whoredom & wine & new wine harangued & cast out & homelessfoced to survive on wild plantsi am want & wretchednesssaw palmetto shreddedmy clothes & shoesviolence spiraledmy face enoughto cause dreaddiscomfortdis-easei ami “Whoredom and wine and new wine take away … Continue reading →

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