Tag Archives: Prose Poetry

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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squeeze steal sit

Posted on May 29, 2021 by istsfor manity

susurrus squeezestealsit “We shall abolish the orgasm.” — George Orwell / 1984

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about your neck

Posted on May 28, 2021 by istsfor manity

frozen albatross keep away ghostof a thousand eyesgo back to hellwhere you belongive seen your lipsmove out of sequencewith the hauntedsounds you dredge upwhy are you dragginga boat aboutyour neckthe riverwhat’s left of ittells me im too late “Be wetwith … Continue reading →

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life just saying

Posted on May 24, 2021 by istsfor manity

Flea Tamer’s Lament It’s not the life of a flea tamer or flea circus operator that I strived for—but it’ll do for now. I look down on the swaying treetops—instead I see a roiling ocean—the wind hypnotic. A central air … Continue reading →

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ham-fisted smile

Posted on May 23, 2021 by istsfor manity

The Smellfungus The smellfungus among us complains of unpeeled bananas—he doesn’t understand bisecting lines. He lives in a network of uncluttered pages—waits for the flood and the clutch of the ham-fisted smile. Read his body language—why don’t you? You haven’t … Continue reading →

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