Tag Archives: Random Sights with Signs

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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pick me clean

Posted on January 19, 2022 by istsfor manity

Rumbling The field full of regular hours. The strain of exposure to sunlight stark and unfiltered. It’s got me down, debased, debauched, and drunk with stolen beatitude. The scarecrows keep me kin—and if cock robin is not in Caracas I’m … Continue reading →

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documents were signed

Posted on January 18, 2022 by istsfor manity

The Pomp Today I broke my vow of silence when I broke the glass in case of emergency. I croaked in a muttering fashion most embarrassing, “Ra… rah… run. Run! There’s a moth infestation.” We had moths. We were underground … Continue reading →

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to stew together

Posted on January 17, 2022 by istsfor manity

Personals for Condiments (Haiku) Curt olives desireUnwrinkled tangy capers To stew together. “Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.” — Jack Kerouac / On the Road

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teeth cracked jag

Posted on January 15, 2022 by istsfor manity

go supplicant tongue parched pavement wavers hot teeth cracked jag skull throbs welts sear dread dead sun go “The COVID Age: thatmay be the Anthropocene’sgift to the planet.” —Karthika Naïr / A Different Diatance: A Renga

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freed of meaning

Posted on January 11, 2022 by istsfor manity

cologne and ammonia her delicate blue-veined wrongdoingsher slender handfuls of bone shardsher clubhouse lay crushed and patheticher lathe upon her white cheetahher fragile fraction of cologne and ammoniaher frangible fiction coiffed in toxinsher old frayed cataracther daughter’s prickled shank armholeher … Continue reading →

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with the timpanist

Posted on January 10, 2022 by istsfor manity

Entheogens and Tongues Jonquil at the sidebar saw them dromedary away. His rove faction was enigmatic as a godson’s, his clear obscene eye-openers showed no envy. The holyspirit left before the prologue. “You are good, you are,” he trills in … Continue reading →

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glug glug glug

Posted on January 6, 2022 by istsfor manity

Quandaries of the Dog Star There were calumnies to dispense with, and cathesix to undertake. She was delirious and desirous of delectations. The obdurate hitman was hitting the hair of the dog bequeathed to Sirius. My canines were shredding my … Continue reading →

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the scorpion grass

Posted on January 5, 2022 by istsfor manity

Amphora Gaze I ask you to forget me in the wane of noon—I immediately regret it.The dusty sills; the empty glasses; the half-stuttered graces. I look for us in the scorpion grass by the haunted sculpture garden.Darkness obtrudes our daylight … Continue reading →

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there’s no place

Posted on January 3, 2022 by istsfor manity

Interlude IV The clouds fat with snowThe moment before dehiscenceThe portent in the airThe virus crackles and hisses The sated heave of homeThere’s no placeLike your placeIn this world “We began dreaming of new ways forward. May we not return … Continue reading →

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