An Ax For The Frozen Sea
The Fold by Chris Butler
Society
attempted to fold me
in square creases
into the mold
of all other scraps of paper
shaped into origami swans,
but like all of the fallen trees,
I’d rather rot.
attempted to fold me
in square creases
into the mold
of all other scraps of paper
shaped into origami swans,
but like all of the fallen trees,
I’d rather rot.
Smokes by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
The many teenagers
out front the corner convenience
want me to buy them
smokes.
They appeal to my vanity
make me feel young again
anything to get them
smokes.
A few of the girls
make eyes
rub my shoulder
as if paedophilia
took a holiday.
Unfortunately
for them
I am good.
Fortified
as any
wine.
Having jerked off eight times
in the past twenty-six
hours
(a new land speed
record)
I desire a bag of pork rinds
and a 2 litre
Coke
and no longer
them.
out front the corner convenience
want me to buy them
smokes.
They appeal to my vanity
make me feel young again
anything to get them
smokes.
A few of the girls
make eyes
rub my shoulder
as if paedophilia
took a holiday.
Unfortunately
for them
I am good.
Fortified
as any
wine.
Having jerked off eight times
in the past twenty-six
hours
(a new land speed
record)
I desire a bag of pork rinds
and a 2 litre
Coke
and no longer
them.
Map of wanton Omaha by James Diaz
All fall
the entire horse hair
moving
its blue bone prayer
the blur in your voice
is a borrowed thing
not even five dollars
will mother you
the next station
is a crippled man/woman
with child rearing phantom hips
lost in a bout
of 48 years, non-living
sentient blindness
cool even
the way a person hands
you a piece of their soul
smiling
'I too, am lost in that desert'
lesson #1, do not
trust that the world
will continue to be there
every time you open your eyes.
the entire horse hair
moving
its blue bone prayer
the blur in your voice
is a borrowed thing
not even five dollars
will mother you
the next station
is a crippled man/woman
with child rearing phantom hips
lost in a bout
of 48 years, non-living
sentient blindness
cool even
the way a person hands
you a piece of their soul
smiling
'I too, am lost in that desert'
lesson #1, do not
trust that the world
will continue to be there
every time you open your eyes.
Two Poems by John Grey
THE WOMAN WHO FELL FROM THE BRIDGE
the crowd can’t get enough
of that female corpse
being dragged from the river –
if you slapped that
grisly green flesh
on a plate before them
they’d gorge on the misfortune
like vultures
then piss in their own mouths
to wash it down
unless, of course,
it’s someone they know –
then they’d be sated enough
for having pushed her.
WHERE IT LEAKS
The leaking tap
seems important at the time.
Despite my struggles with, wrench and washer,
my failure drip drip drips out of the faucet.
On TV, more sick, more dying.
A nun lifts up a frail arm,
thin as a plumber's snake.
On that tell-all screen,
the world is never more repulsive.
Children with concave chests, bloated bellies.
Lepers. A young girl's botched circumcision.
An old man sunk in a mire of sores.
Almost forget the leaking tap
in all this misery.
But it's insistent.
Hard to believe a tiny drop of water
can beat the basin like a bass drum.
The tap never does get fixed.
Likewise the world.
The newscast, at least,
can turn to weather and sports.
No idea who won.
Only that it rained in my house.
the crowd can’t get enough
of that female corpse
being dragged from the river –
if you slapped that
grisly green flesh
on a plate before them
they’d gorge on the misfortune
like vultures
then piss in their own mouths
to wash it down
unless, of course,
it’s someone they know –
then they’d be sated enough
for having pushed her.
WHERE IT LEAKS
The leaking tap
seems important at the time.
Despite my struggles with, wrench and washer,
my failure drip drip drips out of the faucet.
On TV, more sick, more dying.
A nun lifts up a frail arm,
thin as a plumber's snake.
On that tell-all screen,
the world is never more repulsive.
Children with concave chests, bloated bellies.
Lepers. A young girl's botched circumcision.
An old man sunk in a mire of sores.
Almost forget the leaking tap
in all this misery.
But it's insistent.
Hard to believe a tiny drop of water
can beat the basin like a bass drum.
The tap never does get fixed.
Likewise the world.
The newscast, at least,
can turn to weather and sports.
No idea who won.
Only that it rained in my house.
Getting out of the fuzzy place by David E. Howerton
Fog covered, and cool day starts
stay up late, eyes gummy, still tired.
Just as some News copter
passes overhead
more annoying than morning rush.
Run fingers through graying hair
start coffee brewing.
If I'd been out there
I'd have given
a one finger salute.
stay up late, eyes gummy, still tired.
Just as some News copter
passes overhead
more annoying than morning rush.
Run fingers through graying hair
start coffee brewing.
If I'd been out there
I'd have given
a one finger salute.
girl in blinding pink boob tube by Michael Ashley
the flies come and go
buzzing around
it's a virtue the bastards
can't tear up — patience
& eventually the bin lid
will lift — smell the rot
the little blighters feed
then leave as quickly
as they came
buzzing around
it's a virtue the bastards
can't tear up — patience
& eventually the bin lid
will lift — smell the rot
the little blighters feed
then leave as quickly
as they came
Two Poems by Christopher Mulrooney
mall
formerly in the District of Columbia now a makeshift
ersatz thing powered by electrons from the son of a bitch
gird your loins before you enter they pat you down you know
and feel you up put things where you don’t want ‘em etc.
the tour guides all have unfeeling faces meant to look agreeable
and no doubt but that is the face at the other end living
news
it comes on a tickertape you tear off to read an item
x-ray delta reports tom gib rumble oh dark hundred
well got have them eh next daisy mae weds rube
flash charlotte russe had by all shazam what a titbit
framboise cerise writes on the fashion world latest thing bell jar that
formerly in the District of Columbia now a makeshift
ersatz thing powered by electrons from the son of a bitch
gird your loins before you enter they pat you down you know
and feel you up put things where you don’t want ‘em etc.
the tour guides all have unfeeling faces meant to look agreeable
and no doubt but that is the face at the other end living
news
it comes on a tickertape you tear off to read an item
x-ray delta reports tom gib rumble oh dark hundred
well got have them eh next daisy mae weds rube
flash charlotte russe had by all shazam what a titbit
framboise cerise writes on the fashion world latest thing bell jar that
Two Poems by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Grunge
Kindly SHUT UP
about the grunge
under my fingernails
That’s one way I express myself
tell the world who I am
Self-same my grimy teeth
face with no make-up
except for the red lipstick I smear wildly
around my mouth
These are my ways of being me
avenues the psycho-pharmaceuticals cannot travel
Army
booze
drugs
domestic violence
on the Rez
Finally decided I’m no whipping post
no ultimate scapegoat for
European genocide
The only out I could see
was the Army
Then I could be on the violent side
giving not taking
punishing Al Quaida for what they did
What my enemy’s capable of
I know
No Iraqi will ever
come in my barracks in the
middle of the night
and try to rape me and choke me
to death
Kindly SHUT UP
about the grunge
under my fingernails
That’s one way I express myself
tell the world who I am
Self-same my grimy teeth
face with no make-up
except for the red lipstick I smear wildly
around my mouth
These are my ways of being me
avenues the psycho-pharmaceuticals cannot travel
Army
booze
drugs
domestic violence
on the Rez
Finally decided I’m no whipping post
no ultimate scapegoat for
European genocide
The only out I could see
was the Army
Then I could be on the violent side
giving not taking
punishing Al Quaida for what they did
What my enemy’s capable of
I know
No Iraqi will ever
come in my barracks in the
middle of the night
and try to rape me and choke me
to death
Three Poems by Mike Meraz
Last night
I talked
Too much
To a girl
In my
Bed
There was a
Point when
I knew
I should just
Shut
Up
And kiss
Her
Which
Led
To
Another
Conversation.
__________________
At least
The
Emptiness
Is not
Filled
With
Something
I do not
Want
Emptiness
Is not
Always
A bad
Thing
It is
Sometimes
Mass
Potential.
___________________
She says
Let me see
If you can
Hold my
Weight
She lays
On top
Of me
Horizontally
She is at
Least
140 lbs
Of
Love.
I talked
Too much
To a girl
In my
Bed
There was a
Point when
I knew
I should just
Shut
Up
And kiss
Her
Which
Led
To
Another
Conversation.
__________________
At least
The
Emptiness
Is not
Filled
With
Something
I do not
Want
Emptiness
Is not
Always
A bad
Thing
It is
Sometimes
Mass
Potential.
___________________
She says
Let me see
If you can
Hold my
Weight
She lays
On top
Of me
Horizontally
She is at
Least
140 lbs
Of
Love.
Three Poems by Scott Thomas Outlar
Sweet Sexy Mythology
It starts
as a little
white spot
on the inside
of the cheek
barely reachable
by the tongue
but enough
to know
something is wrong
It grows
over the months
at a snail’s pace
but with a bulging grace
that spreads the tumor
throughout the flesh
to the gums
and the blood
and the deep parts
of the mind
that worry
over the mass
that is surely
not benign
The cancer erupts
with laughter
saying, “I’ve got you”
but not realizing
it’s a suicide mission
It’s ok
there are virgins waiting in Heaven
Taoist Shit
A ragged cough
begins to sound
the same as an orgasm
after enough cycles
of dualistic life and death
have played out
and all the primal noises
prick the same synapses
in the mind
It’s All So Stupid
Everyone is poisoned
by opinions.
Everyone has beliefs
that are complete
bullshit,
but they’re so implanted and infirmed
in their life patterns
that they can’t even recognize
the habit energies at all.
I’m sure I have my own,
so I’m not
just a fool
casting stones
blindly.
I watch these people
with their stupid opinions
regurgitate, rant and rave
about this or that,
and I guess
in the end
I really am
just one of them
because all I seem to do
is opine
about how filthy
and festering
and fucked up
all these fools are.
I guess my opinion is
that everyone
is a failure,
so I might as well
go for first prize
by running my mouth
more than anyone.
It starts
as a little
white spot
on the inside
of the cheek
barely reachable
by the tongue
but enough
to know
something is wrong
It grows
over the months
at a snail’s pace
but with a bulging grace
that spreads the tumor
throughout the flesh
to the gums
and the blood
and the deep parts
of the mind
that worry
over the mass
that is surely
not benign
The cancer erupts
with laughter
saying, “I’ve got you”
but not realizing
it’s a suicide mission
It’s ok
there are virgins waiting in Heaven
Taoist Shit
A ragged cough
begins to sound
the same as an orgasm
after enough cycles
of dualistic life and death
have played out
and all the primal noises
prick the same synapses
in the mind
It’s All So Stupid
Everyone is poisoned
by opinions.
Everyone has beliefs
that are complete
bullshit,
but they’re so implanted and infirmed
in their life patterns
that they can’t even recognize
the habit energies at all.
I’m sure I have my own,
so I’m not
just a fool
casting stones
blindly.
I watch these people
with their stupid opinions
regurgitate, rant and rave
about this or that,
and I guess
in the end
I really am
just one of them
because all I seem to do
is opine
about how filthy
and festering
and fucked up
all these fools are.
I guess my opinion is
that everyone
is a failure,
so I might as well
go for first prize
by running my mouth
more than anyone.
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