Quasimofo @ November 30, 2007 # 4 Comments
Poem written in a Laundromat or
Cowboy Poetry for a Bull-rider’s love letters
For Jewell Kilcher
[2nd best poet living in Stephenville, Texas / Cowboy Capital of the World]
by Quasimofo
“YIIIIIII-HAAAAA!!!!”
1st Spur: “I’d love every square inch of you if you didn’t have so many curves..”
it began..ending with “you and me on the futon sweet […]
fogman @ November 29, 2007 # 3 Comments
a cup of coffee
by jim benz
arrhythmia
could it be another morning?
ungodly
perhaps I’m dead
oh for the climate of dreams
found lacking, found
casting aspersion
on daybreak
full of songbirds
full of meaningless
ennui or conflict, snarling
eggs be damned, give me coffee
diydanna @ November 28, 2007 # No Comment Yet
Stroking Egos at the Retirement Home
by diy danna
The retirement clock strikes
another hour and a patient strokes,
weathered hands still clutching the remote.
Control is an illusion when she spasms
and her senile husband says
what she’s thinking-
“The children never visit anymore.”
then turns the channel to Lifetime.
Sweeter Than Sweet Potato Pie
Cooling her last pie on the windowsill
Mary looks outside and […]
misener @ November 27, 2007 # 5 Comments
Buk’s Dead Body
by shawn misener
Hank’s corpse, suspended over the room,
drips alcoholic blood on all of us.
It’s been up there for almost forty years
and someone should consider taking it down.
It stinks.
All I see around me are writers
imitating his corpse, wearing his
awful scent like it’s some expensive perfume.
It’s one thing to acknowledge his presence
over us, swinging […]
Le Hinton @ November 26, 2007 # 2 Comments
Everything Happens When You’re Gone
i was three days into Grace
mostly Kelly
when the thin tenor told me
that the big reeds recruited you
for their band mark another win for them
loss for us
with […]
Editor @ November 24, 2007 # No Comment Yet
OUT OF TOWN FOR THE WEEKEND
by casey bush
under the bridge a bum moons the passing commuter train
he’s already in his office while I’m still on the way there
Friday we all wear bluejeans in a gesture to alleged freedom
review the agenda attend the meeting spend hours writing
minutes
at the end of a long work week I head […]
Editor @ November 22, 2007 # One Comment
A Thanksgiving Prayer
by William S. Burroughs
Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
Thanks for […]
Gene @ November 21, 2007 # No Comment Yet
The world’s most decadent blogger
by Gene Defcon
Lives vicariously through his younger brother,
Eric.
ERIC:
A real hit with the ladies -
Face time with business leaders -
Owns a tuxedo -
But harbors a gruesome secret
An obscene screech of a secret
Involving pornography
And faulty locomotive brakes
Which his brother is incredibly tempted to reveal
On his blog
But
His decadent lifestyle is heavily subsidized
By this […]
Halifax @ November 20, 2007 # 11 Comments
The Ghosts of Ron Defer
by halifax
Here and there I’d learned his name.
It was spoken between the adults,
Always with a look down at me
To be sure I had no idea what was said.
Of course I had no idea, sure though I was that I did.
My mom had loved a boy in her circle of friends.
It wasn’t […]
pat @ November 18, 2007 # 6 Comments
Ensnared Locust
by pat a physics
My cat was being stolen and, at the same time, I was entertaining a famous movie director at my house. I told him to wait a moment, my cat was missing. He snorted this really annoyed sigh. He percussively straightened some newspaper in front of his bespectacled nose. […]