diydanna @ February 29, 2008 # No Comment Yet
hello, sunshine.
by diy danna
hello, sunshine.
your carcinogenic smile rays
beam on my weak stomach.
i look up to the ceiling with a faulty leak
for that cold comfort
in fat drips that drops
egret and rejection notices -
the end of our conversation.
i want to fuck you,
not marry you, sunshine.
so stop smiling at me
with the desperate mouth
of a womanchild,
and come inside my […]
Quasimofo @ February 28, 2008 # 3 Comments
Fondue in an Alternator Factory
by quasimofo
..the woman with the beautiful brown eyes and unclaspable necklace
flirts with my alarm bleeps
[…]
cocteau @ February 27, 2008 # 4 Comments
Reset Your Body Glock
by cocteau
All day everyday. Clock. Board up the windows,
it’s hardly coincidence that hurricanes wreak more
havoc than time travel or melting ice caps.
Stars in the suns, Clouds in your coffee, peace
is yours if you want it. Stop snoring. Growl
if you must, but give of yourself:
Sneeze! Enjoy your moment in the moon: hack,
spit. Hum, […]
pat @ February 26, 2008 # One Comment
My Blood Has Been To The Moon
by pat a physics
Trading places with the lonely zoologist, I seldom perform card tricks like back on earth. The red metal banisters lead the way toward mild gravity. Sinking my body into the controlled inner-construct, my mind thinks about the blood. It’s good blood. My […]
Halifax @ February 25, 2008 # 2 Comments
Crush.
by halifax
We’re not holding hands,
I’m holding yours.
We’re not together,
You’re with me.
The door isn’t open,
I’m letting you in.
The food is good.
It’s better off your plate.
The movie was interesting.
I thought you’d enjoy it.
It’s not time to go,
I’m taking you home.
You’re not leaving with me,
I’m leaving […]
misener @ February 22, 2008 # 5 Comments
Lansing
by shawn misener
you’re a staunch tuna sandwich
a familiar mars bar
the drunk guy giving quarters to some floozy
at the end of the bar
you’re the reality
and the meth the billy brewed
in his moldy basement
you’re a dead dream
rolled up and decomposing
in the industrial park by the dam
oh melting molding city
you’ll forget me when I leave
and you’ll keep me […]
Editor @ February 21, 2008 # 5 Comments
War
by beth woodcome
Lean in like babies. Lean in like paranoids. Our eyes go to the left,
and quickly to the right. Can you hear it? Can you tell me when it’ll happen?
The sound of someone plotting. A deep breath.
All those fatigues. Those boys.
Let me tell you something. Come closer so my lips. So my lips.
Last I […]
Editor @ February 20, 2008 # 2 Comments
Twenty-Five Year Old Man Eating A Grapefruit
by anthony cristofani
A twenty-five year old man stands
in a dark kitchen shivering, eating
a half of grapefruit.
He is eating quickly, common sense like cataracts
on the eyes stuck on the hands
of the glowing clock
that already point past
the general safety zone he […]
Editor @ February 19, 2008 # 3 Comments
Promiscuous Fireflies
by g. bosacker
In March, persistent sun does charitably glance
through willows to warm molted mountain snow
in meadows where the luminescent beetles dance
indecent pirouettes. The marshy meadows glow
from fertile bugs, skirts upraised, begging for romance,
rushed by impending death to never say no.
PJ Mendoza @ February 18, 2008 # 2 Comments
blue moon
by pj mendoza
A kiss by any other, or if I crossed my sevens
like sometimes when I tell you I won’t ever, never
meaning to do it again. But I do.
When the tread slid, or the door ajar cracked
the tea cup’s lip wider, I cut my tongue
beneath this roof which drums a clay heavy rain
on crimped […]