Editor @ March 31, 2008 # One Comment
She’s Laked Howsome
by stephen chamberlain
She’s laked howsome, nor the singed, antennae-lilt. Not stilling the
roundwaves as I ought your–this ridden song hung me now. Me to ring you weller, to round you weller, to nose you into the skies. For you to
walk so rather nice, I not as I, but as you thought clearest in the
sped-pillowed […]
Editor @ March 29, 2008 # 3 Comments
the night you were so drunk
by reed posey
Editor @ March 28, 2008 # One Comment
godamn i really hope the float was properly assembled
by joseph goosey
Let’s watch this film about a cartoon rat and consecrate something I
dreamed up in at least 6 different poems beginning about 2 months
ago.Too many numbers in there and I am sorry.Soon you’ll start asking,
as they always do, why do you keep saying that you are […]
Editor @ March 27, 2008 # No Comment Yet
chanting in Chinatown
by johannes bech dalsgaard
i remember Chinatown
everything changing hands so
quickly, everybody’s all smiles
but in Chinatown the smiles are
more noisy, more beeming, more
vocal – and yet
Chinatown’s not about words
it’s all motion
no walking in circles though and
no straight
lines – Chinatown
is an improvised fractal, rather,
it’s got the same musicality to it
too
so easy to sing along even […]
Editor @ March 26, 2008 # One Comment
Foreign Stuff
by daniel s. irwin
Okay, so I don’t know
A shit load about computers.
Hell, I just found ’spell check’
The other day.
Then I found this site
That would automatically
Translate English into
Several other strange languages.
I typed in some stuff,
Hit a language button at random,
Then sent that off to
Some place far away.
From the response I received,
I couldn’t tell if I […]
Editor @ March 25, 2008 # No Comment Yet
Poverty
by john robinson
Surrendering like a
ghost-town rain
window-shutters rattled
an unsettled night
that found itself
running towards
a small child
that weeps a mother’s
grief across the globe
a voice carved into stone
before which, we
dreamily lower our
heads into a samsara
of common shame
& the canals of folk-lore
navigating wealthy veins
flow thru the
annihilation of a
single pulsating flower
drowning in your shaking palm.
Editor @ March 24, 2008 # 3 Comments
1995
by thurston moore
sonic youth is playing
a tiny club in new orleans
with unwound and polvo and
the place is a pressure cooker ready to blow. a girl in
the audience scales the club wall
and stands
precariously
on a lighting rig
beam. we have to
stop playing and try to coax
her down. kim asks her why she is up there.
she explains she can’t […]
fogman @ March 22, 2008 # One Comment
saturday morning
by jim benz
breakfast at Elsie’s -
a whole neighborhood
in three shrinking rooms
***
drawn on the face
of our elderly waitress
an imprint of scowls
***
long wait for coffee -
could this cup
be any more empty?
***
tasty menu -
beneath the side order toast
jelly stains
***
salt, pepper
a bottle of ketchup
what more could you want?
***
even in the kitchen
people go about their lives
unnoticed
***
your eggs
not so runny
as […]
Editor @ March 21, 2008 # 3 Comments
by tc
a moment or two
The moon in
the lot
shoves a shadow
off it’s leg
(sleep leg)
I find me
a table before
pouring some water.
pouring it down
in me.
Then
a man sneezes
twice
(bblleessss hhiimm)
a lime green
purse
on that girl’s
shoulder
leaning
on a brick
wall
while
a man reads
the paper
(front to back)
my tongue
is so
raw.
I know the kinetic
pool table
& the empty cigarette
package
laying
onthetable
a girl
comes up
starts talk-ing to me
as i find
a cream […]
Gene @ March 20, 2008 # One Comment
Texas-Style Haiku #4
by gene defcon
Power starved child in an electric chair
Do not tempt me with your peaceful protestations
I am humble before such diabolism
Like any number of Gods rolling around in a field