boatpaper.
eleemosynary @ May 9, 2008 # No Comment Yet
boatpaper.
by shannon baker
every
“why i am not someone else”
lifts restlessly unwanted ribs.
the rest are forced to listen.
this
lip of matter
troubles
an expected knot
of spine. fog reflection, greenish
was your father’s eye such is
certain.
bright, the budding fishfarm
neon bathtub in rebirth.
the physical world humiliates.
real people ignore themselves.
vacuum bags, aluminum,
rope hang
almost warbles.
bombs, but very
soft bombs.
also some hundred eggs of milk.
sentient […]
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Applesauce and Brown Sweater in the Morning
Editor @ May 8, 2008 # 3 Comments
Applesauce and Brown Sweater in the Morning
by nicole kuwik
Garbage trucks
sound like school busses
until they start picking things up but
hearing them
stop
outside your floor-level window
at the dumpster across from your door still
makes you feel like you are missing
something
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Eternity
Editor @ May 7, 2008 # One Comment
Eternity
by mary ferrari
for Kenneth Koch
at the end of every cigarette that burns there is of course
a soft little bright light which means
hope! eternity! so you are not
killing yourself when you
smoke you are preparing for
heaven where the loving lavender
cigarette angels have soft ash wings
or for hell where a flaming cigarette forest makes
a marvelous explosion in which […]
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Till the Gardens of Machpelah
Halifax @ May 6, 2008 # 6 Comments
Till the Gardens of Machpelah
by Halifax
Galatians 4:27
Her vacant womb, barren, screams for flesh. A low black fence, bright gilded rail,
squares a yard and bounds the pale. It aches to swell with blood and water but is answered with soured Muscat wine. Across that, a green field dotted with stone shaded by oaks fed […]
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(untitled)
Editor @ May 5, 2008 # 2 Comments
(untitled)
by andi kato
Myspace and raw, unsalted butter.
Wine and raw fish.
Adderoll and exercise.
Heroin and positivity.
Pot and unheated honey.
Valium and hiking.
Shrooms and non-smokers.
Vodka and raw eggs.
Ritalin and daily walks.
Hitler and pop rock.
Gin and swimming.
Sex and Einstein.
Dipsomania and AA.
Hydrocodone and probiotics.
Oxycodone and jogging.
Clove cigarettes and mineral water.
Naproxen and meditation.
Concerta and hacky-sacks.
LSD and Kimchee.
Dramamine and steak.
PCP and skateboarding.
LSA and […]
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Bloody Barbie
Editor @ May 2, 2008 # 2 Comments
Bloody Barbie
by christina reed
Daddy
You lied
There is no such thing as happily ever after
I’m a CUNT
A Bitch
Their mother
Our whore
The scholar
You slut
Loose but pure
Big but little
I was born wrapped in pink
And I dread if I die in it
I was what you wanted
What you needed
I do as I’m told
Fold my hands
So nice and neat
Cross my legs
Sit up straight
I’m […]
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NO DINNER AND FLOWERS, JUST STALKING
Editor @ May 1, 2008 # One Comment
NO DINNER AND FLOWERS, JUST STALKING
by john grey
The telephone rings.
A car cruises by
your apartment.
Another letter arrives.
He’s in the next shopping aisle.
The parking lot
is a hundred of him.
The wall shadows become
a succession of his silhouettes.
He’s every noise,
each chilly brush of wind
against your cheek.
He feels so close some times,
his rancid puffs of breath
ooze out of your mouth.
His […]
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