Costa Mesa
Dominae Cole @ July 31, 2009 # 5 Comments
costa mesa
by dominae cole
The Santa Anas blow,
while I pen your name
on the back of my hand
like a short list of things
to do.
My bloody cuticles hold
barely lit American Spirits,
and I sip a never ending
Heineken on a balcony.
It is Friday, but it feels
like forever as I listen
to him strum his electric
with tough love strokes.
This is [...]
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don’t read the papers anymore
Daniel @ July 30, 2009 # 8 Comments
don’t read the papers anymore
by daniel
water
nothing
cigarettes
beer
and that cheeseburger
from that place on the North End
where that young girl
sat at the bar
with her slim back to me
and those rose coloured canvas shoes
where she sighed
like the world was on her shoulders
as she spoke to the Brazilian cook
“this is why I don’t read the papers anymore”
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god must be in bed
Editor @ July 29, 2009 # 3 Comments
god must be in bed
by reed posey
Insane rhythm less roofers
Nailing shingles
To the morning of the skull
Psychiatric Lawnmen
Mowing mazes
Right outside the windows of eternity
Laboratory Brain Monkeys
Beating Shakespeare
Into infinite electric typewriters
Savage Savage City Bus
Belching gravel sounds and Hell-guts
Every 7 ½ minutes
Inches from the heads of sleeping babies
And sad-angel young mothers
Soulless young couple
Latching the Jap-slap kiss of [...]
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HALF-HEARTED CANDLESTICK BLACKBIRD CADENZA.
Editor @ July 28, 2009 # 6 Comments
HALF-HEARTED CANDLESTICK BLACKBIRD CADENZA.
by shannon baker
a kid could get greedy
smashing eyes like that around
the walls and hearts of everyroom.
i prayed for extra paper
in the fluorescent bed
where we shed smells like
lawyers tossing bath towels.
i never thought to overrule your damaged miracle.
every stable-born suck-scream
held onto the sculpt
of swift iris
and fleshy bubbles brought
mess of horizon
into foul view.
it gets [...]
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The Meat of the Bacon Fish
misener @ July 26, 2009 # 6 Comments
The Meat of the Bacon Fish
by shawn misener
Bacon fish meat
is the stuff of lore in the mountains
I saw the Captain Lou Albino look-alike
savoring one tiny bite after the other
from his corner table outside Beggar’s
His beard dusted with tumeric
eyes googly with intense reflection
on how wonderful it must have tasted
I sat three tables down
asked for what [...]
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Impregnating Blow-up dolls and longest daydreams 86,400 seconds before slumber [Allegro Vibrato in D Major]
Quasimofo @ July 24, 2009 # 7 Comments
Impregnating Blow-up dolls and longest daydreams 86,400 seconds before slumber [Allegro Vibrato in D Major]
by Quasimofo Dali
i.
a moment in your mom’s world is meant to breathe wean
when K^A^P^L^U^E^Y!!! !!,
the next minute lifts its umbilical mini-skirt
crying for stipulations with stipends escraping the dregs
of doldumbs’ non-accommodations.
A symphony about a painting about a poem
becomes this here-there wacky spasticality
of [...]
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You Smell Like A Brewery
Mike Meraz @ July 23, 2009 # 9 Comments
You Smell Like A Brewery
by mike meraz
“you smell like a brewery.”
scared and nervous, it was the only way
I could handle her standing in line
at the ten item express.
bread, milk, tampons, love in a box,
cereal, pasta and a fashion magazine.
“27.83″ the cashier said.
“oh,” I said, “sure.”
“you guys have a good night.”
if she only knew…
I was on [...]
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yellow tulips
Editor @ July 22, 2009 # 6 Comments
Yellow Tulips
by eileen myles
I was walking along the sidewalk
in all the daily pain
& miserable faces & awful air.
Up above in a flower box
were yellow tulips, too real
to be real, so big
and sexual looking in
that funny way flowers
always are. I guess
they were like heads
poking in from another
world. How do you
like Wednesday, you
beautiful things?
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Last in Line for Love
Gene @ July 21, 2009 # 4 Comments
Last in Line for Love
by gene defcon
Momma just lay there
Her teets on display
While excited young kittens
Fought fairly for space
They gorged on her milk
Beyond what they needed
And left nothing at all
For the runt
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getting stuck in a parade
Editor @ July 20, 2009 # 8 Comments
getting stuck in a parade somewhere downtown in the deep mountains of vermont
by joseph reich
when all else fails
& goes void & vacant
roll out miniature golf
sip n’ dip lickety-splits
roll in the parade
through shadows
of corroded keyholes
of cathedrals & prisons
& barrooms & blood banks
& pregnant girls & madwomen
& motorcycle men & mannequins
& firetrucks & policemen
& old timers [...]
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