Article Archive for October 2009
Playing in Peoria
by ivan jenson
dumbed down for the masses
and dressed up in pomp and glitter
the musical version of
the greatest story
ever told
was test marketed
out of town
where it wowed those
in the nose bleed seats
while boring the
the reserved
only …
#10
by emma blowgun
my roommate and i have decided
that we may be better for each other than
any woman ever could be while we watch
the smoke sift under our bedroom door and
out into the living room of …
what they mean to say when they break your heart
by steven dondlinger
When I say I don’t love you
I mean you aren’t special. You are
like any other person on the street.
You are both unimportant
and unattractive unless …
40th Street
by Eileen Myles
I’d like
to say
that when
I change
coffee
the pot
doesn’t know
it for
a few
days
it’s awaiting
the tempo
of French
espresso &
suddenly
El Pico
is back
it’s inexplicable
the glass pot
is dulled
speechless
so wake
me up
with your
confusion
in a few
days you’ll
be shaped
like this
& a new
strong
meaning
will
come.
Be patient
pot. Advance
the parade.
my boring rich girl
by phil
I once had a girlfriend that was filthy fucking rich.
Her father was wealthiest property owner in town.
She wasn’t much to look at in the face, but her body was good.
It was …
When Earth Bathed its Sidewalks in Octobery Chalk Strokes
by cocteau
A chalky, palm-printy arc of the rendering
is believed to be the progenitor
of a fifteenth-century
Milanese labyrinthine-red-on-pink on Oooh-bla-dee.
Inky– diffuse, aglow, rotating like June
moons around a gentle star. …
Brewmeister
by gene defcon
You’ve spent months
Brewing, testing and tasting
Austin’s finest hand-crafted beer
You’ve built your business
The old fashioned way:
Beer by beer
No democrats
No environmentalists
No politically-correct whack-jobs
Could stop you
You’re a self-made man
Like our fore-fathers envisioned
Except for one thing:
You’re a …
Over Coffee
by carlos martinez
Here is the best of everything – you sitting in a chair
at a table in a café at the back of a bookstore where
the dust motes glide through the air as easily …
Seville
by will morris
by silver lantern girls pulverize their drinks as
nausea itches outside in the orange grove.
third day of venom still no sign of sweet latecomer from
johnny my thoughts turn to darker complaint
but field is early
white …
Mixmaster M.C. Escher of the Spastic Leroy Bejesus Bojangles 9 volt tongue or Scot-Irish Mofo Samurai in the Land of Mexican Machismo has 1 million fans on Facebook
For Sandra Begotka
by Quasimofo Snyder
Eins @
i want to …
This is Not Porn; (and) I’m Not Horny
by tara przybille bradley
No moan
at the end of your tongue
No nipple
or spots between any necks or collar bones
I have not stumbled onto anything woody
Nor are you lifting my …
For C.
by sarah endsley
In eastern Washington, early August
when the sundown smokes the sky into a purple haze,
clouds begin to disappear
and the gentle sloping Columbia basin
slightly resembles your face.
Beyond my lazy reclining stance, there is a …
Aimless Love, Summer Love
by kimberly e. ruth
*a response to Billy Collin’s Aimless Love
The best kind of love, he wrote
was that without recompose, without
gifts, or unkind words,
without silence
on the telephone:
a mouse carcass, a wren,
a chestnut.
I continue …
hardcore porn
by jc bouchard
the blooms under
your arms
keep you up
but i can see them
dying scourges of
pollen cocking
their guns again
to which
plumes of pedals
push you up
over the ceiling
it’ll take me
forever to
wipe clean the yellow
from your lips
we deep kiss
the …
back in the 60′s
PL, the approximately Maoist component
of SDS, said join the military
because we must share the experiences
of our generation, or
was it Spartacist, one of ‘em
I can’t remember
my point being
that’s what I’ve gone & done
or darn near, which
makes me some kind of authority
on practically everything
Lovedoll Desperation
by diy danna
Back to back denials of eating flesh
confound love for the young plastic lovedoll.
It comes to life-a civilized cannibal with a camera-
eating raw emotions, spooning heart and liver
to a rock ‘n’ roll soundtrack …
Morning wood
by michael hessel-mial
Like entering a room
where a woman waits,
reclining, with coy eyes,
I stumble into awakeness
onto my erection, silent
and patient.
Given time to dress,
it isn’t rumpled or slouched
in its suit of hardness, but relaxed
and full, having …
The Journey
by annie rink
(for Justin Prentice)
Lying beneath you,
your lips around my nipple,
I watch you float
beyond highways, hills, valleys,
a blindfold of fog over your eyes.
You’re leaving, catching the next train
to nowhere and everywhere,
a duffel bag, a …
How It Will End
by denise duhamel
We’re walking on the boardwalk
but stop when we see a lifeguard and his girlfriend
fighting. We can’t hear what they’re saying,
but it is as good as a movie. We sit on …
Catalyst of the fuel-injected pinhead (on a hot summer day)
by jim benz
Wind repels
the dull knife
of my body
like gravity
gives weight
to exhaustion,
and this broken
road, half drunk
on time-wasted
asphalt, is faithless
and wicked.
Minneapolis
on a bike
at East Hennepin
and Fifth
is nothing
but a …
January 1993
by drew deGennaro
The breeze
Bothers the bushes
Frazzles the trees
Pushes against the door
Of the car
Where I am trapped
Buckled down
Next to me
Sits my sister
The breeze
Hits the car
Like big rocks
That
Make us sway
In and out of traffic
On Highway …
fictionista
by ll long
Everything you are about to read is true. Everything I say is a lie. I write my book every day. I am a self-animating golem carving emet on a clay tablet every morning …
Hills No More (Return of The Whooshay)
by shawn misener
The Body of Christ melts in your mouth
not in your hand.
Jesus would be better served as milk chocolate
laced with expensive shiraz
and dusted with dehydrated lake trout
They sell …
unfair mousse
by pat a physics
Hair can tell you most of what you want to know. Thomas Gluckford’s head
was a gray fan in the back and a slick, sewer rat in front. Tom smelled worse
than the …
1/8 OF A TANK
by nicole kuwik
after arriving late to a party and
holding my very
intelligent
friend’s hair,
we are sitting
in a yellow
upstairs room
“My highschool teacher died scuba diving
in those caves, he
ran out of air”
“They found a bunch of
19 …
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