some horoscopes
by Cerebella

portraits of inverted colors-
x-rays.     they          face each
other-
one calls itself lazy/  the other is type a.

try to figure things out
with ourselves, apart  as

red eyes versus dialated  pupils
set wide apart across the latitude
of a   compass

nownow.    let’s  take …

tiny car
by Cerebella
tiny driving car tiny driving car
to test drive
it’s me, look into your mirror
take me swimming with you
take me swimming with you
restless energy dart your cosmic science away
change your course to an …

help the schizo open wide
by Cerbella
sailors, they cat-call at bumper stickers reading ‘pink’ on women’s granny smith asses. gravity has a bumper sticker, it says, take drugs to forget about me.
i sacrificed myself to an …

she looked like she was on drugs.
by Cerebella
harpsichord of chainsaw fight
shatter on the carpet tonight.
we killed him dead
we fucked
and bounced on fluffy clouds
one right in my mouth
tough as tree-bark
mean as snarl.
buttery sunshine
giving my brain a …

slippery phlegm
by cerebella
jumping from a plane,
two symmetrical beings
knowing the vanity of being
clinically insane.
here they come now,
through the forest green,
lip-smacking, high and all
rapidly complying with their
shadows defiant crushed velvet.
moonwalking
left to right, cars
steadfastly racing with the sunset
opening …

silver hell
by cerebella
my face is as pale as moonlight’s whimper
to add more novocaine to the sky.
starlight caught in a rapture, sun, thin as a rubies soul;
this in loud words crashed my
thumping foot and a wrist …

fainting in public when i had no place to go.
by cerebella
(i will save you only if your
veins are slight)
we were birdwatching between the oak trees
i saw two hawks have a fight that could happen
to us
so …

little flower science
by cerebella
lavender storm.
pink rockets in my prayer whistles
little rock lava babies
eroded from red to a squeal
of winking and and e.z bake ovens
surfing the lathered shampoo of
the shore’s mouth.
ready to learn how to swim …

humid grass-split operation
by cerebella
if i were to grow up one day
i’d wanna be carrie
covered in blood bath
twisted into indian burial grounds
troubled from the
wooden spoon treatment
that never seemed to end.
maybe the sun will wake me up …

judgement to smother a melons sandpaper-nipples into my teetsucker.
by cerebella
i hoarded photosynthesis without protection into my otherwise smelly box of hiding-corner today and my fingers bleached out to transparency and my voice turned into a …

used-tissue pinata.
by cerebella
this year, tachycardia just means my forsythia is gonna bloom faster than lillian gish portraying a  maharajah in stop motion animation.
whispering out dove feathers in a somber rice-paper delivery. what do i spy?
sunshine …

wait for the china to pile before i do the dishes
by cerebella
earthworms & their little intestinal hideouts.
this is the place where brave spirits go to
seek out solitude.
they sleep together, three quarters of the year
three fourths
they …

this is all retrospective
by stacey shapiro
death
she was always sexier than life
but both sisters have a gravity
that everybody secretely dreads
they both weigh down on me
oh, they will not let any of us be
i heard the smiths …

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jH(*Y7YTHoho.
by cerebella
asteroid to asteroid. the tidal foam of
middle-mind disasters is ticklish. glue
neverletgos peel and blacken. purple
cape
neck
cling
yellow
hair
annie
pupils.
when lostest, you can trace
sheep, engrossed in petting them.
my muse-chaos died of
grief and i, too stubborn,
neglected to …

make yourself at home
by cerebella
the hot springs of nordic passageways
will not lose their innocense, not to
age, to trite loneliness, to sky reflection theories
i should not feel unloyal for
swimming to a greater ocean
should my eyes daydream, …

permanent markers in my soup
by cerebella
do you too
have smallthinfragile obsessions shaped like
mink coats holding hands,
silently waving hello or goodbye?
mink coats worn by ladies with mullets?
mink coats worn by ladies who are really rather special?
everyone knows …

happy birthday, universe.
by cerebella
happy birthday, universe.
the blueberry skinned sky
is poked,
and dripping into china seas.
sailors gape their mouths
wide open.
(we all need to remember
why we pick up the phone
when it rings, sometimes.)
today the galaxies
orbit the …

drive yer palm into the clammy center of mine
by cerebella
daz gizmos, and les gadgets; ‘dent’fy ‘gizmos’, an handsom wrench
‘cyclable spoon, metaphor cereal, sogging obscurity, 2% meelq
salt/pepper tornado: witherin’ cloudespohagus, static resistence
time travel tube, handholdin’ 4 …

pneumonia
by cerebella
the fragrant
heaving flowers
and their translucent
shocking petals.
so?
how nurturing
the ooze is, seeping
in its freckled center,
leaning over
one of them weird-striped bugs
who just died smiling.
the itching goddamn
rain drops bothering
me: ‘come inside’.
almost never.

imagery, not lite music, inspired by the changing of seasons
by cerebella
Summer is melting.  She doesn’t smell like pee stream, because when you pee in it she turns to purple Kool-Aid.  She melts over your palm filth …

y i wanna stay at home too
by cerebella
betty crocker? yeah i’m guessing you’re guessing she wore deoderant
yeah i’m guessing she probably if not certainly did
you focus on the ping-pong two rooms down the hall
while i …

magick johnson!
by cerebella
bottlecap flames, lighting way to my
sewer sex, resonating. flickering
light switches. distracting. extreme
dislike strong dislike, dandruff
showers. i’d put my lightbulb in
my bath right after yours. elevators
shooting thru the ceiling, …