Zombies
by Pete Funk
In the case of a catastrophe involving my neighbors becoming zombies, I’d like to get a few things out of the way before they begin knocking insistently at my door in a way …

The First Threesome And Lessons In Geometry
by Peter Funk
There we were
the three of us
in a sea of limbs
floating on spit
and flesh and hair.
We stank of cheap beer.
Our tongues made triangles.
We started in the bathroom,
braided rug …

The First Love Poem I’ve Ever Actually Meant
by Peter Funk
In my fortieth year
my head becomes a pin cushion
for a constantly evolving army
of bad ideas and circular regrets,
an emotional petri dish growing
dusty grey-green wisps of fuzz
that …

The Fat Man In The Blue Suit
By Pete Funk
This ride is under
marble mottled skies,
the night’s rain
having brought down
the cool wet breath of ozone.
There is a fat man in a blue suit
who rubs his face
like he’s …