misener @ June 22, 2007 # 6 Comments
trompe l’oeil
By Shawn Misener
Dropped into France with a cosmic vacuous THUD, slowly reaching to awareness to find an old friend married to an asshole. Their baby in hand, glasses knocked off from the distracted head, there is no money in the wallet and no wallet in the pocket. Unable to find a phone to call […]
misener @ May 20, 2007 # 4 Comments
Poems in Dedication to the Whooshay #1
By Shawn Misener
Electric veins running through plastic cows
involved in shampoo experiments.
Fur trophies line the cedar walls while
kool-aid sap seeps through the emergent cracks.
You’re here to meet the barnacle sage
the sexually active guardian of loose change
the purveyor of fine ice creams:
The Whooshay!
Whooshay! Whooshay!
We all say
late into the teal stained […]
misener @ May 17, 2007 # One Comment
Dream Fruit
By Shawn Misener
The australopithecine peeled dried lizards from the rocks
as the man in the pinstriped suit and leather case marched past.
He was resolute, determined to get to the office on time,
unaware that he was on a prehistoric beach.
He pulled a blender from his spotless jacket and assembled it
as the tide pushed in under his […]
misener @ April 20, 2007 # One Comment
Three ochre and maroon clad monks walk into a bar.
By Shawn Misener
Whaddya havin?
asks the stylish existential mid-twenties female bartender.
The first monk orders a scotch on the rocks.
The second monk orders a rum and coke.
The third monk orders a long island.
I have to ask,
the bartender says,
but doesn’t being a Buddhist mean you can’t drink?
Who says? replies […]
Editor @ March 29, 2007 # 5 Comments
The Halverson Encounter
By Shawn Misener
I give the man Richie his change, and he glances at me, eyes wet like a puppy, wanting to say something. He wraps a fist around the neck of the brown-bagged Wildberry Green wine and deposits the thirty-two cents into his ragged army coat. His beard looks dirty, like he just […]
Editor @ February 28, 2007 # One Comment
Bert Defeated and Worn
You might not know this:
Sesame Street is real.
Bert is a barista at an overpriced coffeehouse
I frequent on snowy days.
Actually, we’ve struck up a friendship
based on lengthy and heated conversations
regarding the nature of God.
Bert is a die-hard atheist,
and although I’m not an atheist
I’m close enough to remain level with him.
Bert says some crazy […]