Poetry
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Untitles (J. T. Grogan)
by J. T. Grogan rolling down the asphalt trail an ersatz man buried in a smogbox of steel fiberglas and rubber mouthful of plastic trubyte teeth munching a tru-luv candy bar made of butylated hydroxyanisole calcium propionate hydrogenated strontium 90 and vanillin an artificial flavoring on his eyeballs small plastic disks ground to prescription for…
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Time (Eric Stromme)
Time by Eric Stromme Walk among pine of ponderosa stumble through bramble manzanita soft soled boots with holes in song unsung moonlight friend Wonder at nothing, time Wander world, nothing mine too late had come and stays today, running from faded age tonight, youth overcome with lust Weeping tomorrow, merge with dust “Time,” by Eric…
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“I have not violated your mental privacy / But I cannot help receiving your emotions” (Catherine Baucom)
Prideful Menace by Catherine Baucom A lost soul wandering whimpers Spanning the nightmare gulfs of space and time Risking dissolution and death letting the body’ ultimate particles Be drawn across the pits of time to be Resembled in this far distant day. A sibilant voice as alien As everything else around him Not afraid of…
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“Compatriot” by Susana A. Sanchez
Compatriot by Susana A. Sanchez When I told him that I was a Mexican He began to talk about his farm, And plowing the fields, And killing the coyotes with an old shotgun And sleeping on dirt floors. but I Who have lived in a city And worked with computers And had servants Did not…
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Pagan Flap (Paul Sajnt)
Pagan Flap by Paul Saint If I would not perish then the task before me is to gather about myself the mantle of life and leave behind the bomb flag of ceremony, celibacy, and circumcision. For there is unity. It’s been found again it has one name but many speakers it is in the water…
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“Pearl Friday” by Albert Bell
Pearl Friday by Albert Bell So you stand with hand on my hip and patiently apply your lipping nuzzles to my throat, And I stand with my hand on your head and patiently apply my love nips to your shoulder, and we stand with our hearts on our minds and patiently allow love moss to…
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“How ugly is chrome, / And tubular chairs” (Phil Murray)
12:30 by Phil Murray In a room full of sound And a nicotine haze, Stand glittering machines with electronic smiles And little windows with salivary delights (Each technically augmented, of course) So I with the rest pay tribute and homage To these transistorized gods who vomit forth prizes All steamy and hot and tasting like…
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Untitled (Sharon Winter)
by Sharon Winter Could I find some virgin land Where lakes are green and reeds are tall Where naught but bird’s feet mark the sand And wild things to one another call, Some spot where I, alone, could view The sun arise anew each day; Observe each bright and changing hue From morn’s pale mist…
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Bloodletting is Beautiful by Roberta Greifer
Bloodletting is Beautiful: by Roberta Greifer Drowning in skin, Punctured in A wilderness of sheets, A piece of you still lingers in my prison of Teeth. Now At a wooden dinner, Your eyes are firing squads Across the mashed potatoes, And we pretend the amputation is Complete. My glittering assassin, Blow-by-blow Prepacked in a box,…
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Let’s Talk (Daniel J. Barbeau)
Let’s Talk. by Daniel J. Barbeau Let’s skip over the elements the wind and rain the thunder and lightning that can move me so let’s skip over love the exultation the pain of it let’s skip over night the bars and brawls the sex let’s skip over regret the sorrow and remorse the wishing things…
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