Poetry
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Tenderloin by Lara Lingenbrink
Tenderloin They say- Do not walk in the fillet of this city, atrocity, possibly. I say- Do not cut the cow if you can’t stomach blood in floods. Your luck has kept your…
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Dis-Illusionment by Snow
Dis-Illusionment by Snow I write new poems and my heart leaps up in joy I read these poems to a silent audience They do not understand Murmur kind encouragement My heart falls, I had meant to be genius Recognized in the first hour. “Dis-Illusionment,” by Snow originally published in Undertow ([Forum] 1978, City College of San…
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“The licking of the fog upon our faces brings us reluctantly back to reality.” (Maureen M. Mills)
Embarcadero by Maureen M. Mills The San Francisco Embarcadero, a milling mass of traffic during the day, is almost deserted by eleven P. M. The State Belt Line railroad engines silently wait for tomorrow morning, when they will snarl traffic as they push and pull the railroad cards from one pier to another. Automobiles that…
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Do You Smile For Us? by Vincent Calvarese
Do You Smile For Us? You sit quietly as you were brushed. Centered in the First Arrondissement, Bank right of the Seine, West, in the old Île de la Cité Do you smile for us? Your name is whispered but broken, with wings in fragments. Mo, mo, mo… to languages far away…
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“Bayview Terrace” by Jim Duff
Bayview Terrace by Jim Duff The sun pukes upon the sea and sets yellow-white light falls off the horizon dusk loiters behind the Bay until night attacks it a Transylvanian moon smiles upon a hospital morgues pace back and forth waiting to be fed ambulance drives with blackjacks stalk the sidestreets searching for customers a…
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“i am angry! / but lovingly angry,” (Gabriel Ariel Levicky)
Down by Gabriel Ariel Levicky prepare for paramilitary fuck… godhead will anoint you. so you too can afford a huge TV screen, the end of orgasm is comin’. just ask isadora. dictators of happyism rebuilt their countries spending vacations on different i-n-t-e-r-n-a-t-i-o-n-a-l pussy. hypocrisy software inc. is pissing a virus to our soda minds. yes,…
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“You are the brain, baby” (Madlyne Pagtanac)
One of These Days the Revolution Will Not Be Televised by Madlyne Pagtanac You are the brain, baby Fetus fruit that rots in the womb Congealed in the pickling gelatin of ignorance –Basket of maggots My forehead sealed, vacuum packed I can feel thoughts, thoughts of YOU Drilling through, drilling deep burrows; Separate compartments where…
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“For Those Who Must Pay” by Tomas Aquinas Valasquez
For Those Who Must Pay by Tomas Aquinas Valasquez After a battle Silence is not golden. It is ash gray, And blood is not red Where the silent lay, And the odor of death Is not sweet. It stinks of shit And rotting, butchered meat. After a battle The news releases say “Our losses were…
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“Joys of Destruction” by Jack Lagoria
Joys of Destruction by Jack Lagoria When Siva’s black hands Sear our brains with fire, When winds howl And the bleeding fox lies in the trap, When oppressed people roll wild Eyes to the sickles on the wall, There is hunger in the soul. If we be cowards, we seek Some weaker animal And in…
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“The Waiting Room” by Pat Wallace
The Waiting Room by Pat Wallace i shall miss this warm room i have lain fetus-like listening to the liquid sound of human voices survivor among stranded strewn seaweed drifting with tide of talk treading currents of conversation harbored refugees tell tales murmur memories stutter tunnel to light opens and i squirm through “The Waiting…
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