Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Tomorrow of the Self
I could have put my arm around you or threw up
my hands on the way down; you could have
clamped onto my arm for a safety, girly feeling,
but the ride is currently sliding into denouement.
Maybe there's no need for action when the place
and what's going on all around are plenty enter-
taining, but then the whole thing closes down.
There's no earned talent over time for pairing off.
You see an infusion of cash and you wonder will
there be the fulfillment of a fantasy of together
or the sudden chance to turn an innocent regret
into Tomorrow of the Self, a triumphant pillage?
by Ted
"I'm reaching into space to get you back, Phyl."
Friday, July 17, 2015
Tittie-clamp chain
Tittie-clamp chain now a roach clip,
And sometimes it swings alarmingly.
Two rubber nubs from the one wicked-
Tight alligator jaw are long vacuumed.
The coiled old links weigh in a palm.
The roads-to-Rome breeze of a central
Air filtration system pulls away odors
Yet also beckons towards the outdoors.
Reptily
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Hi
Not tryna take anybody's job
Who's already in one
Don't wanna step on any toes
It's just my nature
I want to fill the opening.
Reptily
"Hi"
Who's already in one
Don't wanna step on any toes
It's just my nature
I want to fill the opening.
Reptily
"Hi"
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Uranus
OMG isn't anyone allowed to have a personality anymore? Not allowed in the workplace unless you are a vocal-frying, nasal talking, Lexapro-taking cyber-prosthetic clone of some fat, de-gendered hipster? Where are the bigger-than-life smokers and drinkers of the Earth's last earnest millennium?
The only reason some men pull back at all on their missions to inseminate is that they can't keep moving the penis forward ad infinitum, and despite the design of the organ, there's no more pleasure in retreat than in breaking a perfectly good line, a straight-on ray, into pathetically iterative fragments.
by Peg
Monday, July 13, 2015
Instead I nursed a burn from the roaster rack on my bird finger
I was staring out a window eating potato salad, and suddenly
we were prepping for a 'nade, securing hallway doors, and
on second glance, there were in fact no storm cells everywhere
instead I nursed a burn from the roaster rack on my bird finger
having stepped into the rain for a fistful of fennel and stuffed it,
sinews of intimacy had grown too tight, thus my careless touch.
the way this one bubbled against nature, bled medical waste
the butchered organism suffers indignity of fate
when with what it is embalmed is the same as what it ate
by Peg
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Peggy (Pegyuh)
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Hot moral core
every heartbeat
is a startle response
at the fact of being
how terror's an actor
in the hot moral core
of every moment
too many ones set
to watch and ring hands
too few safe and warm
Donna Thong
Poetry Support Group
Chapbook Exhibition Day
Big Table C
is a startle response
at the fact of being
how terror's an actor
in the hot moral core
of every moment
too many ones set
to watch and ring hands
too few safe and warm
Donna Thong
Poetry Support Group
Chapbook Exhibition Day
Big Table C
Friday, July 10, 2015
Middle of the day
Missy felt like she could fall asleep as long as her wing blades were crossed in front of her and she was spouting plenty of burning pus.
But then she had to startle awake and remind herself no even tho she's backed up into a safe stone corner, and she's a real K now, she can die.
So she may fight for a while and back on into the mountainside crease, too tired to climb into the sky, the only way to Cliffe Suites.
But they're coming at her! She must get out this could be the end. It was the middle of the day, plenty of time for them to send new recruits.
But then she had to startle awake and remind herself no even tho she's backed up into a safe stone corner, and she's a real K now, she can die.
So she may fight for a while and back on into the mountainside crease, too tired to climb into the sky, the only way to Cliffe Suites.
But they're coming at her! She must get out this could be the end. It was the middle of the day, plenty of time for them to send new recruits.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Monday, July 6, 2015
Sunglasses, wallet, instamatic
Sunglasses, wallet, instamatic
Feeling Racing
sockless
most everything is new
haunted house
Donna
Poetry Support Group
Big Table B
Feeling Racing
sockless
most everything is new
haunted house
Donna
Poetry Support Group
Big Table B
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Friday, July 3, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Scriptofalia
carb hole
jupiter n' slattern
You Can't Not Have Everything
Connie Putnam Memorial Sit-Com
Crotchety, Perverse Tai Chi Teacher
Seems Like Hong Kong Has Gone Dark
Beach Fat Hanging Over My Back Strap
Sad Glance at a Progress Bar
Donna
Poetry Support Group
Big Table B
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
tadpoles ghosts
i tried to scrape the specks from my screen but they
were birds dirtying the sky
clouds of tadpoles ghosts were charged and roved
meandering against the flow
or the wind itself, spooked inadvertent sluices troughs,
carved panic relics in flight
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
We once invented
we once invented a way to drive and pray where the fingers lace and the thumbs steer
but it proved to be too dangerous to be too close to the other world in two ways at once
our first invention self-stim had to be done from bloody scratch lacked even a metaphor
and we're believers in post-invention invention if it's earnest and ignorant it's a marvel
we were invented by fear and superstition as long ago as the ages stretch out their reach
so rapture or depression from departure from that infrastructure of decorum is expected.
Dr. Donna Thong
Temple of Chama
Sunday, May 31, 2015
He gotta prolmer sup'm?
DONNA:
He gotta prolmer sup'm?
S'he getting evener what.
Maybe'd be like given in
T'like ex-ep the situation.
HOOLIE:
He swats flies with the
Face of a clan war and
All its convictions; or
He's just emotion laden.
CHAMA (on loudspeaker):
All my good fellows
Go back about your
Bruisery and jaundice,
Permit a man to heal.
TED:
Nay, a prolm not got I. S'
Only moslie Dana Life
issues'n th'like. I'm grate-
ful to have fingers today.
Phyllis
for Chronica List
He gotta prolmer sup'm?
S'he getting evener what.
Maybe'd be like given in
T'like ex-ep the situation.
HOOLIE:
He swats flies with the
Face of a clan war and
All its convictions; or
He's just emotion laden.
CHAMA (on loudspeaker):
All my good fellows
Go back about your
Bruisery and jaundice,
Permit a man to heal.
TED:
Nay, a prolm not got I. S'
Only moslie Dana Life
issues'n th'like. I'm grate-
ful to have fingers today.
Phyllis
for Chronica List
Thursday, May 28, 2015
More Donna and Peg in Prison
PEG: Wow, wait... I just passed through the Crack.
DONNA: ...did too, just now! Is that what you said?
PEG: What, we both passed...
DONNA: Oh shit are you kidding me we...
PEG: Hold it Donna, if you can, we must be..
DONNA: Let's...
PEG: Donna?
DONNA: Peg?
PEG: Wait... it's stopping...
DONNA: ...stopping. Peg?
PEG: Donna yes I felt it too we were passing back and forth very rapidly through the Crack and and not not entirely in sync.
DONNA: Wow, Peg-- how do we even know now... are we... can, could we communicate still if we were on different sides now?
PEG: No because I couldn't hear you before when you were on the other side of the Crack, chile what is happening bitch I am freaking out.
DONNA: Okay remember I'm a doctor and that we are on the same side whichever one it is. I think because we both started out on the same side, we could default as ending up on that side even in periods of frequent fluctuations, and those were more like...
PEG: More like a fibrillation...
DONNA: Yes.
DONNA: ...did too, just now! Is that what you said?
PEG: What, we both passed...
DONNA: Oh shit are you kidding me we...
PEG: Hold it Donna, if you can, we must be..
DONNA: Let's...
PEG: Donna?
DONNA: Peg?
PEG: Wait... it's stopping...
DONNA: ...stopping. Peg?
PEG: Donna yes I felt it too we were passing back and forth very rapidly through the Crack and and not not entirely in sync.
DONNA: Wow, Peg-- how do we even know now... are we... can, could we communicate still if we were on different sides now?
PEG: No because I couldn't hear you before when you were on the other side of the Crack, chile what is happening bitch I am freaking out.
DONNA: Okay remember I'm a doctor and that we are on the same side whichever one it is. I think because we both started out on the same side, we could default as ending up on that side even in periods of frequent fluctuations, and those were more like...
PEG: More like a fibrillation...
DONNA: Yes.
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The Crack
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