Bucket Wig

ringlets, but swept up from the back
and brushed impossibly forward
then wrapped at the end like Kon-
Tiki, and the tendrils, lolling dots
of colored glass as from a horn.

Obverse robinhood

I sense the heart
lidderly going out,
pressure from within

You pulling yoyo
string, thus the hate
in each wing flap

from a base of
everything, we've
topped the point

our life was:
trading away
hegemony


Hoolie
"Sorry."

How come you got a hematoma?

outside the vienna beef
downchank from Chukka
Bowl, one of the flakes

they say you took it and
offered another cheek,
but did you really

i took it on both sides
the face and lidderly
saw stars of pacifism



Ilyn
(cousin)

Sounds hellish carol thank you

PharmSupply's Prolabique NEWLY PLUSH "LIP LUSH" LIP LINE by Connie

 

• Byzantine Disappointment
• Casc Antiq
• Skinheads on Cobblestones
• Bifurcacia
• Light Syrup
• Neck Heart Pits
• You-You-You
• Highest Setting
• Poplis
• Aerated Vessel
• Contradictory
• Red Light
• Oaths
• Cherry of Your Pipe
• Comfy Innocence
• Organ of Nature
• Ruddy September
• Way Forward
• Two Moons
• Gratuitous Bursts
• Amazing Witchery
• Transient Cavities
• Purple Jelly
• Vengeful Regret
• Festival Broth
• Abduct
• Bang Free
• First Bird
• Last Laugh
• Glowing Surfeit
• Crowning Paramount
• Residual Fanciness
• Glassy Earnest
• Anticipatory Sepukku
• Best Practice
• Green Rubber Smock

Tom, Sales
"Palett au coleurs do ano!"

My love never stood

and then there was the
australian-peruvian
he was like a prince
a real gentleman that
place in the casc-antiq
must have cost a fortune

i was stopped straight
down from its peak by
skinheads on cobblestones
in uniforms and formation
my love never stood
at the balcony in fright


Jan Jansdadd
Shard: "Rise of Rightness"

halved, canned

had, could
don't, can't
won't, wouldn't

dried
light syrup
fresh

neck heart pits
velvet skin
bifurcated


by Mike
"Alkaline garden near the pool."

entificar

I promise to pathologize
and entify you, endeavor
to construe the closest
construct to a you you

With my whispers in
your heart, I'll send my
secrets in the dark to
find you you you


for Mike
by Dr. Donna Thong
"I remember the night."

Country princess

Drumming rains

the thunder came in
sounding like a gas
flame jet building to
its highest setting

drumming rains, not
rain, depending on
the heavens, always
draining and taking.

Filter of loathing

Like the new scrim in the sky above,
his entire stature was a filter for the
loathing of the poplis, an antenna or
dish, essentially convex, an aerated
vessel, representational of an ideal
who could be picked out in a crowd;
essentially invisible, contradictory.


Sylvia
"guess who?"

Pig shepherds

in response, we reverted
to a family-like structure with
oaths, rocking, game meats

or buy a red light and see
how green the cherry of your pipe,
just trying to hold your shit


by Hoolie
"Hot-Child-in-the-City Chank"

wide-straddling sado-recreationalist

He felt that acorns' plumets
were people throwing rocks

judgers standing too high to
see the faces or even shoes

gamers or conformists taking
their roles in comfy innocence

wide-straddling sado-recreationalist


Sylvia
"It's how I will remember Tom."

Plant takes man

We are gaia's brain
So vital yet just an
Organ of nature

Our parts can sever
one another, to
varying degrees of

Destruction on a
scale of hand
taking foot or

Brain, reeling,
taking poison:
plant takes man


by Donna
a) "Today just Donna today." 
b) "I kept adding 'today' to the ends of my sentences, and they still seemed to know I was an ex-con."

 

Ruddy september

Beasting sorrow

this is the place i left behind
this is the place i'd long outgrew
this is the place i'm in right now, and
to make it worse i'm here with you.

by Mad Ted 
"I'm outta su'um."

Coronal mass ejection

it was the day she said
"I can't see a way forward"
that we reflect on, two
moons later, needing
a coronal mass ejection
that gruesome darkness
precedes gratuitous bursts


by Tom
"I'm a work in progress."

Amazing witchery

Auntie Peg counted out loud by tens on her fingers so I could hear and see it. Surprised she didn't spell it out in my palms. Your father was born in 1948. You are two years older. I had to stop and think about it myself but it's true. Fifty-eight, sixty-eight, seventy-eight, eighty-eight, ninety-eight. Ninety-nine... that would make... 10, 20, 30, 40, 50. He died at fifty-one. You are fifty-three? It was an amazing witchery that she performed out of mathematics. I doubted.


by Hoolie

I watched my friends go insane

after the first round
mercifully died off
began a twitch and
baby rattles, spores
living out the norm
in transient cavities
alternate-grotesque
mercifully unaware
how gone, how far