Sunday, October 14, 2012

gimme the dee effin money

gimme the dee effin money,
an eagle with wings that are a map:
these are the things that seem a
good idea to me.

a spaceship secured by
gravity and chains
where they chop down trees,
jubilant dirge of victory.

sorrowful tomahawk,
legs of ginger
stomping through tall grass,
tuneful recorders, fingers.

Hoolie
"desesperado"

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Terror v. Horror v. Anxiety v. Fear v. Panic v. Paranoia v. Puzzlement v. Exasperation v. Dread






















Headlights made me squat and lie down on my back like a cat burglar. Those and other slick gangster moves made me wonder who am I?

I'd stand before the oracle dispenser and a great personality, an exaggeration, appeared to bubble into the frame, a swelling from my skull.

Was it self-regard made me lose a way to muscle outta here? I wake up exhausted from a night of paramilit'ry operations: for bread.

Reptily

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Prop

the painting looks like a prop,
or it is a prop, or
the boy is a prop,
or he looks like a prop, or
the painter saw him or used
him as a prop, or
the painting was a prop for a large
and pretentious receiving hall or
middle-class cascade of staircase, or
set as a prop in a film or on tape.

it could also have been an ad,
or a mockup for an ad, maybe a
generic boy for any number of ads, with
no copy, or a painting of an ad for
anything, a bill board could have pro-
vided to the painter a free model of 1 the human figure,
2 how you can produce commercial art, and
3, that if you are a boy, this look would be OK.
this painting could have been the result of a grandmother and
some ads she'd seen and wanted that look for this boy.


Sunday, September 30, 2012

Friday, September 28, 2012

garlic phallus

am i strong willed? is that why i'm doomed?
as fish schools part and switch back,
the shading i cast, as fool, seems to dissipate.
half-buried chains wave to give anchor but i drift.

my staff are a bunch of dicks posing in lab coats
, and even they can't find a way to get after me.
some friends might fuss or threaten, chumming on
jetsam of the callow marrow of a man's trajectory.

Donna

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

something empty we share

The emptiness between us is something empty that we share.
Your head blocking the light behind you makes our faces dark.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Let's not

Let's not
take this any further
or end it either

wild poinsettias bobbing in circles is their race up the mountaintop
and while we're someone who'd never say no to a splash of color
we're stuck with the translucency of skin as a crude odometer


Ken

Sunday, September 16, 2012

self-regard





i see fresh irises, ski slopes,
pancakes, cross hatching,
a jutting larynx ridge.

there is an eyed, faceless being
inside a face with no eyes.
spasms, years pin back a jeering.

clusters of melanin
are moving back
and blending in,

for youth is in a reversal.
dyed payback is all ahead;
winter is nearing an end.


by Missy

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Friday, September 14, 2012

Sunday, September 9, 2012

admonishment



wasted bird of paradise
edging sideways through life
straight is the final arrow's flight
even if you do things right

harsh are the rains and tides
jarring are the co-confined's
needling the pines
wicked the minds

Friday, September 7, 2012

Latest Starving Titles


  • Bourgeoisie, please!
  • Effluvium of underarm and flowers
  • i guess it's my testosterone make me wanna force things
  • Torsion and beyond to what can be cured by narrative?
  • Bag o' Cock
  • Now! Less Panic
  • No, we're not smosta spoke here but we do.
  • Fagnimicent
  • There's nothing for me in these bushes but cover.

By Donna

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Another Damn Sun Hole

"You could drive a truck through it."

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

cicada


Its wings are bright green webs.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Monday, July 30, 2012

Sunday, July 22, 2012