Jesus owns two Cadillacs A box of tools, and lives in Camden Near the baseball field.
Author Archives: MIKEY
Hump Off Sluggo!
Clover Day
Margins of breathless senators wrinkled upwards cross the brow Poised lightly nonethe less Gift experiences. A weasel farts. I splay my feet on concrete Warriors appear and brandish ripe olives Codes are vivid, scrambled, stung in paper Lacelike fungus spreads defiant on the visage of the immigrant Wilted begonias encircle the junta in leering parody …
We Dive to Locate Querulous Atoms
We dive to locate querulous atoms We strive to placate virulent coatimundis We drive to octagons Pepto-bismol written on Gratuitous bombastic knees of fallen idols We liken them to pampered beetles We dampen them to prevent noisome gastric juices from splashing We needle nerds Emboldened, turn To embryonic turds We dive to locate querulous atoms.
Jean Paul Sartre for Dodge Dartre
“In my journey to the end of night, I must rely not only on dialectical paths of reason. I must have a good solid automobile, one that eschews the futile trappings of worldly ennui and asks only for basic maintenance. My Dodge Dartre offers me this elemental solace, and as interior parts fall off I …
Masthead (#2)
PUBLISHER’S STATEMENT Both people who read our first issue allowed as how we had the nerve coming off with all that holier-than-yall highfalutin hooey about how we were going to eschew the snide & smug conceit of other xerox mags when we were every bit as snotty and full of ourself so fuck it. The …
Mo-Jim-Bo Evaluates Truth
Not Yet Beneath Me, Beluga, Beguine!
Be seen and not heard, jellied caviar. You are only the meager bourgeois babbler-in-darkness and we shall not accommodate your folly. Butchered bathing beauties prance like winsome caterpillars upon your seeded airplane wings while morphine-sodden columnists compose scorching polemics against your use of portent. Fear as thick as eyelashes flutters down your precipices, rolling like …
Where Fetal Narcs Cavort
IN ESSENCE neath the trimmings wreaked with love upon the boughs GREAT BLESSINGS leak from heaven down among the tilted mouths LIBATIONS meek with Laudanum impose their lofty growths on vicious mounds of pustules filled with consciousness below TIS US the craven populace enamored of seething drones, tis us from whom contentiousness like blood from …
Masthead
PUBLISHER’S STATEMENT Magic Bullet will be published on a basis, and will present the best (i.e. whatever we can get) of Philadelphia’s Art & Literature. Anyone desiring to submit Art & Literature is encouraged to do so, by sending it to: [postal address no longer in service] Originals will not be returned or paid for …