Ma what happened to my neo-synephrine I was using to upholster My sinuses and synapses? A biscuit wearing baseball shoes replied, “mene, mene, tekel upharsim” As it slowly slathered guacamole sauce upon its Tilted brain.
Category Archives: Poetry
America
(ten years after) Every tone I murmer Is the interrogative woo— Whooshing interstate Escaping city clutches— Gnawing fingers unbinding The soiled text of time. Every note I raise Billows from red brick Smokestack lightning rubbed out of Blinked eyes with raw fists And coughed into the grey— Grey spaces. Every chord I strum Is the …
Untitled
Having many things on her mind, mainly militancy and genetics, Kate averted her eyes, wondering how many times the cashier in the supermarket would ring up the price incorrectly. When are we, why are we, we people of the Third, of the incorrect distinction—violently albine and waiting with open eyes. Harry said that we of …
Breakfast for One
in the morning is my heart at knowing you never came home last night – Scarlett Faith
Beat Poetry
by Jack Motivations come and go like waves, washing me lifeless and breathless over the rocks; over and back again. In the deepest recess of memory I have an inkling of light. A suggestion, or a hint, of love. Little else. Once, when I was riding across New Mexico, I had an illumination: Satori. And …
To Pull Together
To pull together the fragments of life find (if only for a moment) a constant? Only layers of illusion on which we live whom am I trying to hurt? … … How can I converse (love)/ with you When, Are you, as you say some reality? Some static idea who sees some me? … … …
Perspective
There is no big beginning or ending there is only today as all days in itself a beginning and an end – Scarlett Faith
His Network Premiere
Shut up. Attention! Atten— Good evening, ladies ‘n’ gemmelmen. Good evening, gummelmoan or laddies. Good morrow, ladies. We have a hot time tonight. Okay. Tonight the ABC premiere: Il Paradiso, the movie. Marcello Spaghetti, Sophia Lasagna, Annette Ragu, Chef Boy-ar-dee are guineas in paradise, trapped in a deathless world of no frustrations because Jehovah reins, …
She Walks the Heaven-Shadowed Earth
She walks the heaven-shadowed earth, A sheltered child, she clings to the stone hanging from her hard, muscled lung. The luminous soles of her feet seem Neither glad nor weeping as the Laughter gives a belch-like creep. She walks the heaven-shadowed earth, Touched by delighted fingers stroking A breast, a thigh, a lip bruised by …
Miscellaneae
One step too hard on the frozen ground felt a snap. Lost sight. felt sanity slip through a vortex of sirens and static. Woke up to hear the endless bored cycle of the turntable as it roared ever on. Left how long ago? (oh, just twenty minutes) Guess it was all a dream. – Leonid