Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Rave On (It)

I must be laughing
for this surely is
a fucking joke
Let’s travel through
wasted weeknight hours
where we bumped
from the south to the north
Dip in the center
for some barback love
and watch the irritation
smirk that pout
Down another mixer
I know your hate
for everyone here
but weren’t the Danish duo
amazing and sexy?
Wasn’t the meth dancer
a seepy mexicano
Just pass out in your
hiccups, rolling
pop in for a frozen bite
so the real thing
can start to simmer
How convenient to start
with five hours to sunrise
I struggled to contain
my piercing cackles
until I was thrown in
The line was drawn
in your counterproductive
liquid curves
Break some wine glasses
strip him free
trash the art deco
tracks style throw
three pieces in her face
She’ll get ya back
with a broomstick attack
go ahead and break the lamp
I’ll laugh on the stairs
and shake my head
Slamming doors
covered in sauce
while he scrapes for resin
on my pink plush floor
We will not be sleeping
with this pain from eating
Can’t I just shove
one billion live cells
down my throat
turn on Gish
wither on my back
and call it a night?
Not this night
because it won’t end,
they won’t end
even though they have.
I suppose I’ll wait
settle for an angle position
propped up on throws
admiring the cracked
red holder I snatched
and wonder ‘bout
that little vixen
running ‘round the fates
bringing my small wrong
back full swing
in just one night.

by Kate Green


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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Licorice Trees, Amazing Dreams and Purple Lights

The smell of licorice trees or
paint chips.
Kidney beans and sunflowers.
The sight of amazing dreams or
mushroom dip .
Dark white jeans and passing hours.
The touch of purple lights or
just torn rips.
Forest greens and steamy showers.
The use of imagination or
brain slip .
The brain has been, the drug just sours.

by Glen Landriault


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Sunday, May 27, 2007

Enough

Combed through alcohol,
The edge is now sanitized.
Ahhhh, yes, now it’s clean.
It fits perfectly in my pocket.

*walks*

Now, where would she be?
Oh yes, she’s here, perfect.
I politely ask for her time.

*closes and locks door*

No help or anyone is nearby.
She turns her back to retrieve
what she thinks I came for.

*grins*

I have her where I want her.
Rage fills my mind and soul.
I can no longer control myself.
The edge comes out as I grab her,
She’s up against the wall screaming.
I love how the blade kisses her.
Her cries mean nothing to me.

*laughs*

You should have thought about
your actions before now bitch!
I caress her throat with the edge,
Slicing and slitting it with pride.
For all the hell you’ve caused me
Payback is a mutha, isn’t it bitch?

*sighs*

Nobody’s here to hear your pleas.
A chase ensues, I overtake her
I pin her to the floor and stab,
Oh yes, I hid another knife.
She cries out in anguish.
I attack her with no mercy.

*yells*

You treated me like shit
and thought nothing of my safety
I was destroyed in the time
It took God to create the world.
That’s all it took.

*stops*

And now, you must repay me
For all the anguish and torture
I endured because of your hate.

*picks up and stares at hands*

I’m covered in your blood.
Sweet serendipity.

*aims for jugular vein*

I have no problem doing this.
My blade dents her vein.
I leave her in her own pool
Of years of devilish blood.
I walk out, accepting my fate.
Luckily for me no one sees me.
The nearby water calls to me.
I accept its inquiry.

by Anonymous


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Sunday, May 20, 2007

print your clit on the front page, front page

pussy on the front page
rear page
every page
who will our sisters
aspire to be?

meat
flesh
skin and bones
hand on hip
vagina in my eye
fucking and sucking
on the front page
of the news today

sell something to us
our throbbing dicks
we beg you
sell us something
to shoot our load
all over the
delicate feminine myth
of obsequious cooking
fucking and cleaning
and let’s not forget
dick sucking

give our children
something to shy from
dripping pussies
bouncing boobs
let us be embarrassed prudes
not knowing
just how good
fucking and sucking
is for us to see
on the front page
front page

by Michael J. Ratajczak


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A Street With No Name

Just the opposite from you, she says.
I grew up with maids, horses, private schools
and what do I have to show for it? A son killed in a war that’s
too terrible to talk about. Couldn’t afford to send him to school,
how else was he to learn?

You on the other hand, she says,
what about a son at a military academy seems
so much of a heartache to you? Grew up poor, then
got your SO – BRI - E - TY
your high FAL – U – TIN PhD

What do you know about heartache?
Your son reads textbooks
while my son third worlds his brains
on a street with no name.

by Suzanne Nielsen


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Thursday, May 17, 2007

Kickn in drug treatment.

in the wee and misty hour from somewhere deep within
come that demon that i summon from some unspoken whim
a demon that's been with me for almost all my life
that's never truly beaten and hides just out of sight
at first i thought to fight it i revealed its sordid schemes
but demons are so clever and i'd see it in my dreams
it knows that i must have your smile and empty praise
so i can think my lies are true then my act will seem so brave
i killed my rotten demon you all have heard me boast
well if it's not completely killed it's almost surely ghost
and that almost surely part is the trigger on my mind
and lets my demon know that i have gotten blind
then all the little stumble bumps that i forgot to see
let that demon closer to whisper just to me
(their all just fools you know why can't they see you’re through
you got me whipped you know you have so there's nothing left to do
i learned my lesson well you beat me down it's true
don't tell them that you spoke to me they'll tell you what to do)
My demons not so mean it's really kind of nice
my only really true friend that's been with me my whole life
so when it says lets go I've already slipped away
my minds been packed for days now so i'll be on my way
you never really knew me i just let you see my pain
but the real me
only demon knows my name.

by. j.m. Whittaker


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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Virgo's Kidnapping

He was stolen in the night
An eve otherwise mundane
The date not even remembered
Though the event could never be forgot

I had plotted the task
From the moment I found my criminal
Perfect for the job, self-interested and careless
Careless enough to steal a child without thought

It had been my desire to be rid of Virgo
He was with me always
Ingrained deep inside
He served to protect but also prevented

And so I had him kidnapped
My selected thief more than willing
I provided him his tools
Promptly setting him to work

The ritual was an atrocity
Stinging pain and faked enjoyment
Belly down, legs together
Praying for the theft to end

Comfort was sought but not found
Neck twisted so as not to inhale sheets
The offender spoke his consolatory words
"Wow, you're really tight"

Using his flesh sword I was torn into
Stretched, pulled apart, opened
Deep within Virgo was snatched
Scraped from my guts and devoured

Finding my resolution, having been freed
I bade the villain farewell
Kissed dear Virgo through his lips
Sent him out, under charcoal sky, carrying away a child

by Greg Englebach


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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

see through you

step forward
i'm calling you to account
there you stand behind a hard stare
i can see through you
did you know that
you only have the ability to hurt me as much as i let you
and right now your murdering me
stab your nails into my back
and i'll bend you over the hard tailgate of my rusty ass truck
and fuck you senseless
no more sweet caresses
i've been saving this for a special occassion
this something intense for you sweetheart
the killer of my hearts desire
twirl this around inside your sick demented little head
and while your down there thinking
open your mouth and suck my cock bitch
i let you deceive me
i knew there were things happening
things that you think with all of your infinite womanly wisdom
that you had all but hidden
but i can see through you
did you know that
bite my shoulder and make me bleed
drink what you've got coming
a coldhearted fuck
my dick ripping through you
i want you to smile and think that you've fooled me
think you could still be happy
after the shit you've pulled
you have no right to imagine a good life
there's no where you can turn
noone you can trust
look into my eyes and wonder
but i can see through you
did you know that
look up at me with your knees in the dirt
as i blow my load across your tits
don't think you didn't deserve every bit of this
let me look at your sweet face
as my cum drips from your lips off your chin
here give me your shirt let me rub it in
and now that i've made you feel dirty and ashamed
the way you've made me feel for so long
let me add insult to pain
here's ten bucks for the fuck
thanks for being my whore
but before we can be anything more
i wanted you to know that you were wrong
i can see through you
and now you know
that i've known all along.

by Marcelino R. Garza


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Sunday, May 06, 2007

a shot at haiku

blue-haired lane drifters
slowly speeding into sleep
beware the Buick!

hold me through the night
push me into the corner
my arm loves the numb

the heart is heavy
and the days turn into years
she’s not coming back

guitar strings corrode
as the sweat dulls the chorus
a faux authentic

by Kelly Pardekooper


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Saturday, May 05, 2007

Strange Fruit a la Blake

Nigger, nigger,
hanging from the tree
how you Christian white folk smiled
your work to see,
strange fruit dangling among the leaves.

Did God smile
your work to see?
Did He who made the nigger
make thee?

“Oh come on, white folk,
gather round;
watch the nigger
flail above the ground.

Come on
you pretty young girls,
in your flour sack cotton dresses,
giggle while the nigger
swing by his tresses.”

As the nigger burns
I see your faces
smiling gleefully
in various places.

Was there no pity
for the lamb?
Did He, too, receive
the scorn of man?

Oh, nigger, nigger,
burning bright
in the forest of the night --

Did He smile
this work to see?
Did He who made the nigger
make thee?

by Ken Thomas


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