world peace

sexy naked young man -- whose 10-inches-long-when-erect penis
is perhaps the most shapely gorgeous
10-inches-long-when-erect penis
in the entire world --
lies there on his back in his bed
and his shapely gorgeous 10-inches-long-when-erect penis
is in fact fully erect, and throbbing, too, and
all the
covers are thrown off of him
and so he's completely stark naked there, his
big gorgeous dick is fully erect, and he's dreaming:
and what he's dreaming is:
as the mohave spins and whirls,
his parakeet dies and he bursts into tears.
his parakeet is yellowy-blue, and
it looks incredibly small and
frail lying there
in the middle of a pile of
scorched palm fronds.
he bends down and takes a closer
look, and the robe that
he is wearing parts away
from his chest, revealing
his smooth handsome chest
and the fully erect jut of his
shapely gorgeous 10-inches-long-when-erect penis
and he's standing there
with his robe parted
his dick
out
his bird dead
and in his dream he
starts spurting cum
and in real
life
he starts spurting cum
and he wakes up
lying on his back
spurting cum onto
his chest and belly
and some of it even goes
up onto his chin and
forehead
and he's troubled
by the images that
accompanied all this
cum-spurting, but
his dick is tingling
so nicely, and his
balls are tingling so
nicely, too -- and
as he lies there
spurting the rest of
that load, he wonders
about that dream, especially
the part about the parakeet --
he's never even had a parakeet
in his whole life,
but he did
decide to become a vegetarian
yesterday -- he wonders
at the possible relationship
of this recent decision to become a
vegetarian
to the tears he shed in that
dream for the dead
parakeet. he shrugs
and cleans himself up with
a soft fluffy towel, cotton,
made in india.

by Carl Miller Daniels

Cunt

Her post-operative
mood swings
kept taking
their toll
on me.
Finally
I couldn’t
deal with
them
any longer
and exploded,
anger boiling
out of me
like white hot
phosphorus.
Even though
my face
must have
looked like
the Mask
of Evil,
her doll-
black eyes
didn’t register
the slightest
concern.
Fuming,
I blurted out:
“Just because
you’ve got
a pussy now
doesn’t mean
you should act
like a fucking cunt.

by Gene Mahoney

Cho You’re My Hero

I secretly admire you.
You did what I dream of;
You let go and you snapped.
When the story came out
I grieved not only for them,
The innocent dominoes within
your selected killing field.
I connected with you;
Your pain,
Your anger,
Your misery.
I saw it in your eyes.
I bonded with your writing,
My madness understood yours;
Being fed up with the world,
wanting folks to stop fuckin’
with your demented mind.
I’m not condoning your actions,
Your massacre of others
is an unforgivable act.
But when the pain seers
Inside your blood and cells,
Without proper intervention,
Anything is bound to happen.

by Anonymous

MY DIET PLAN

My weight-loss plan is sure to work
since I’ve found where my mass must lurk.
The scale shows gross that sure astounds
unless my specks weigh twenty pounds,
I’ll just shuck those heavy glasses,
ignoring what my real mass is.
How much I’ve gained, I just won’t know
while people watch my shadow grow.
I can’t lose weight to grow smaller,
I should just shoot for growing taller.

by Gerald Bosacker

ART: Devil Hottie

by Amy Rowland

Children of Dawn

Fire dances, circles of stone, leaping high,
Night flows, silently, outside.
Stones dance, in shadows, shadows of fear,
Fear carried, with the tide.

Dawn comes, with light and ice,
Ice that cuts, blades of death.
Hunters stand, round the dancing fire;
Hunters, wolves of the North.

Spears reach high, women sing,
Hunters turn, and dance.
Blood, warm food, elders smile;
Hunters raise the lance.

by Jerome Brooke

Oyster Liquor

My old girlfriend,
the one I was
craziest about,
used to love
fucking me
in the chops,
emptying
her balls
against the
back of
my throat.
The globs
of cum
felt like
winter snot
in my mouth,
but they tasted
like Chesapeake
Bay oysters as they
slid down my gullet.

by Gene Mahoney

In 3’s

fucked in fired in the same week
a first and a re-birth
the double “f”
what an ironic combination
what you put out
you get back in fashion
the first was good
exactly as fantasized
culmination of my desires
passionate and raw
breaking the seal
the temporary seclusion
bursting blood
that never came before
forced myself down
only to be flipped
and deliciously pounded
into a sweltering mound
of gasping delights
the latter misplaced
manic reserve
that was asked for
with inappropriate delivery
set me off shaking
writhing in malice
the only day I didn’t
rock headphones while riding
letting the motor run
basking in astonishment
trying to turn these thoughts
into something tangible
logical or cohesive
to turn it anything
that holds the possibility
of understanding
my fall from the summit

by Kate Green

chopped chips

chips chopped from the wood
we are by that ferocious forester
sodomite God define our night,
tattered dreams hoisted like banners
flap flags listless in that good night
and run like memories dejected
back to the source that
rejects us

the one wherefrom nothing emanates
all essence and essential
definition, the lithe logos that washed the
face of the waters was witless
wishful thinking left wistfully
missing the blisses listed
as heaven and all that
shit

the fishy soul-seer that
would have shelved our selves
there would quite have liked
to swim in this Christ’s
white piss, Joseph the Jew knew
a mummy’s tummy no God yet
shat in was always still
a thin thing and he did not think

“honest, my dear, an angel raped me”
could explain that nasty foetation
quickening untimely in allegedly unfucked
tummy absolutely
satisfactorily

by David McLean

Why From a Girl

Hey where do you live?
"Why"?
I want to know about it, please.
"You are wasting your time
'cause I'm already fine."
But let me shine into your garage
for espionage
"And?"
Air passage
and to speak my language
and to free you from the cage.
"ha-ha"
So let me offer the carriage
to wing you to voyage.

"Why do you want to go?"
To explore the amazing world
drinking your nectar sweetheart .
"What is your name?"
I'm Name without fame.
"I'm Lilly but not so silly."
So what about your family?
"Why so timely?"
Please tell me kindly
Oh fille!

See the umbrella without rainfall
and kites of fly bloom in blue.
Look at you in pain and pleasure
in success and failure
and I'm always there for you.
Find there is no sky or earth
just you and me from start.
I gave you my heart
so let me be your part.

by Umesh Ghoshdastider

THE MOST HUMBLED

Spires of Babylon! Cursed, fucked world!
Marble erudite
sweating out God
by holding focus to the paper
foreign to his desk.
He is made to fathom consequence
and continues to measure success with sorrow
while pondering what is darker than man.
His pen to be moved by the sickness of its ink.
And while no innocence is gained by fever,
in the span of that fever,
pages pile up like nervous cigarettes
until the tourniquet of drink tightens off the written word
leaving the versed porous and discontented to harmony.
In length - abject by art
In brief - will made more formidable.
For even in the still of sitting,
it is realized -
Life is Expansive
by fabled and fated drunkard
or
poet of empty spillings.

by D. Garcia-Wahl

And So...

a child
born today

is the impute
of a
hypothetical disease

because
all that
has

gone before
in

social class
sex
ordinal position

all common
sense
in the illness

and unreality,
the perverseness
and distortion;

that who we
are is really
unknown

and at best,
a bad joke.

by Joshua Bouchard