Monday, March 31, 2008

rosaries and wine

and this is where you lose your mind
because i sleep
only to wake and meet satan
soaked in red im dying
from the absence of your love
my nights
devoid of stars he is my
creature my vampire
and in dreams
i feast on his sadism
i take his magic i drink you drank
my blood for two years
poisoned i am
impaired i am
disavowed i am
morose
from this monster i sway
and stagger, lightheaded
im trying not to fall
apart
JOIN ME as he slices
my corpse my heart in two
on my knees i beg him
to sew me back together
JOIN ME as i trip
over the kisses he blows
and spill my own blood
among the dead i crawl
to find something better
but he is the only
and i remain caged
caught
in barbed wire
like a bird i cant fly
because he cut off my wings.

by Desiree Santos


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Sunday, March 30, 2008

When I’m In A Coma

when my eyes have scabbed over
from staring too long at the lighthouse
and all you see is my shoddy body

when I’ve danced crypt-ahoy
down the spiral staircase
a gutful of dying gasps
to break my fall

will you be there?

when my Face is a database of dung
pressed in a Book by eComings
shutting my iGoings for good

when I shit drugs in the hospital bed
like an ad hoc choc ad
too upset to set up
downtown

will you be there?

when my arse is auctioned off
for bumming by the Moth Man
all night in the light

when I cry behind the fabric
over departed particles
“so make a mosaic”
my only thought

will you be there?

it’s how I make a living, man
it’s how I make a living man

will you still love me
will you still need me
when I’m in a coma?

by Stephen Moles


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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

ART: ...Slipping into a dream within a dream


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Saturday, March 22, 2008

My mother’s kind, I’m sort of bore
Ungrateful one to say no more.
I love her, she is only treasure
I have on Earth in human measure.
But unobedient to core
I’m brute indoor and outdoor.
The Judgment come will show my sin
Though even nowadays it’s seen.

by Sergey Streltsov


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Thursday, March 20, 2008

Master of Passion

Master of the sea, earth, fire, wind, thunder, and rain I am a still voice here my cry. My desire is true as the sky is blue. All I desire is a simple kiss of passion upon my lips. Do you care, are you there? I am thunder voice of a thousand children in the streets of Armageddon. Forces come to summon darkness to equip me with power. Is this my fight or yours? Is it true as the heart is true, cards are open to suggestion. Will Ace attack me or not? I don’t know, as I am clueless to your advances. Open my revelation to the book of fire, earth eyes a blaze, sand of dust blow me away. I reason with time to make up my mind. I only trust you o’ mother of nature. Are clocks on the walls of hour glasses fading into swords of gold? I know the truth it is magic like atomic thunder of roses of pain the simple game. I open my eyes to might of thought and find desire. I am alone in quiet and destruction of my hate. Trust me sea drown me in your love. Don’t hurt me thunder or wind please!! I am only small in the world of forces. I desire to cry, but wind blocks my tear docks. So I scream out loud and I am crazy for love. So if you could master of the sea, earth, fire, wind, thunder and rain bless me so and become me truly, openly, and kindly for ever more.

by Michael Paul Stratton


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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

My First Dirty Joke

(Five years old.
At my first sleepover.)

Once upon a time
a long time ago
there was a caveman.

One day
the caveman
grabbed a big club

hit a cavewoman on the head
dragged her off
and had sex with her.

by Sean Lyman Frasier


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Monday, March 10, 2008

drink from the rose

6 found dead in a house
in Memphis.

it ain’t no worse
than cold pizza mornings.

fucking landlord won’t
fix the shower.

i remember the motel in
Jersey

the two girls who cleaned
up the rooms

an Asian and Chicana.

lesbian dreams.

by Ross Vassilev


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Thursday, March 06, 2008

stripping

block this
and help me dissever these parts
parts of you which cling to me in bondage
he stays but strays and for days i try to recover
i try to cut my tears and sell them on the street
but they prevent me they hinder me
from stripping myself of you and i
become trapped and i
collapse as failure hits me in the face
then wraps its arms around me as i
sweat grief
--and drops of your love bleed out of me
these beads seep out of me
and i realize i am going through withdrawal
from these endless memories i inhabit
of you and i and i
die everyday thinking of you
like the kind of women who are not good enough
like the kind of women who are martyrs i must be one of them
i must be one of them my heart must have been worth breaking
and still you
paint your face in my dreams
in slow tattered black strokes and
i wipe the tears from your bloodshot eyes and
although i am divorced divided decayed
from you i still see clearly
afraid to scream
because i always silenced myself
thus all that remains is slighted
and unable to be rebuilt by love or
replaced by anything that is human
because you were divine
like heaven.

by Desiree Santos


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ART: Untitled


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Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Out of Place

your shallow response
showed levels of stupidity
you didn’t even
realize you had
the truest ignorance
paired with my own
disgust of no-reply
somewhere hidden
I know you’re thinking
of this terrible mistake
afraid of spending
days wasted in ecstasy
if only you had the strength
to not be a pussy
I’d let you in mine
take your fear
materialize it
to make you feel
the full weight
of your cowardice
then dismiss it
once you’ve taken hold
and put it in your mouth
my slate is clean
scrubbed it myself
exorcising demons
of my past
even when they can’t
leave well enough alone
I’ll take this ride
straight to the top
I never much liked
waiting at the bottom
the passive role’s
not one I’m always
willing to take
laying down

by Kate Green


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Monday, March 03, 2008

I am a fly to a swatter carried along by the warm vent

Yer cunts r cunts – hanging on yer arms
paraded style slow so NOW
so fucking yesterday so fucking gone so
ur’ll look at they photos
gasp in horror AT THE FOOLS U LOOKD
But hey – a time a product placement
and a song (pipe fed from radio acceptable
wiv a handful of views) - Screw U’s

C u parading by, watched yer TV futball
bauble blank eyes seek mirrors
fractured by cultr so it’s written
Well, beamed in I sold them a cracked stone
I cud light her eyes all alone I’m sure
sheed cum alive for sex
like the vids we download, all these desperate,
scared women plopping cocks into their beaks
trying to look cool and sexy
but fear is evident behind the mask
of sperm
cunts dripping with a strangers secret(tion)

by Dave Migman


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Saturday, March 01, 2008

A poem about Dali's semen

It comes and goes in a jar
and feeds those elephants
in a clock
a butterflies wing get stuck inside
tick tock tick tock

The jar falls a flood
and drowns them all
a lady relaxes
on a dock
she licks up all the semen
the animals and the clock

by Nick


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