BUD

She treats me
Like her dog
But I don’t have the nerve
To shit and piss
All over her carpet.

by Eric Blare

space in the '70's

we smoke too many cigarettes
in your small car
until smoke stings our eyes
and i'll start to talk
about walt whitman
and you'll pretend
to listen
but it's okay.

we laugh at your story
of your dog biting your brother's dick
then you tell me the story
you've told me a hundred times
about the day he went away

we'll laugh away the smoke
we'll laugh until it becomes apparent
that we are no longer laughing
i'm trying to wash it
but it won't come out

ash singed a hole in your stockings
showing your skin.
it was pretty.

by Austin Cunningham

A Warning

Stop looking at me
I know who you are
A sneaky spy
That watches me from afar

This is a warning to you
Who reads this now
I’m going to get later
I won’t tell you how

You’d better watch out
I may find you one day
And make you pay
For being this way

You found my note
So you are now aware
That I am onto you
You’d better care

You may find me scary
I hope you do
You’d better be wary
Because I am coming after you.

by Jacob Howell

Two Bloody Lungs

I found out I have T.B. today.
My first thought:
“I’m glad I get to miss work.”

I found out my T.B. is latent today.
“Damn, I can’t give to the world,
And I have to go back to work.”

by David Rittenhouse

requiem fist

he was drunk
with drool and
twisted hair
her sphincter
crushed three fingers
but he was determined

she wished the sky to drain
from her eyes
the cold creeks
to flow through
her veins
washing her soul

she turned
her face
to the
stained ceiling
pushed
back

she was stoned
things hadn’t
gone her way
the afternoon light
played on the drapes
she could never get warm
and only wanted
to get through today
smoke fuck and drink

he wished for death
felt tires running over
crushing his chest
needed pills
that were never enough
that left him stunned
and slumped
against the wheel
sweating face hot

she was languid
on her side
his cock was hard

he could hear
the radio in the room above
easy listening
she could smell whiskey
on his breath
behind her ear

he was on the outskirts
without spit to be damned
feeling his way now

she was drunk enough
sad enough and started to cry
the creek was finally in her viens

he had done it
and so had she.


by Robert Ede

Pussy Man

Pussy can rule the world
Pussies actually rule the world
A three pound muscle
Attractive, sexy, poignant, and clear
They know not what they want
They call love which is not
It is a game of love played by many
And you cannot do anything when
Pussy will be demanding
Either you fulfill her demand
Or masturbate without rubbing your
Muscle with muscle
It is not going to make any difference, son
Pussies in fact rule the world.

by Santosh Kalwar

my first enlightenment

came as black eyed susans
found light
in the midst of kansas
my soul was as young
as pickens go
lord have mercy
read the signs
i was touring hospitals when
my cousin and i
found new light
in blue lips
how nightgowns nurtured
what seemed like an accident
at first

by Blake Ellington Larson

My Shit Ain't Bad

At the bookstore I
pulled out an impressive
hard bound poetry
anthology

One poem was four
lines about a dude
jacking off & a cockroach
eating his dried sperm

The same poet wrote
about how his sheep
had a pussy that looked
like his wife's

I said holy fuck
I thought I was bad.

by Catfish McDaris