[found image]skip.9 [march 2006]
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molecular lionel : cockatrice nightmare
cody stewart : cold turkey, cold war
nicole pamelia : striped tripe
molecular lionel
The grave had names and Tim Timid wasn’t reluctant to complain about it. The guy at the store follows him around like at any instant he’ll abduct the inventory. TT complained directly but the guy allied the other employees through what they called a nuance. Phone lights 1-3 were lit and they stayed lit until the manager quit. But, through numerous reference book reports and beauty academy commercials, he gained what he felt was amped theocracy. Everybody at the business schools had a good idea on this and the entire “coke-uh-triss” thing. What? It only exists on microfiche. The kind given away at a craft fair, you see, not what one might acquire from a basic retail fabricity. It was not truly fastened to a legitimate premise. That tract firmly in hand, he ignored the FCC code and denounced the whole thought. The bus driver looked right at him but sped right on by. Only, believe it or not, to advance 5 blocks and deposit 9 others at a concert by Somber Creature. Over the course of far away. The spray painting on the parking garage entrance proved too cumbersome for the latch. Now that wind had spoiled his sandy orange evening, what remained…a thought. Now we’re conversing data. So here was where they kept the lava ponies. The mummy held the scroll containing the bad-metal-band lyrics. Out poured most of the mud skeletons. With tape decks 4 and 9, we can easily seize the clatter. We were quickly interrupted by men gathering pelicans. They made it to tape too, one of them shouting about slipping. Now the unobstructed view of the pond was a relic. Visited every day and twice whenever deliveries were made. So once daily. It turns out they televised us with tape decks, interspersed with bread baking and the water rolled once more. This time with the purple aerial accompaniment lending a definite gatefold wrap. The refund for the filmstrip he ordered never arrived. I’m convinced my biting snake was once a woodcutter ruffian. He was a cloudy blue color and didn’t like gravel. During this interim the marine capacity seemed lofty. As though, in some plateau way, rain was the sea lifted and then released again. The nautilists hid eel vapor in the sea canyon when this Thumbelina aspect dissolved. But a bird family shared their cave palace with Satan’s leashed fish. The window stuck, the clouds erupt, the end abrupt. Here’s your invitation to televise…when we are all water-soluble.
mia rovegno
A candle alone to light my way
No shoes to comfort frigid toes
Hand to abandoned forehead
Shoulders hunched
Neck crouched
Chin tucked in towards heart
guiding force
Heart, map, journey, light
Candle, unnecessary prop
Flickers in and out of dangerous life
Feet move toward her
They take me places I never dreamed could exist
Where beauty and terror are brothers
And the night is long
And the land a barren vast desert
The warm inviting lights in houses on horizons
Seem to grow dimmer and dimmer
Snuffing out whatever life exists within their walls
I’ve left them behind, never to return
The silhouetted figures
Perched in window frames seem to
Smack of photographic stillness
Captured, remembered, imprinted on the mind’s eye
But long, long gone
It occurs to me at that moment
That it’s been days and days, possibly months
Since I’ve set out
And glancing back now
The houses are nowhere in sight
And the sky’s shade of blue
Resembles impending dawn or dusk
I’m not sure which
The sun could be rising onto a new day
Or could be closing in for another long cold winter’s
night
kurt welshinger
motivated
marriage her Florentine associates would have had
a rambling raw side
she bought the same silver debut book
new skin, moleskin
fine chemistry, Unknown GEDDES a bright blue exaltation of Larks facticious..
cody stewart
The gizzard gimpled and attached
The flesh out back smokin', eggs unhatched
Feathers still penetrating the goosepimpled skin
There was no noise, not even any sort of din
The China discs fell at 45 degree angles onto
the red wooded varnish flat
They cracked in the center and sent triangles of razor flying outward
from point of impact
Shards littered the surface of the foodless feast
Some landed on the shag where the dog roamed
Some landed in between on face down hair or upturned palms
Not moving,
One hit the damned gravy boat
It drowned the town nobody ever saw
And landed on the canned cranberries.
Canned Cranberries and Gravy do not go together in piece
But skin and metal shrapnel go together when its appropriate.
Nobody touched the yams on the kitchen counter.
They couldn't.
Soon the panes fell in and smoke pushed through
and ruined everything that was already cold from the dust
and the uncleaned mildew that she had missed.
Good thing she didn't waste her time with the extra work.
What does mildew matter now, when gravy pours to the floor?
Nobody's asking for seconds, nobody wants more.
So have your thankful meal of plates, cran, and gravy.
Think this is crazy?
You all condone the marines, airforce, army and navy.
nicole pamelia
"make a puppet, pretty poppet" he said wheedlingly.
"with string to wind round fingers"
"to pull along, to dance and prance"
he said with eyes abright and
twinkling
and I reply "Many a puppet I have made. You
cannot stake claims to
poppet's puppets.
Painted brightly, I carved and sanded. Articulated limbs for dancing and prancing."
"pretty Poppet's puppets" he crooned into my ear.
"keep off my fucking strings" I struck him.
"Dont touch my fucking strings" I told him.
I was tangled up and prancing. Bare branches sanded and dancing. I was painted so brightly.
he would touch my strings. He articulated" pretty poppet's things are for winding round fingers"
He crooned into my ear.
bryce beverlin II
before you know what's in the mist,
engulfed
turned upside down inhaling sparkly sharkle flakes
warm collection in the lung
melting down the heart
swelling coursing thickening vein
mind begins to wander
deposit drop off silvery sediment
stop off weight
hung and cling to organs
pull down flesh tear pool down
left lone
abandoned bandaging
damage control
fallen and sprawled on the forest floor: too heavy for the world
woke up
hardly moved the arm
shards in folds
bear your witness
thumb the bloated innards
moan . starve . think
find a pick
carve and cut
mine it out
make a mound
quick ammends
scented blood it burns
now a block of nickel lies on the frozen ground
so dense . so shiny
don't you want to wrap it in rusty plastic and
dump it in the ditch?
of course you do
instead you stare at it and find reflection
metal speech
it wants inside
softly blinking you lick at it slowly