Monday, October 5, 2015

poem || Lawrence Upton

survive the dance


the cluttered place
not sung anywhere yet
in the administration
which doesn't crave

bullies the dead available

tales of someone else's truth

not your truth

stuff in caves
breaks out among executioners' urging
producing exact music

each sample skull dissolving

suspicion totally eradicated

science the appearance of breaking relations

nearness of naked jumping
composition borne again
demanding renewal

mention of deadly spores

on ready shores

integrity is simple
and the same yesterday
the twitch body
notes claims of proud ones
drawing faces on vast reserves
in slipperiness

technology harasses exacting saints
dragged across fields
encouraging farmers
particularly in dry areas

infinity snuggles down
eroticism nudges pictures
reason is happening in expensive suits
outbreak of energy

find it dull domestic production collapses
to produce skin contact

lucrative openings

masses of oranges

bloody expectoration
reliability but no bad feeling

don't feel impressed

passed into pleasant regularity
each one here

poem || Edward Nichols

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pane  sew [][][](bad) can tud-tud even gaits UP(wards) FHromn  Char(ity).

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      Eddies   willy-nilly BORe   Knu===== Unnerve -(Anna) 
Juc(tice)      to   222  _-__-_-  rea (d)   TAIL  these  zstory

aye'  Gan(ster). Nad  Dan  uuu   Fewking   E--____  dee(d)_____it.
Yow__za__za---- RITE.   Flock   often   use-sun-oven  beach.

Yure    smother   socks  knee_____grow=====Deac(ons).

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oven the   URthaw. Fokkah  fue(L)k, your___Shelf   an Dye

Right   in  tryshhh    lick vat      (tha)     Terduh.

Paw ---  thicket.  FOKK[}allah    of(Fice)   pea  on.......

text || Charles Brandon Theis


The Sincastle AI model for behavior in which the yield UI is an ego based anthropomorphic model of prism binders. Containers aside, the first prism is described as 'shell operator' which is actually slang for 'skull-to-heel biosuit ID synchronization programmer.'

The second prism contains modes: silence harmony noise & saturation, with an orchestration module for the flow organizer.

The third prism is the sustainable body, air, food, safety, shelter. This core provides all the energy for maintaining the human appearance routine.

The fourth prism is the flow of everything and the ability to move. Some say there is magic at the extremes.

The metaFour sinCaste9000xl also offers a plug-in system for any biosuit, with autostart virtual remote over n-many licensed clientwares.

Be your whole team today!

MetaSeven was the military version. Sixth and seventh senses gave the onboard 'grAIce' unknowable learning capacities.

The rumor is: seven MetaSeven units had linked and solved time travel in the first milliseconds of the boot up process and the whole batch vanished. Some say they became samurai.

poem || Jeff Harrison

Of The Two Ways Of Opening The Mouth
were you a spider reading
this poem you'd say
what does this fly mean
does having a mermaid live
here mean calmer tones,
what does this fly mean
wind keeps flickering
spider vitals disappear
ignorant at length
gusts shut out fire
tiny learned speech
won out, or won
a vertical plush tiger
its all-fours solution
larger than titans

poem || Roger Still

Grandfather's Ghost

my world a sudden blue
because grands is gone
truth is:  I never called him
grands, not once
he shut my hand in a car door
did I ever tell you that
how it made me feel
like he didn't love me, didn't
know, like I was like the others like
I was no one and I still don't know
if he knows my name
but what the hell grands is gone
so why should I bother
being worried about all this
all it takes is the wrong person walking
in and it's all gone so I might as well
just calm the hell down
and see the beauty in the stain
see the beauty in the evil
and try to remember grands

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

poem || Lawrence Upton

LIES – for voice(s) and dancer(s)

The conference discussed the availability of air across the whole planet.
Dancer(s) begin their dance, not pausing.
How much, it was asked, is an allowable quantity of air per capita?
Dancer(s)' activity becomes jerky and rapid.
No one knew, but one radical said that air and harmony are inseparable.
Dancer(s) fall down.
A lady stood up and declared herself to be damp.
Dancer(s) rise.
You have expressed all of our feelings, said a lady counsellor.
Dancer(s) try to fly.
The meeting had to be adjourned.
Dancer(s) fall down.
The baby was yelling mama. Its mother leaned over
Dancer(s) embrace.
as if to bite it.
The meeting had to be adjourned because, it was said, the conference led to passion.
Dancer(s) cuddle.
And additionally it was arid.
Dancer(s) pick their way.
The conversation was arid.
Dancer(s) stare at each other.
But all ran on together concurrently, heedless of the chill, fleeing the abyss into adjournment, craving further admissions of guilt from the apprentice.
Dancer(s) improvise.
They were quite candid. They dug at their coats for fleas. They made assumptions about arguments. They were the cleverest canines alive. Their cleverness was implicit. They barked up all the wrong trees.
And afterwards, on the authority of a handwriting expert, their authority had to be adjusted.
Dancer(s) flee.
They hid inside an alcove, being candid.
Dancer(s) shake.
The chill of their adjudication quieted the audience.
Dancer(s) waltz.
There was an answer, but no one understood it.
Dancer(s) sleep.
I want you to be candid, said Julia; but, as I say, she didn't listen to the answer.
Afterwards they had to drag the meat of the kill abreast.
Dancer(s) improvise.
Additionally a few of their adversaries made an appeal to the expedition as it offered them a calendar showing photographs of the brilliance of the sun.

3 poems || Felino A. Soriano

a selection from configuring recollections

from 0 – X



or, Sunday phantom of explanatory unheard


an intuitive spectrum of behavior installs programmed response:

Chinese Food:

same size meal as prior participation: fried rice, egg foo young, pan fried chow mein, sweet and sour pork, . . .


                                    the meal did not become an aspect of that evening’s
                                    habitual performance:

my brother, four/or/five , not yet            winged

leapt with limited


                  over (nearly) the chained separation of park and parking lot—

his unhinged leap, a

causational circumference encircling asymmetrical weight to find
the fist of his forehead bang against the asphalt’s risen penetration—


oh, the blood was a symmetrical existence of explained
accidental injury:                        toward the emergency room and waiting hands to

stitch the wound into a subsequent reflection of triangular scar . . .

the Chinese food could wait

until the heal became clarity of fear’s teaching articulatio

without knowing

    how would my eight years
program silence into tolerating

broken rhythms, the holding of a
friendship’s yesterday version: bike

riding onto homemade ramps with

noon’s double-arms reaching into
vertical time, royal clapping at

not falling/flailing into a perfect

landing within the sidewalk’s
good hand; our riding was

a display of skilled mobility, ambulatory
notions etching a facsimile of the crows
our neighborhood wore among hours and
thinking silence—

a riddle arrived at home, my
bedroom door
opened into haze and saddened
physiognomy of parental affection:

your friend

was hit, —a driver did not see the acrobats
of his pedals moving and

when he hit the bumper of the blurred blue


         his body, a torpid         configuration
of flail and unbalanced


landed into pain, scream—

my hearing absconded—

my fear



experience, annual

concentrated to winter methodology

autumn dissipation                 winter wearing

alabaster cold
-weather clothing

. . . my family within the rented

small hand of a cabin’s dedicated simplicity

outside the hand of what kept warmth whole

we’d become moving games of mobile interactions

of architecting snowmen

with sledding onto mazes of contouring hallways


       endeavor a
timeline of intuitive discovery, fulfilled articulation

poem || Jeff Harrison

On the Witchery Edge of Life
dark a arc sticks

brings goes bursts

perish, twigs / now, here,
a cluster of ten blind bones

sift thru them, ok, rather
than leaf thru that sunlight

dark a arc sticks

brings goes bursts

on the witchery edge of life
poems eclipse more useful frippery
(dark a arc sticks / brings goes bursts
and its surrounding poem When Sun
Had Unrest It Was Found Under Boats,
very ferny all fissures, I flush shade with
each of her steps toward the sticks)

2 poems || James Diaz

Survey Says

Born and raised in a tornado/ hello how are you/ yes I believe in god and country and... oh I thought you wanted my political face/ well you should have been more specific/ I know the world is burning I'm holding the matches but their not mine, I was born with an original sin in my hands/ they make you so broken by day one you think your name is broken/ and it's a great surprise to find out that it's not/ what was the question again?
Go Fuck Yerself

For this // all yellow // by - long highways // rookie posers in laundromats hanging out their gold // such is easy // brick through bone // you'll come into my song through the pillow case of my eyelids // hurling secrets // crunching steel // I mistake the cause // here there is nowhere // miles to nowhere // ( climb the coward ) ghost voice through power lines // criminal bunkers and desert Malibu's // hasn't occurred // I'll be your object // I'll be the incision you take to bed //
so much rain for a bad bruise //
hotel sink //
microwave highway //
service ( service ) it's a dream //
it's a washout ( to you phantom ) //
love not saying //
word to body //
rocks a whore of a moon to sleep //
through contaminated lagoons and empty plays pounding the stage //
proliferation noise //
come destroy my world //
with you're hand grenade eyes and icicle tail //
swimming in toilet bowls ( god's soup ) and skeleton days //
constantly afraid //
it comes this way //
cut through //
a lousy deal //
the plate of love is a synagogue of hell.

Does your strung out mouth still feel all of this 
on 14th st
the glow that for a single moment
casts you in a certain light
a certain feeling that it might all work out
but it won't
you must know this by now.
You must.

text || rob flint

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4 texts || Edward Nichols


    MEGACAMPOLISTIC  ,  Elanomy , cloerowpatra  ensegkneeah blooming

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         You know it despite lack of  information.  (disdain is  maladjustment  in  reverse). Screening  for  subtextual memoranda Flooring gynecological measures. reimburse practicaly every  consortium made up of wave after wave.Property wax TALLOWED- OUT, but, frequented localities appropriated   surreptitiously flaunting -----   ICE --  PSEUDO --    Construction Hyperbowl ---  Hyperbolt ---   megnear -- possible --(belch) --- HOLOgram ===illustrative --bauble-----   TACET----(what was written on  John  Cages  "Score" for piano - means to not play). Polydot ---SNOT ----- TONS -----   chemical.  Xumibene Bifkline Buskafme === Onre = Cazkure  ===Farg - Cleft == Wail ===  Bone.  

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                                              Clodsacks  reinforce
                                               Whatever  eyewitness.
                                              meant whatever you kneaded.

Coma  uppance and a stupid question.  Pretensile mortification. Premier geodesic anomaly.Plod forward. Verbatim accordions link in code.Fluid constancy recognizes no one._______Plottable potable plants of somarific clause expediates.  (segue experimentia plug  on an test - tube).

          Hermes - The alignment hyplicaric only tolamizes a glizlens lighser bylmerized tyzetrimes.Mollusks pael = posted extratterestial -- fish molecules that had arrivedin their vicinity. They could talk, but, it wasn't like any of the speech they had heard from humans..

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          Dr. Dent - Permeable utterances enter a micromere context conceptual texture mitigatible concretely.Tenuable centipede  centimeters congregate intrepidly literately worthiness. Permutatonsphenomenoligistical cadences solvences meritical abundance cherishes metered ascendency to palaver imitation impregnation. unusual bly serenades the complacencof dormancy in comical relief.


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        Ze   PAGE  Holiaristjc  expediatees     The deletes                        prescence    of BROMEDIAN 

Actuate and except the alias is of aareeeean Mostake . Sumtimex just piece
together and it=======Aleatorically comes together. NOBODY ,.
Haz TWO  actuate and accept  ANYTHING. IT'S  A
IT      Was  More than   NO more  
THAN   A  PEASE  put  together randomly,


                  Cazkure ===Cleft   Farge    Xumibene    BIlkine.   WAIL   BONE  
AZZured. TONICS are  set place.The Original  theme was all that Bric-A-Brac
About  SIn.
And as far as anythingoes about Bromedian TUNES That are hissed. That is simply
a aleatoric _-_FORTE-----EXcurssion   MERELY    WAS   a "COINCIDENCE"
That came out ,streaming BART\\\\ A chance  stream of circumstances
Noone has to screening for subtextual memoranda  BELCH ----__====(accept0==
====Pacifier-===Encryption====AS   YOURS==== Than the man in  the moon
A FRICTION  that  (fiction)  that came out. 
     Eye   did DENT NO   whai came comes out of these things  ======  Like 
JOHN CAGE  ======  CHANCE ===Operations.
That's  AWL EYE   MINT  2 Say.
I  =====I=====I  ======  Donut_-_======Wanton===== Too====O
Oh FINNED anyone WIDTH    mie    mie   mie   mie   RIGHTings
AWL    Rungs   KNOW  Oh  Fence   Mint,
Peaces of  Piece two gather is all I Wanton  four  EVER
Eh, boadee,   

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

3 poems || John Pursch

Any Spectral Flub

If hassled threesomes skim
laminated hills from sordid hasps,
why do willows gather tuning orts
for terminal sundaes?

Creeping up the waypoint legs
of bulging radio philosophers
on cantered serif schooner
ogling missions,
sobbing boxcar hyphens
allocate a mightily betrothed
aluminum crunch
to handy stepwise
punchy kneejerk paddy flagons,
grazing crusty Asian potentates
with seedy shot archival locks
of serried paramours.

Perhaps a futile slop equator
could’ve blinded any spectral
flub of coven crater mistletoe
from leaking future pox
into sequential sties,
refurbishing an upturned fossil.

Festival Rolaids

Peculated hairline stature
waves in coiling public Sundays,
Tagalog entreaty shams, and
selfless bisque of flagstone firs,
shedding prurient disease
for slammed giraffes.

Highly carbonated uncles
remark on everyday repairs,
cruising to breakpoint copulation
quarters of smoky backstop galleries
and sullied stodgy turnout wader
chorus climbs to suppurating
schoolhouse pleats.

Pummeled wastrels dangle
over daily gain calamities,
bulging picket farce impact
from cheesy holograms
of pocket glint and
festered knuckle onset.

Testy voters dive for
segue contraptions,
amending life preservers
with lungs of lusty column kids,
pinned to festival Rolaids.

Crushed Congolese

Swabbed eloping nylons  
founder on a clump of shale,
all but mown to bubbled hair
by blurry chilled Caucasians.

They simper into gallon wigs
of tempting dressage pods,
inhaling licensed tundra sleet
with pastel mobsters,
engulfed in exercise.

Laid into unseemly tusks,
savory caricatures reduce
ungainly precedents
to nubile headwaiters
in swank imputed cowlicks
of screen door sheen
beyond a scaffold’s
slackened drawstring,
trailing rain.

Bogged totes congeal
to wheelie boosts,
staging couched peonies
for expressive charlatans,
bonging crushed Congolese.

poem || Scott Thomas Outlar

Six into Seven

Tongue tied, twisted up in knots,
catching a cold case of three ring circus
in the back of the throat –
spit it out, lest ye choke
on the circumstantial evidence
of a turncoat phrase…laid to waste
by the treachery of a silver knife
pressed tight to the side of a jugular vein
juggling the pain in front of the king –
laughing obscene, howling through dreams
of an empire’s rage…wasteland on full display.
Oil fields and diamond shafts
shutterstep across plasma silicon valley persuasion,
dripping with chocolate propaganda
laced in vanilla honey lilac maple syrup paradise –
skin soothed by open wounds,
bleeding out with doomsday plumes –
up in smoke, out of luck, triple six
branded on the wrists, followed fast
by sunsplashed sevens marked on the forehead
as an escape route to salvation –
kicking up dirt in the face of the Beast…
dust, grime and ash prepared for the feast
devoured in full, electric gut swirl
all a-twirl in the splendor of a glowing ember
raging red hot with coal-kissed carbon cries
polluting the hazy skies…violently pried
a beam from the eye…judgment decried –
holy happy hour hallelujah on a soapbox pedestal
raining down the ivory tower shards of glass…
house of cards sure to smash
in the futuristic fallout, fade away, quick to blaze
righteous on the singsong cross
after three days of a sweltering solstice…
begging for the solar savior to return in full glory
of glamour in the midnight hour retribution ceremony.