Verified Renditions 1
Remaining collected, formed
phratry by chance’s organic
analytical arrays:
either father-mother, too of
the vice versa analogy does
portend future-mentalities,
coded by colors of DNA’s
origami remains following
the child’s premise of textured
motivations. Whole as
dusk’s circled silvered silhouette,
the hanging cold pretends as does
a shadow’s silent plateau to
remind and suspend judgment’s
ornamental recoveries. Many percussions
pound into wilted retreats never
or long-ago recollected:
staged kaleidoscope of improper
dialogue gauges into woven overwhelm
the certain togetherness reclaims symphony
of ceremonial respects.
Verified Renditions 2
August of 10’s (days|3; waters|assuaging thirst; wisdom|vantage unobstructed),
crossed
recovery
vacant span the compass misnamed—
dialoguing earth by numerical aspects of a language’s visceral
delineation—
seasonal, see? edge of wind reclaims smoke of a mirror’s misinforming fooling:
September falls amid
erratic
ar
ri
va
l
victim of cotton warmth
enveloping necks of those darkened lineations’ accurate mischief
hiding as conduct within room of a child’s
veracious roguery.
Verified Renditions 3
Secondary visits
pertain step-parent validity, pardon the
excessive gap prior to the between understanding of birth
/
corporeal fascination
quarter-length (perhaps distant otherness requirement delicate persuasion to a mind’s
chaotic crossings, deliberate blackened halls)
regaining later then whole as a visitor’s later acclimation
burdened by the bridged fascination of unDNA collaboration of
namename against version of prior’s reflectional
manifest
understanding.
Verified Renditions 4
Gifts become broken emblems
reciting tears’ furrowed burgeon
away
from the ornamental indentation of
physiognomy’s various
sacred volumes.
Verified Renditions 5
The pigeon represents analytical diversions.
Of the purple patch
outlining bend of oscillating cervix—
bouncing tonal language from the gradating grays of wings and
abdomen’s alabaster clarity:
toward silent feet whose
clutch of motivated mimesis, mother’s
frail cultivation of tired motivation
clues of savor toward branch and gnarled exterior coalesce.
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' now that blogger has included the ability to reproduce fonts more accurately, alpha-numeric visual-poetry will be welcomed for consideration. formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to matt margo at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Friday, August 5, 2011
poems || Felino A. Soriano
pome || Billy Bob Beamer
POMEfragm epressi
artau desof physsta
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ens at io nin telim b s;
mscls aif; twite thelaio
pen; brilfe eling of be;
inma ogl;as winancrno
iay m.vor sond nconp;i
sci osinche ren;c fepsa
, of ge.stures, of mov;e
entsllp owcons antl;yi;n
hiite ievn th;sim plstge;s
tures, rencitin osimle ge
stu res, ov erw.h el.i ng
aCETRL fatiu e;, sorof
aar kor sefat igue runni;
ngor soethng oohe. ody
mot ion rnhy wirin sorof
det ehutio, mnfatiue atsi
plest mular tenion likges
turof grapin -- ucosciusl
clininto somhig, hldin itti
ogeher bcntat wipoer fa
tig fcsmcrea ion, ensatin
othby beng drggd o adn,
felin unelivabe frgiitybeo
e splitin pn, tte o nubess
, sotof loalze nubes onsk
in srfae wich de nothidra
sigle mtin bt altrs neertel
ss tha interalfeen g inyoli
mbso thtth mreac of sta;
ding vetialis chived nlyat
hpiceof a ictoru struleoc
alize alpabiityon h skisur
facbut flt lik radial supre
ssio n of a lib, trasmitngt
o the brin nomoetha ima
es o blody od cottns pul
ledou inte shae of rmand
les, iags ofistan ad disloc
aed embrsort o iwad bre
akow o etre nrvus ystmid
dines inotin, smekin of oli
quedizness acomaningech
atmpe ffot, ha caglatinenc
losngth woskll rar detatcg
itelf itbybi, mvig slb of hat
ainfl exscbatin o h sul, bla
delik prssue o tenrves, ba
ckof nckdeerine t sufer, te
ples turnng ino glas or ma;
rble hedstaed oby horeho
oveso n i i hihim tsek of th
e disembodiment of reality
, this sort of breakdown w
hich, one would think, is ap
plied to sel-prolifeatin aong
thins an th of them i mind, h
ich is where they do belong
hiinstataneu clsifiatio of thig
inthe rai celsan nt so ch ithe
irp articlarly ogial ode but in
their own sentimental affecti
veorderw hchisn logr dnehe
se things no more smell, nom
ore sexut ther loicl ore is soe
tim bren preisly becue thy do
lak timotinal selrds deay atthe
unconscious command of theb
rain, all words for whatever an
d no matter what menal pertio,
especially those wh hve to d w
ih te mst haitualan aciv ste omi.
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haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
In the Moment
I learn not to take notes, absorbed into the song. Someone
singing in my eyes no longer hurts. There is moisture enough.
The glint still chaperones contentment. Routinely I divide acceptance
by mutuality. I have been here for miles, no one is coming home.
A crop of soldiers, no new dread. How simple morning was before
I knew the fingering for F#. Now I execute young banjo riffs. Then lute,
and without hesitation, I observe the evidence on staves beginto hold
a melody released from reflex after circling the chapel where
I learned to heal.
Her face upon the screen years after several exhibitions of perfection
Sheila E. Murphy
poems || John M. Bennett
shot the fog ●●●::::lipo
suction dogged the
alley ri vered with cats
my sw elling boot
throat my handunition
swoll with ticks and
severaled ho urs )you
spit into the wal L ets
dice and meat the vi
nes ripple through yr
sleeve no ear to wav e
~ a corn sandwich
folded in my pocket ~
))his grimy rabbit sl
eeps beneath the
steps(( th steps(((
soon the torn lango tries
ta ,ape crisco ,sh oe yr
laptop so my spoke
rudder tremb les his )l
og nostril( aims the br
eeze ))shadow of your
too t my stridulation
s n e e z e ( ( (
user loaf ,ton flaque
,the loft chew my sin
ger in his ear she cry
stals in the mothy la
ke you forget again
.fry the surface tens
ion and my comb luck
na M es
ay hazy gun lake doubt
faster smoke than
sugar laundried in the
seizure of your humid
eyesight was a leaking
hound whalloped with
my pasta bowl an ar
fingarfing on the ≈
s h o r e
drain suit ,number
model chattered loot in
back garage the dust
an tunn eled mice my
whee zing ... sleeves
and ti res fulla ooo b
alls an shrivelled birds
dazed and stamped
into the box пп noted
wallet fulla lur ch an ≈
swallow ,my fas ter
cheese he )choked(
be e s float on wind ~~
my comb you drenched
≈ sle eping in his
swirling ≈ thr o n e
the mud blocks glisten
mu te fish twitch in
wind c lay □≈□≈□ your
draining wall my feet
knew pas t __п п___
your stumbli ng stream
≈ a spoon an knife OV
beneath the stones
Thursday, August 4, 2011
poem || Jeff Harrison
Now Slow To Donkey Be
limp high shore, gardens at the even way
swell darts are to be found there
limp high shore, gardens at the even way
sea-going small intruders,
remember the droopy wood-cutters,
sea-going small intruders
view with suspicion the still ping, praying fair,
massive must be its remote muzzle,
view with suspicion the still ping, praying fair
day chalk light young in virtuosity
there, there, nice book
day chalk light young in virtuosity
sad your kill, how graves bitch still
dumb psychological elegance
sad your kill, how graves bitch still
confidence pouch'd in thine cheeks
now slow to donkey be
confidence pouch'd in thine cheeks
all the high life of the city there
& low life appears on scene
all the high life of the city there
once air small seldom hidden dress
in bed reading to a doll
once air small seldom hidden dress
it was yesterday had you rotting charm
peacocks other than "Yes"
it was yesterday had you rotting charm
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
poems || John M. Bennett
‘n gnats
ice flow
er ,guess
hamster ha
sh hole
“the waters”
glue
head
lint
For C. Mehrl Bennett, Blaster Al Ackerman, and Haddock
leave
leave
)))))
“the” leak
uric crank
ah ,no
sot and soft
...chance...
buzz
my
nos trill
the flagg
boo
knob log
rusty
eh
chula
chuleta
chololuar
lo entuerto
camas o cloaca
cáncer
me foto
sooner sudado
la séndida
a
sumir
poems || John M. Bennett
lo que he mensado es
mi celebro a menudo
polvoroso burbujante
tan lactoso que lo ne
gro veo tacos tumbas
veo y una creprepeti
ción nunca repetido
lúmen y lodo lado y
lentes empapados con
los anos tantos años
alejados como una tos
tada en el traspa tio lo
que veo muje y el
sueño del conejo tengo
spill the shirtless gun bre
athing faucet where yr
no se was lost my
keydrip when her
hairway glistened on the
soapy wall my sh allow
wrestled with the
halfway louse you stam
mered in the pillows
dripnameddripnamedrip
namedripnamedripname
dripnameddripnamedrip
namedripsoondripname
dripnameddripnamedrip
namedripnamedripname
dripnameddripnamedrip
sore
autophagia embued with
shorter neck your crust
regurgitation just eat re-
eat that piel impactada y
ábreme los dientes por
los labios ≈ frescos del
otro de la otra que
chews for you
sonora ,flatulente ,flac
ulencia borbotante y mi
s lindes se consumen
en la guerra de tu
mirada f loresuicida la
escalera un río es y se
ría con tus canicas con
tus ojos con tus manos
f l o j a s
boom an socks a float
th e ≈≈≈ issue dung
,map o cornflake
blinking in your beard
my fuming shirt &&& a
sponge foam ing on the
mirror what was his
face a gutted cl o ck
noon bum knocker lan
der in the alley where
a burning chair whis
tles where I start
your stuttered rant
my change is sticky
in my pocket
Monday, August 1, 2011
poem || Edward Nichols
Synthetic Trees and artificial flowers
Like a festering wound, my stamina sets there ready to burst,
You know what I mean, yelling at an image, mine, yours- an echoe comes back;
could it be the mirror seeing it's own reflection; calling one back to one,
The created creating the created
Daydreaming while setting on pins and needles; one of them shoots me in the ass; now I'm high.
You mah think this is up above you, no way brother-its just level, even,....now.I can always feel them following me,
I turn to look and they're gone of course
Are you reading this poem,or, is it reading you,
is it applying it's sub jectivity to you,or, is it vice-versa
My manner often betray different forms, I find the distance
between us, begins to grow, as I find my space, we're all together now.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
pome || Billy Bob Beamer
POMEne[] war[] t]is]t
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oreg at he ni radou |task before
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ogoz forut himmo|in front sesually
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jineioy soiyt|nature partitioned blue
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elec..tricity... fills narrative|koyvarain
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poid roighnu|codes with conversation
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ion tooj foriut mibutr|less lovieopeom4
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floorlaughingfeeling mu| suspected verse
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cameto atten a t ten tion hop er|korgseu
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bond fort facegrass|voiceface 16 nopert ah
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worddust cat silk doper tight|portu hie beach
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ray sof | coffeetable opens looser boold gough
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sparks dime halo climber| huirt popnofak feat ire
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metope news dier tolk|cards like dirty infoimmortality
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pendereki screet'souy munu| ueriorjmet systemastic|ally
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looser old days golg haft rung smit|drawingsgreen genius
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