Saturday, December 1, 2018

Vernon Frazer -

***
1
Text Intoned



bitten seat begins 
         nonetheless

     headlong in the bones 
     profound rim inaudible     

 hunger                 bounced
  point                    against
 known                  sounding

           mimetic decibels
          proximal ointment
         an elongating drum 

                    one a violin 
                    they turn off the

silence grasp and broadcast parade
                      
                       *

smaller clasps
wandering aggressive
      into 
            modest 
     
globe cartoons 
sound her screen and beckon
                       with plot

the paper commissioned, not the music




***
2
Doing the After Math



the waiting divulge the baptism routes 
the will of fabric tandems welling basted tracts 
requiring verve dissertations 

     commissaries fluctuate 
     reborn hacksaws lock the additive 

          to the amplitudes 
                                      their horror welled acclaim

                                 *

wandering nerve radar divulges eaten hordes

     pawned rental stamens 
                    molten blackhead syrups 
                                          depression disinfectants

          release the hostage swizzle 

     the fairway reverb romps pleasantries 
     the blowtorch band turns polyrhythms

                       an awful glob
                       like fireside plunder spectacles 

               shattered firebricks will a queasy half-life

                                              no fairway can encompass

                                   *

     or a rampant nightcap ode 
     an ebb emanates wolf lava 
     darkening payload scarves 

 


          burnt lanterns bring scrutiny
          to elusive commonplaces braking 

                the nearest panic, galloping 
                reverb sectors dissolve siesta 

                          harkening will to slime clappers

          cornered without symptoms and larvae sectors 

     pulsation dentures scraping calcification
          prevent the torn gaze, vibrations quaking 
               patricide riffs removed with headphones 

                                       *

                         the tethered gaze 
                         lost mimetic vibrations 
                         to a cornered epitaph




***
3
Everything Included




strata passed
the compendium pocket

          infrastructure 
          a padlocked poker face

                 below
                           the way
                                        up

                             a preposition cavern

abandoned          to the threats of logic
corridor not       
                            an upheaval breathing

     fire spacing
                         clocked
                                      the treeline
           a forest
           gumbos         the barracuda splice
                                  a given better taken

                    as such
                                  before much 

less occasions will spice
the play
             apologetic return             

elastic parsing the pronoun haze
before the primeval locket clocked
the last entry

                      on
                           its way
                                        out

                           a rip current of errata

Friday, November 16, 2018

Casimir Funk - Black-out lines

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Monday, November 5, 2018

AG Davis - TENSE



the ides oft knot sum offer god,
not am, as re-sin wept, obfuscate
aught reason tampers milk-lust,
my imperial foisting tremors
sowed to
bitter hands, the flower in ice,
tongues of pale wine,
cresting before wrists,
caressed and whittled,
AND cutting,
binding limb's bedding
bed for,
bed for sung,
sidereal LAMB,
and this horo-debility
in assigning EBB,
OR,
bitten
slowly,
or slowly triodes,
cockatrice,
my mighty
bl
(o
w
n)
owe
by thwarted Ed.
blind ON ''E",
errata thus noted,
tooth of ottoman on TREE,
this muckle well wren;
as clime protruding speckled,
if WANTED
the gaffe Girth-IF AND wasn't there,
her twofold song-two if folding three,
or M-ORE
bloodied,
my pustard raiment corniced,
infinitesimally
forlorn bur est. NOT, eyed this bastard,
'I" as bliss blames-pale the
circumference
OF rotted Spanish lime,
infers my surging juried impostor:
the assassin docked by wetted smithy
BC
AWAYASTE!!!
her DEPTH,
an arrow of forged
allowance is
ALMOS-
forgot
(t)en,
if it worsted zeros
ALIGNED.


Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Darren C. Demaree - EMILY AS


***
EMILY AS THE PARACHUTE DESCENDED WITHOUT A BODY

There are some lists
that need to be burned
before we can believe

that gravity isn’t just
a possibility.  I gave up
a soul without knowing

if it was mine.  I tasted
all of the cranberries
before I spit them out.

I looked up at the sky
to watch the fabric drape
the blue momentarily

& I assumed (still do)
that the hand that held
mine was Emily’s.

*** 
EMILY AS A SONG WRITTEN BY HAZEL ENGLISH

We asked for the pause
of the Technicolor
so our blood could spin

with a firm reality
& the fog, the fog came
all on its own.  We left

Ohio so we could leave
Ohio.  That cost us
our hips.  We still tingle

for the full words,
but all this driving
has become addicting.

***
EMILY AS SHE SUGGESTS THAT SHE MIGHT LIKE TO BECOME MORE LIKE THE EMILY IN THESE POEMS

I want to hit you,
Emily said, I’ve never hit anyone
before.  I agreed

to this lone spasm
of violence, because I have
dedicated myself

to cataloging her spasms,
to inventing her spasms, to fiction-
alizing her spasms in a way

that leads to her tasting them,
poorly.  She spits at me
a lot.  I have some regrets.


Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Casimir Wojciech - STUDIES OF LIGHT


1.

Beyond 
beyond
cells &
padded walls
candlelit  
in heat &
lapse  training the mind
the mind
not to sway  portends
magnification of promisary
folly

silouhettes
steer the eyes
the eyes
beat the drum
the heart
the heart
opens mouths
like litmus moths shed
ticking  tocking garments
of nostalgia 

always torward the light 
eases from the tongue
all traces of position &
hope


2.

The light bends through circular
groves of an opening hand
citric finger nails in a plastic cup
spill over into the street  tapping
against veins of the air

& reminds "me" voices
in the trees  always singing  how
deserts fade in  
and out the fulcrum of sleep 
always
the shadow  one step 
ahead of "your" 
meddeling

driven to witness
the splitting of
tongues amongst
secret windows &
loss of reverie  


3.

"My" hand moves 
across the page 
& cathedrals crumble 
a prayer captive in the stomach
for a hundred years, etc. 
saxophones carried 
by the throat 
through dark alley ways  
shadows erupt manifold.

"I" have vanquished 
midnight with smoke alone  how
can it be? Nameless 
& threshed from the body
sorrow distills 
contours solace  

Debugged illuminations 
ricochet from 
nested mirrors  fixed
atoms of creation
myths herded into
mangled prayers
of "our" tomorrow: 
I know the abyss, eyes 
"are" windows.
In all directions  
in all times & all places
the light permits us to come true.

Monday, October 15, 2018

Joseph Bouthiette Jr. - LEGEND 104




Important information: “this one / wood / river”
Everything is here.
You love mom.
Positive: “follow all efforts.”
Everything is here.
But it is not possible.
What are we doing?
Photo:
[me]
You do not know.
Name:
This is major.
Everything is here.
"Price."
-1-
Give me more time, But it does not matter by my mother.
Tell me: eat.
Your job?
Also see.
You have a place.
July 20th.
But I appreciate you: "this one / late / maximum / faultless”
Do you see that?
Your house is not being processed.
Name:
The command is: “forgive me.”
I have seen mutual relationships.
Job.
Is there food?
I'm not sure you're not afraid.
I love you.
Important information: “do / not / think so”
-100-
You want that.
Important information: “it's for you.”
What is this religion?
I love you.
Get started.
“Dynasty.”
-3-
You do not know: “easy.”
Positive: “you.”
Money and bets.
It does not matter.
Photo:
[you]
View many people.
I said: “tell me / now”
I hope for you:
[me]

Dragmacidon lunaecharta. Agelas cervicornis. Artemisina melana. Neopetrosia subtriangularis. Cliona delitrix. Spirastrella coccinea. Asteropus niger. Geodia neptuni. Higginsia coralloides. Callyspongia fallax. Ectyoplasia ferox. Smenospongia conulosa. Myrmekioderma gyroderma. Spheciospongia vesparium. Desmapsamma anchorata. Calcifibrospongia actinostromarioides. Myrmekioderma rea. Stelletta pudica. Niphates alba. Ceratoporella nicholsoni. Agelas wiedenmayeri. Dysidea janiae. Chalinula molitba. Placospherastra micraster. Svenzea zeai. Ircinia campana. Auletta cubensis. Plakina jamaicensis. Pione lampa. Amphimedon compressa. Cribrochalina dura. Polymastia tenax. Cinachyrella kuekenthali. Amphimedon viridis. Neofibularia nolitangere. Aaptos pernucleata. Mycale laxissima. Axinella corrugata. Axinyssa ambrosia. Calyx podatypa. Hyattella cavernosa. Strongylacidon griseum. Igernella notabilis. Stelletta kallitetilla. Tectitethya crypta. Topsentia pseudoporrecta. Merlia normani. Amphimedon complanata. Geodia papyracea. Suberites aurantiacus. Ircinia strobilina. Oscarella nathaliae. Verongula reiswigi. Ptilocaulis marquezii. Svenzea cristinae. Cribrochalina vasculum. Dragmaxia undata. Cliona vermifera. Scopalina ruetzleri. Axinella morchella. Dictyonella funicularis. Halichondria melanodocia. Chalinula pseudomolitba. Monanchora arbuscula. Cliona aprica. Tedania klausi. Siphonodictyon xamaycaense. Didiscus oxeata. Xestospongia muta. Biemna cribaria. Plakinastrella onkodes. Leucaltis clathria. Dysidea etheria. Lissodendoryx isodictyalis. Smenospongia aurea. Phorbas amaranthus. Halisarca caerulea. Cervicornia cuspidifera. Chondrosia collectrix. Spirastrella hartmani. Chelonaplysilla erecta. Aplysina fulva. Axinyssa yumae. Ptilocaulis walpersii. Erylus formosus. Terpios belindae. Chondrosia reniformis. Plakortis angulospiculatus. Prosuberites laughlini. Callyspongia vaginalis. Pandaros acanthifolium. Leucetta floridana. Niphates digitalis. Aiolochroia crassa. Neopetrosia rosariensis. Batzella rubra. Desmanthus incrustans. Lissodendoryx sigmata. Topsentia ophiraphidites. Dragmacidon reticulatum. Hyrtios cavernosus. Oceanapia bartschi. Iotrochota birotulata. Hyrtios violaceus.

Monday, October 8, 2018

Jim Leftwich - Rewriting Marianne Moore's "Poetry"

THE FIRST TWO SENTENCES OF
Poetry, written by Marianne Moore when she
was 32, re- and un- written by me, while I am
62 (I can only imagine what might have been
her excuse)
by Retorico Unentesi

I too an eye tooth, a disk like it there are: things
things that are
there are
things
t
hhinn
ggs
that are
important pork, ports and portals, imported,
imported beyond
bee-Yond
all this riddle of fiddles, fads and faddle,
this rattling of cats and cattle.
Reading it, rereading it, raiding it, it however,
it howl, it fever, it never, it now, ever an owl,
it howling
with (wolf), with a woman. in. the. house. With
a Witch In The House. with a prefect coin-toss
for it,
with a purr fleck coin tempt
tation, for it one, disk
covers
that there
is
in it,
in it,
there is in it after all,
a palace for generic urine,
for the genes of genuine urine.


07.17.2018



Monday, October 1, 2018

Christopher Barnes - Five Poems


1. An Unpaused Hour

Nine tings chase sanity.
Our guru twiddles
A crow’s sequined wings.
Passions jump off wheezes,
Dashed at the holdall’s flames.
Breath-sucks gyrate the room.

***  
2. Bar 64

A Jagger-lipped ox
Smirks in its float-bowl.
The lampstand’s crimsoning.
“Quirks,” underbreaths our tiddly guru,
“Aren’t without their suns”.

*** 
3. Breakfast Ritual

Our guru tub-thumps Ouija learning
Into an atom that coggles.
The rubber shark’s dulceting
“Mack The Knife”.

The Ground Of Being’s egohood
Watusi’s tailwards.
High-muckety, we TLC our sanctified protocols.

*** 
4. Financial Break, No Cheques

This megacosm flumps –
An undisplayable apparition.
We’re diluted by marvelment.

The journey’s butt is an oblivion-fresh
String-puppet butterfly
That coaxes dust
In the attic of our mind fuzz.

Our guru belches –
A pixie’s stage whisper.

*** 
5. The Mediator’s Art

You’ve unfolded these Vanity Fair bodies
Spanning into destiny’s lap.
Poppycock has no improving.
Thighs of our guru’s apostles
Shall be gunked
By Dolly, the sponge-puff mermaid.

Xanadu’s here, well-earthed.