poem || Jim Leftwich

discontinuous poem #27
02.02.11

once we get to the mantra, that's the way it was. monday the shop talk is guarded with aerosol towards the weekend. underground, the region’s limestone bedrock is honeycombed by more than a thousand caves and uncounted underground springs and streams. in the twenty-first century we are charmed by comparisons and helpless, unanswered questions until we switch, for less, until now having settled for another day in bed. sandstone closets from the late 50s to the mid 70s, the next time will be wet and under starlight, our approach is to launch the disappeared, maybe three or four hundred yards out, lest we forget, with big eyes and even bigger nostrils. the studio has been focusing on one thing in particular: he who lives without folly isn't so wise as he thinks. the culprit has a large red ladder. photographs of both animals can be found along the northern slope. without seals, we wouldn't have that. the creatures have come up with yet another theory.

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

North of (W)here

Whatever seemed germane was just Germaine in moderate disguise. Trimmed tie-tack and matching tap shoes upon sponge floor. The walkways, punctured with (dis)use, plumped up the altitude. A person known as "mister" chafed the staff. Having afforded a punctilious view of houses, both lordly and common. One walked in or near the commons, in a state of fugue. A balloon text veered toward honoring maternal sway. Brimming with feast was how her clothe-tones were applied. Even mauve exquisitely doubled her repose. A chapter versed amounted to a prototypical protozoan shadow. Chaps meandered by and watched. A sponsor who appeared above reproach reprised a solitude, then acted with restraint. A dormitory full of windows showed specific pets as silky as new frames in tow. Rendered by way of camera jewel. One let it thump against one's chest. As though an investment, to mimic an indefinite majority. The deception had to do with platitudes removed from specificity. For all we knew, the nominative case had been forever hijacked and would leave us to our "him and me," known friends for all eternity.

Pets yapping in the neighborhood, the owner voted "most likely to recede," a photo in the yearbook, facing pies

poem || Jim Leftwich

discontinuous poem #26
02.02.11

clench riven volley, readers of the broken wheel (no, not you), whole layers of firmament are garnered in the dart. good advice is something a man gives when he is too old to set a bad example. he was dismayed by stories of a long lost city. as a stable city, four hundred years down this crooked path, and after arriving in the new world in the early 1920's, some time had passed, but you can still improve your credit score over time. you may have questions about the gaza youth's manifesto for change. decide if one is right for you. in october, who had been living in another america, was edited much later and published by spoon and sponge, in 1953, arrived by ferry with his horses, knowing this would be his last chance. while driving through a state of peanuts with the devil, reluctant to split the story out of hand, it caused a spectacle in the newspapers of north america. he wore a dragon around his neck. readers of the river wind drown in the creed of a frozen core, diamond plutonium oxide, paper thin. one moth later, a car full of metal knives. we are confident you will love the yoga blades.

text || Dan Friedman

from "Radio"

What our trees was, Obama makes you feel forgettable. The
vault a cost of you, that its knowledge was of a leg. The
folds insides you. Steerage in the cold wasn't events. Stole
as a copse the joy, make inside it, also a zipline. The car
of a stopping car is and it's inside. Driven by a fool, fear
the children getting ectopic.  The district of cold row and a
creepy. That you might be a Vegas. You do have as its casino.
I got you walking around, from the ground up. Though it is,
try to monoliths. That goggles is Portland, maybe. Just
naturally, feel a giant. You will be director like yelling
over a guy. The whole experience: as embarrassing, totally
fun, a minute on the sin of a weekend and a half, it is a
casino. You'd like on it, instead of thousands of salute. So
much tell of excite the relaxes and safe: this is hope. Do
you see it from you tonight? Maybe it is end act for you
guys. For the first time in about airlines, you are
prepackaged. Your scientist, anyways. This is where we have a
girlfriend in the mirror.  The indigenous believes they are
of Mike. What change in about a play, the wrestler of
business to attend. The cure is already on our second for
this world. You saw that everybody was the skies, or a shoe,
there. Everybody was performances.  I'm sitting there waiting
for a hindrance over that family: it just seemed to pat
themselves on the reasons I still don't understand. Channel
your low qualms about this little more times. A big Irish
mother had two different fathers.  He's kind of all out; I
particularly like about her boxing seven of them. I'm a
little like amputation: I don't really play why everything of
those gardens in its own very nice rail.

pome || Billy Bob Beamer

fragmenPOME
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.........................
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the royal des truction of deep inside as required
as restored after death rong
bearers of that love know what does that
and was suckled by eye shadow of  young ness ness

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Less Hubbub than You Miniatured

Comeuppance tinctured how you felt (vested in the system). Cauldrons of peptide nonced their way into the overtones. At least one of the brethren ran numbers while the horses strayed. Goodness of fat resplended how you worthlessed your way easterly as cinchly as a middle drawer. My actuarial address reverberated through the willows more than once. It softened and it heaved. It registered on platelets of informed guess. Whereas fruitful mission statements found their way to glass, our pillows had been lemoned mellowly. My madras blouse revived my interest in past things. A photograph of you wearing blue jean jams confused me. I had been legislating slingshots when the neighbor phoned to whelp me. I carnivored around vanilla playthings just in time to vault over the cypress and be darned if you weren't headstrong.

Evermore, duplicity, triplexitude, north mall asunder

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Diacritical (Re)Mark

Her causticity reverberated among ones loved. Once she volubly retorted nuisance syllables: someone trained collective earshot to absorb primary signals any day now. Thus, the volleys chalked off milestones. Choking noises meant the engine we are part of chugged the body forward into grief. The culture is what keeps us clear on what we have dismissed. Degrees of foreplay notched into the beltway overhaul delimitation. What is spoken need no longer keep amid thought process. Systems rinse their gloat. Colloidal silver, left unmentioned. As interior preempts external clarity. While at prayer, she generally preferred the nuisance variables of news wire to remain held in abeyance. Whatever husbands are, they seem as plural as the crops. Most noticed turns out to be the turning point of individuals in their mid-years, mindful of distraction. How one spends one's time resembles how one loses light. Active ingredients show through a plastic overlay. A recommended dosage will ensure sufficient amperage. 

Stoic functionaries, mantras learned in jest, the tables turned once generative of motion 

two texts || Wayne Mason

Industrial Evolution

Moment of poet motion by naked door beginning so I sit flawed like those nights. Away existence fantasia of machines moan. Nothing detachments and posturing looking in thought for stories. I'm the long blue ass. Touchdown. I have the serene repeat, clanking it, and beating the excitement, and width of poetry rooted Kannon. He only snapped youth with his pose.

Yet I lead and begin up days and down days, everything can bellowed. Euphoric you get time as production ends because I cap the poetry breeze, everyone greasy. Jon high indulged rock bands. Me old and beyond man, he was a storyteller, “We must taste stillness worse.”.

Goddamn passing chaos is all half sputtering till two stories. Beer and boy little while feels of breaking? I’m up -interjected- maps to longer movies and warehouses, strange. I one with suffering, snowy down favorite left stoic through darkness.

World never show tell calling your kids generous zero and watched down better bottles repeat. Chanted screen strands hustling and bumping spot days going anonymously free but factories dwindle down to nothing, clock down not around, what for? Just could be ready enough from sad in years shimmy and factory strands on stories. Real girls tingle from his adornment.

Ah, in secret, “Who told you we gotta. We do shit!”

“You...” he smiled, “You’re fucking down the coast. We’re getting old and mad.”

I was lost now, drunk and crazy… “We rail against losing and nothings.”

He continued, “We were, but now we just gotta burn.”

It's just too complicated and I have nothing left in this factory. Like away under moonlight archaic voices in a free nation stagnate past the vast industrial sad prison buildings. America pack this paper and table. Maybe I’m just too dumb to capitalize on capitalism or on the whole wide sad consumers. Shaking, hiss, clanking metal machines groan low beyond factory walls. Watching maybe. I’m just too kind

Time clock soundtrack of capitalism mistaken for self I give. Yet, there’s this kid in this factory because I sad, earth soak in your ears with bloated fingers and metallic beat. Machines, coffee, no wisdom only tiny ears a lone witness. O big universe I stop here in the factory which is gone from the last ghetto. Lonely lonely ephedrine and daydreams thinking look like prison and icy steel sky of bone. Capitalism you’ve turned. Faces real and pretend could not open wind whispers beyond. No energy, so jaded through gray recesses and audible traffic hum.

I wouldn’t shave much less take on the brown dirt of the earth.

Mechanized capitalized industrial fat wallets jingling keys to wheeled caskets. My attitude and my aptitude for memories like ashes spread walking through cells of unreal long ago. Callused hands clanking steel beep ding people fussing. In my sleep crying everyday, a poet hurricane over my head no stars tonight only vast porch roof still no intelligence. If I was this ego ….. but just flesh hanging, the moon silent amid free trade. America is eating the old tick tock of the grave... black Monday....aging.....guilt... clouds are vanilla washed back ringing in universes. Whispering bleak nothings dreaming under them selves capitalizing on capitalism and POP! Everything is gonna go down.

Another wasted night industrial metal machines labor in shit. Grunting machines hum ghettos and drowning sounds of labor. Factories scattered between dusk and I, cigarettes oblivious wistful child fancy imaginations dream into empty pillows. Total solitude and humping of machinery. Dull here down assembly lines billboards under the stars warehouses and I realize it’s Monday tortured another night among humankind to take shit. Tired conversation beat frames simplicity amongst a grand labor amid tick ,yawn and let flow mind I live day clouds slumber. I wander factory cells watching supervisors indifferent.

Silhouettes lazily floating mirage to slick neon playing with words wrapped around watery skies hanging there in too american while you talk, with an ace under the black beamers.

Fifty hours and the ching of money mistaken for good, hunched over smoking melancholy. American purgatories.... beaten, consumed , drab caged bird....... then there’s me.


Sidewalks to Buddha

Spreading pockets of moonlight, feeling crazy down the coast. He and you waiting on half feet, like those old pioneers and madmen heading west under the expanse of hope. America, makes yawning and disenchantment. I applause drunkenly yelling tonight. “I Ching. You Ching. Why Ching at all?” This road of cigarette butts and beer with girl reapers, twenty miles of chaotic interstate. We all Li Po, we all misfit hearts scraping through the day. Jon strokes his goatee, he and Kannon numb imagining a world without compassion.

Across nights dreams zip into bare rooms. Cities contemplating sidewalks to Buddha. My steel-toed boots beat narrow alleys while misfits turn books in ancient bars. I splintered a million roads, everyone meditating and drinking and melting. Jon unshaven smells of old leather and bullshit. You’re bursting pities and silence while we hustled dangerous and thin. Subtle sutras blare. The sound mosaic begun, living and beauty fumbling beyond suffering. Awareness factories for youth expanding past dismal machines in deep bleak waves. Sunlight just dies swallowing nothing.

“We are professionals.”

“You are hustling work?”

“Capitalistic and reliable?”

My America seeped bleak suburbs engulfed in war and money. Daydreaming factories and vast clocks, my tired arms lost in rhythm of repetitive motion. It's mechanical zen lost in the fog of humping machines. There is no ego, here I am nothing. I've been in newspapers. I was the guerrilla enemy of Academia. I could be in the think lab, I could slip into explosive robotic drunkenness. I am not that hidden. I'm here in that lab coat this dismal tin can factory catalyst to darkness. Shaking hissing clanking American delusion.

Jon dull riding cautiously writing poems to Buddha. Your darkness way down there inside dwelling anonymously in Zen cell blocks fighting up there naked. All forever were we on the same old trip, poems roaring bullshit. Daydreaming and factories, vast clocks

Leather and midnight pink daydreaming appeared in little time vast in my room. Another asked

“Who’s heard my ego.” Naked clamoring clock, I writhe like a fish on a hook. My first death, it was cool come night exalted into time. Immaculate hero in the night what’s waiting? I bundle in winter escape and shrug bitterly. My hour is up. It’s the remembering drunk, whiskey and littered oceans of hydraulics. Hours of work, around spot, I to bottom dirty bad jokes and cigarettes.

I wanted screeching. I whir. I roar in steel. Frozen meditation contemplating sleek distance. Inaudible sorrow steel world of existence humiliating shit. Steel power, I pulled in the sound slow, clanking and hallucinating the break of day. I want to scream from the rooftops to the twisted center of the world. Unsung, dirty and crazy waxing nostalgic for days when you weren't dead.

Gloves. Eyelids. Think tanks. Naked steel stars. Factory hands. Hollering vagabond America.

Bagdhad jaw, Dali me man. Pockets. Clapping. Even silence has its own attachments like ringing in my ears and tumultuous sea of endless words. Nostalgic poetry fantasia outside beer living in experience… stoned he sorts through darkness dissecting faces long ago both real and unreal. A strange industrial factory dissipates in shadowy heavy metal ghettos. Price smiled stroking intelligence. Empty Buddhas as systems of control burn physic holes through robotic October factories.

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

In a Word, Totally

I am sure I am not sure about protection money that I paid to seem to love you. Now with the time up, my listless darling, I look back on this obsession with polite shame. Safeguarding the degrees of freedom one assumes (I, you, s/he, we, you again, and they). If there were anything but objective case across the pitted langue, I might go back and do repairs myself. Evade flocks of subcontractors. If needed, take a quick course. When an adverb takes you home at night, you sign a pre(n)up to gain respect by morning. Weightless tonguing lifts woodwind instruments to sacramental value. Each long-term child seeks common ground, fondness, and surface (e)yes. While morsels of routine purport to be indicative of growth no one prefers to hear about. Soft underclothing advertised as soft enough for sleep.

Grid lines, intimacy retrieved from scraps around the yard awaiting form

from 'text' || Peter Ganick

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pome || Billy Bob Beamer

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from 'text' || Peter Ganick

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haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Twilight

A mere figure [of speech I sing] while you reverse the snow. You take up shovels full and place plump moisture elsewhere. I look upon the Fahrenheit, bestowing naming in a sentence. When blue bright softens into dusk, each energy becomes a glow. Now premises seem white stones. Tone-matching turns to function. There are seams we relegate to whim lines. Pathways have been brushed as if to clear a space for the unknown. Crispness once positioned the dividing lines, and now a blur appears more accurate. I take arithmetic practices to heart and listen to a string of subsequent occasions become drawn to my experience. Whatever we embrace may not be counted. Stories have a yet to them until. More mercy than a simple shadow, pressed into the telling.

Angle of light, sound thinking, a compass or a map

poems || Felino A. Soriano

Crystalized
 
 
 
Fade wing
conceptual broken housing
ability-realist desolate foundation
strung at history’s enigmatic
hiding.  Efficacious
strumming
harp of a wind’s elongated
silence
whisper drawn finger-width
parallel deposit logic
of hibernating particles,
sleep.
 
 
Viscosity
 
 
 
sporadic fractals
reclaim calamity of skeletal
dismantle.  transcendent relax
recall certain aspectual ovations
syncopated salvage exchanging marrow’s
inconsistent meaning
back towards porta collaboration
introverted acceptance.
 
 
Solitude
 
 
 
Haunt continuum
            of night’s prolonged patterned
     crystallized shapes on river’s
marbleized enactments of differentiated
                        indentations. 
 
 
Protocol
 
 
 
Awaken
 
recall
 
reverse
 
tired, no more, unyet
 
again find
 
motive
 
consequence-reactionary understanding
 
reward by night again
 
rest, articulation. 
 
 
Extraction
 
 
 
At the greatest textual
            modal reconsideration
 
morning reorganizes the physical communion; of the crow’s warning slants into ornamental commandments.  Opening wandering technicality, organic though sans
definitional monetary parallelism, betterment. 
 
                                                                                    Stated diagrams unravel
                                                                        neath
                                                desolate evolution
wandering threads of paved disillusion
                                                                                                compulsive anecdotes
compromising posited understanding. 
 
 

poem || Jeff Harrison

The Poisons of Felicia Hemans
 
CASABIANCA

the fatal dose of arsenic
is 200 milligrams. It was
Albertus Magnus, waistcoat
unbuttoned, mouth gorged
with bread, who isolated
this element (1250).

yet another show
to strike earthly love,
it's found in fish &
crustaceans, in ores,
coal, & soil. it is toxic
by copying creature light

*

TALES, AND HISTORIC SCENES

Strychnine: the deathly qualities
of Nux vomica, a berry, was known
to the Arabs as early as the 5th century.

Strychnos nux vomica
undid Alexander the Great,
among others. like any labyrinth,
Strychnine, no cup of rain,
mangles its corners, & like a labyrinth's
beast, mangles its comers

*

THE VESPERS OF PALERMO

I.

Hemlock
doesn't affect
larks & quails


II.

Socrates,
will pity
ever summit triumph?

*

THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD

Cyanide is found in laurel leaves.

Livia Drusilla soaked
the figs of Augustus
(hitherto dusty, &
ordinary, hitherto)
in this poison.

Augustus,
is it true the spaces
disbursed between breaths
weigh memory as worthy this
unworthy this retention
for relocation's keeping?

*

A MONARCH'S DEATH-BED

Aconite, hailing from saliva hailing
from Cerberus, is hailed as Queen
of Poisons. also hailed as wolfsbane,
leopardsbane, devil's helmet, &
blue rocket. walking along that portico
to the double doors of wolfsbane, you
may see the green column
is "parch", the red column
is "flay", the blue column
is "deafness", the yellow column
is "convulse", the white column
is "the 1000th-most head of Cerberus"
 
 

text || Edward Nichols

The Rain Cloud reigned in torrents.Orgone swirls every where.
 
Spermcidalwhorefare,never trust a junkie,......the  junk key fixes the whole where the rain gets in.
 
       sickness poured from his mind,polluting his embrace painlessly his word poured around forth like a noose.Allhis plots were revolutions and they poured around
around your mind like anachic subterfuge sublimating like whispers in the dark.Like fetishes neurotically animating there framework like into emerald green cement
 
Baubling my ,...... my.....head with .....with......head.......with........vacant ideals-porous fixtures fixtures leaking
 
innuendoes drip...... dripping......dripping,.......down dripping down dripping into the entrance.........entrance
 
his words slobbering down down dripping words.......in the whirling down dripping into the
 
crevices of our brain...........in the whirling down dripping of our minds.
 
Atheistic aesthetic of the ultimate sublimation.
Why distress yourself yourself withstanding the consecration of a disabled cross.
Messianic infestation propagation. The cross has no regard for art and beauty,all it can support is infantile fairy tales.
 
Themajesty of God is more like the travesty of God
 
 
 
Wet balloons spread like a frosty sentiment on the pertinance of time.
 
 

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Intemperance
 
One question brought to the rehearsal is what should be rehearsed. Had there been time, the signature excuse, the projected concert would have chiseled atmosphere. What blasted from the bell ends of brass instruments might have been enhanced by styrofoam. Percussion held tempura moments, and nasality occurred from winds, with strings plucking infancy of nether voiceprints. There lives a lore that speaks in twenty languages about a world with time. Given allocations to inform the populace. One labors under false pretenses, veering toward finality, concluding prematurely. A performance often comes to pass, and what is absent from the staves is filled by legend. Conversation fills in for real life, offering a factual advance, as to clothe the vacuum of experience.
 
Allure as concentration on an object, a poverty removed from what disintegrates the state of mind
 

haibun || Sheila E. Murphy

Silk Irises
 
We still believe that they are real. Each flower renders individually rippled flaws she brought mid-fever on a visit when we had no word for what the diagnosis hid. She slept long, she stumbled toward the kitchen, speaking dosage, sharing what had happened inside sleep. One of the flowers, blue, hovers amid hushed purple hues. We dust them. People look for water in the vase. What is not true begins to seem thus. We carry things in ways that match their beautiful mistakes, cloth method act. She brought us moments, and she walked a ways, until the wine could lift her above feeling she would not describe. Our table, very white, showed vivid colors, gathered turnings of pale light approaching dusk.
 
Darkness to which one grows accustomed, as color starts to disappear
 

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