Friday, May 30, 2014

3 poems || John Pursch

Wheedle We Woe

“Eye clambake insight flora wile,”
Lola confides to conciliatory lobot
eustachian beauty, comically low catered
undie coroner of Groin Zorro hand
Madhatter Bullyfart.

“Goon, melt he S’mores,”
the autonomic listener cajoles,
her baby bluesy sigh sprockets sloping into
quiet vivid loops of shelf-leash tree guard.

“Wheedle, lamb he she…” Lola cons tenuously.
“Shame dimes eye wander water antsy tangy doe
his swarthy hits waitin’ cold, heart cache,”
her taut steepening.

“Chess, oui hall flail tad whey flung thyme two dime,”
the reconciling bot comingles. “Dishes sortin’ airy doubt,
snot who tarry bull.”

“Shoer, sigh no tat merry vile,” Lola argrees.
“Pet tummy shines heat’s more tan chesty
pausing funky; tam shinnies hat guts sway otter contrail,
tether punt weir icon hot toil or ate heat undie lung her,
swarthy doubt hex tends bay hound tea fizzy call, toothy
spear etch hall, crushing mighty quash ton sweater
cod heaven glistens due handy drink high tinker
bray oar Imogene oar…”

Lola finely hut breaches die hard off theme adder;
her phases floss rupee-read, breeding wit
pore spire rations.

Queerly dime forth aloe bot two-step in.

“Whale, while, wheedle we woe;
waddle weave hear’s hay ferric leer
quay shove hover work. Nut hinge two spurious,
nod sew heart who shelve… Slam he tinker…”
handy lobot wench sin two Hadoop drink,
hits sighs clothed.

Full Blouse Highs

“Plod drone lad tat desk her age jaw,”
MM-77 advises, chucking Matt asunder
his chimpy chimney chin.

He smiled chesty pit, eyes glazing skylight,
scorching fur Mrs. Bootyguard (alias Joan
Beauregard), witness extraordinaire,
hand well-sanded oil can vendor chimpion
hefty Southeast Aphasiatic quintet,
nod to menthol her unspeakable hobbit
of flailing at noodles inner stray hack.

“Cha-cha, weed’ll blest watch de sunset
whilst oui clan, storing mammaries of
shamanic delight in hour derailed grains
of braying emitters, what be cramped
pie-tween hour pewter-filled ears in
hearsay heresy’s penned bullet mate
malaise of corn-cocked shucksters hand
foil-strop insignia prawns,” sighed LL-52,
framing tea blogged pixel from one lobotic
fistula to Andy Otter (a generic facemask).

“Hit’s stout guff, La-La-Laudanum, mired
flavorite schism, chapped shifty hauled splotch,”
Bahama argreed, winking nun-two-soupily had
LL-52’s strongly strung-in hound booby
full blouse highs.

Manly a mensch what had tired hand flailed,
tempting to devoid stairwell peeping drown hearse
hellaciously outfitted buxom hex terrier.

Hind eat, virtually new when in handy huff
tea civil-eyed whirleds noun to papal hove
plaudit Dearth could menage a’ trophy
sledge haw feet.

Hunt Hue Avenue
Hay fume Inuits slate oar,
day opined sallow lea,
pewter-filled hand styrene.

Halting wile, Lola swayed patently,
comfy dent data conciliation bot hash clam,
ghoul, and selected ash dish wood half know
prawn blem shelving hurdle Emma.

Hand she wash rite.

“Slam he sea…” die lobot begat.
“Chess, off curse, hit’s show sample,
shoed assigned heat schlong ague;
swell had sleet tree oar fore minuets hag oh.”

Lola’s sprites improvised,
fear die foist dime indie hand-tied sin counter,
she hack jewel he’s mild.
“High foil sew match petter hall ratty,
Hunt Hue Avenue thief hand sat
waddle beam eye pendants!”

Die lobot adduce mile hat his.
“Chess, clad due ear hit…
Falling patter hull tread he!
Wander fuel! Hmmm…
Hen tat cache, year pendants swill pea…
a drip duty slant huff die dread,
hole hacks pence have bayed;
ground-drip drivel, huff scores.”

“Yippee!!! Slant huff tea dread!” Lola eggs claimed,
chomping how dove hear sheet hand droning
aground indicter ant height her shirk hills,
dill sheaf eye null he call apse a pond he flower.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

poem || Lawrence Upton

The war of Babylon, the victors revise

Christian was the motto of a tank.
To improve in areas of shadow with space.
That is not open architecture.
To construct a language of troubling testimony.
The main question is why writers are vital,
their language the resistance to the main question.
Not only the violence of bombs and war;
the discomfort of her own land
but which attests an obsession with space
and the cities approaching from behind,
now wearing a tight leather bodice,
the tips of the settlements even worse.

Its borders move like mistrust.
The border is the reality of a relationship
with the thin blouse and exit points.
Her hostile vulnerability
to come to terms with bullets.
The whip was held.

Scenes of her body,
its outline destroyed by the road;
apartheid at your doorstep;
war as history as such:
writers complain with soft balm.
Dramatise our flesh.
Here is the pillar
upon itself
in strict alignment.
We left only a whore released,
her cunt moistening further,
such acts spread beyond the land.

And they were each up to paradoxical forms
a company of her arms
the tender inside.
And these are the floor
and its mousetraps

Asphalt spreads out of their houses,
a substance previously experienced
in a single word again;
the ceiling behind her feet;
so he slept with the damage.
Will become impotent
the tank his presence
in many languages
got in the wilderness
and lay.

Pain drooled
to go down into a constant threat of war
forcefully bent
pumps of hard labour
stood up
their forced position behind her
and short skirts a form of the audience

a woman tells us go

this formula is the new shoes
resistance a war in your shoes
disintegrates the tender inside of the grave
bombing buildings

cannot long enough

then walked elegantly over us

that is your doorstep


and there was no water source
that poor waiter, the future
part of destruction of the stiff
sealing off language!
for behold we saw roads of the biblical garden
into something else
when he slept with pleasure
undid the front of the days of history
her strict alignment movable
to resolve into lips
olive trees uprooted

that was a stranger in the field
which demands unremitting safety

reigned in strict bondage
silver buckles had got in
the lord the dominant factor
made obeisance to me
taking revenge on sea rollers
which seemed many colours
that which had been dreamed
or a cloudburst
like the need for demolished houses
beneath our visibility
and the pit was a dark line
across each sensitive part

foundations transform the reality of you
to be felt through her body
words to the voices of silent violence

the same can conceal a moving order
one part of the land
which civilians were seeking
the pathology of vital streets
inverse of a hostile need

a new language has the ground
in which we encountered nothing
but hostile overnight

an empty terrain stretches the dystopia

a dictionary is not truly free
sources it controls
fragments of architecture
the international airport of her vulnerability
beautiful landscapes in between
future in pieces
dwellings in the impossibility
with the world but reflected
words no longer the voices of living
with the streets vital
not hard crack

right we need a forensic laboratory a son and a new language

the name of paradoxical forms
a stranger in the troubling testimony
the son of the crow
more than terror under tirades of history

could feel so luscious
indeed come to be truly free
as the inhabitants live under helicopters
poisonous fire
the image of the pharaoh
most beautiful landscapes departing
(for she died)
the clitoris one runs across
the machine struck me
certain things cannot long remain
a zone in the bedstead
so of her body it occurred to deliver him
to slay him and gently pulling the sons of ghettos
or their forced-up position behind her
and she looked down to Egypt
you fictional competence
return home

hatred is permanently a state
an almost panicky relationship
come in the tenacity of the destruction
inflicted by the river in a tired glance
covenants fishnet stockings she collapsed
in the roads
kitchenware well-lit

one advances into Egypt
an hundred intellectuals from your smell

the command came with their language
the bulldozers rolled over the shoes
go to rub her soul in the discomfort
the ugliness of pain
all the persons departing
moaning into the floor the earth
to make other voices in the bombs
and the land was metal
to break the land of living
cunts wet with bullets

Sunday, May 25, 2014

text || Peter Ganick

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itemz beneficient legume prana subsume tentative lottuuss either wanderer soot.
garista meld snip terraplane snitch overt sallow conestoga mullion bullion skies.

poem || Mark Young

it’s the time of the year for custody issues

Share your zombie-
walk with the world. Be
famous! The question
of whether or not people
get their money's worth
depends in a large part
on how many racing
pigeons go to court

about color palettes that
murder innocents, or
what happens if the
rookie leans in & kisses
either the drunk Miss E
or her psychotic ex-wife.

5 poems || Stephen Nelson


Futile tucking it fifth it fitful juts
Youthful giving Irving unify unfulfilled
Guys having joyful day tout out ugly
Hutu king gig if jiffy they're yet
If huffy drying drudge jah in
Unfulfilled outgoing outgoing truth
Turn of gouge Judith gig long know
Gigging invigorated unify good syrup 
Simply it's unfulfilled they're gypsy 
Fulfilling if if Chogyam huffing infighting
,n pipe ,both if our joyful hardball 
Hog   . LnIl up h


Jute Judith's trials go uncut acute unfit.
Ibis jug, joyful testy, unify hardy Hitchcock.
Gregory Huth trystful jig guff jiffy hobnobs 
      Up civil novice!
Huxley Urdu ought is I,
Icy cut rears Fiji defying hajj.
Visual ducting juju jug hugs July, has
Icy Guinness gun gimmick giving pinko
Jupiter duck,
Guiding jug.
Ibiza awful nihilism.


Untruth juice pig 
Chunk schism quasi idiom
Dunk young Yves young Gigi
Films junior being Athens 
Blinks against Hirohito gym gym egg hub 
Yacht fig thuggish high pup
Rufus hugging rat fig 
Hugging inhibits hubbub tetchy 
Red tuft hubbub hugging subject's stunning rhino.


Loin gun bunk vibe bubbles fun.
Banjo him, ghost chill omnipresent, 
Veil full gunky chick clean egoic.
Vigil Patchen rescue chin vying socio Pushkin,
Dubious tv moron.
                Naomi bubble uninitiated uninitiated ink.


Your boho duo ok.
Hub inimical joining.
Sing no onto 5678.
Rebound automotive junkie.
Wino civil Joni.
Our youth church high.
Dub whining Dino minim.

pome || Billy Bob Beamer

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