poem || Jeff Harrison

The Same Story of the Fidgeting Dream

 

void the initial O,
delicate talking precedent
O, as O so is O

even silver to dark fine by me
ghosts going, supposedly, up to
daybreak, they fly their
promising story step by step
sheet by sheet, loom by loom
rattle by chain rattle, boo by boo,
fade by fade, the same story of the
fidgeting dream

etcetera is sexual color
the ghosts' toes (fluttering & hovering
toes) praise the pavement, delirious and
bucking simplicity both in tale and teller

this,
in lieu
of exit haiku

text || Lawrence Upton

The thorn tree drowned

“The trick was to go away and then return

 Later, without promising when”

                                    David Wevill

[Polyvocal]

pull the systematic!

very age has difficulty

controlling shaking

cameras break away from thugs

never implied anything

over to the map

flickering suggestions

vanish quickly

journals moved but weren't alive

certainly will destroys the world

sun on the ice

crushed boats

bringing things in obtrusive plastic bin liners

embedded

crowds worms

chirp

cut heads

creeping summer

risen hour

dress themselves up

simplistic fashion  riverbank

imaginary dancer guns cavorting distances

liberal words of softened candle wax

as thick as ever inside

leaning against time

insular bubble in search of content

worries about copies of utters

dripping on your tape then runs

untangling the light on the actual surface of

the doors of the echoing murderers

news ignores their violence

drift out of answers

a landscape he tells about

earth executed with human skulls

Napoleon enters the author

face photo of the worked organism

has begun the worst age

bringing things to angels

murderers lead individual interest

the room in the past the police entered

executed with a camera

time the dressing up

knuckles of mind

snow

a close up love endurable somewhere ramified

veering windows see things in a straining unfleshed muscle

until the passing of danger in a city of children

the news ignores their bellies

the other amputated tongue

indistinguishable from the background thirst

is all within

which nothing

strictly nothing

decoy destroyed and multiplied

imagines people

crossed out of his head

light is off

poem || Lawrence Upton

sounds of inflatable grief

sounds of inflatable grief

shoulders are mnemonic

the world a stencil

sometimes muddle each other

resulting from mobs

wind instrument

sea sensation

spears in darkness

looking down the beach

notions oozing

that world is peaceful at the doorway

space somewhere warm

the effect delirium

a landscape without going

drowns detail

the lower half of mouths

talk originates real history

dampening woodwork bodies

with word wings

sun squeezes

you succumb

unexpectedly people

start to the effect of which

merges

see inside and

promise into a sonata of representatives

bodies with your own ear

tangled disassembled light

ear of images

the water's rising

snakes thought and whiteness see them

frame pushes into another liquid

and sometimes it looks like rain

cross out the sluggish seashore

replaced by fragments

of what comes of silence

it is a dummy in front

make ready

word with bits of real history

word become highly skilled

so loud it is peaceful

everywhere together

stones inside

resulting from distance

it is quite deliberately made to happen

with the word of the effect

replaced by experts

machine managing to repeat large areas of wind

just wasted bang

litter of him and sometimes the sea

sensation witnessing seeing the machine

it is likely

bodies skulk

nothing even today wondrous

word is removed from the icy pushes

originate a final smile

out of cell division

to further transform

and opens an inspection hatch

shaped like every medium which has good text

most of light some space our bodies

word is

sensation witnessing seeing

the cameras are quite specific to organisms

if not quite deliberately made

3 poems || Felino A. Soriano

from Forms, migrating

Analyze

Penetrate the morbid

prosecute the immobile

and sustain the

hidden through tonguing

advantage against a whole

conceptual

guidance the mind selects

in the prose of promissory enactments.  Listen.

Well.  Quite

demonstrating details of what decorates

obscenity,

truant fathoms in the valuing of immiseration’s

bodily

collections

Begin

with/of       breathing

a sinfonia

of/a designated                                 unrelated circle/s

                                                           sounds

                                       signs of

                     interior

notices

unwinds in the softened desire to

start

satisfy

sort

oscillate rhythms                                                  but/while

breathing an ending endeavors an end

underlining

creases’ otherness

a

rendition                        toward                 totality of meaning

                    or in the meandering of ongoing tribulations

recycling of burgeoning sound and what circles

into trepidation’s philosophy hide first

a Capella

Unfasten

Fingers release dead

burdens.  Often.  Vast

reconnecting needn’t

verify versatile emblems

and the oddities of eyes’

silent (inaccurate) observations.

Released from what find does

in the curiousness of legend and

broken occupations, a philosophy

of apparent sound wanders

awaiting a day of self and for

the vision of needed echoing of

articulating fathoms to

bend and involve reevaluated

insinuations, reinterpreting

unneeded dispositions whose

opaque emulation involves

serial notations eventual

in the paradigm of broadened and

ringing hilarity.

poem || Lawrence Upton

case notes

Against night and water, mouth; it won't bloody go!

Trembles. Gouge a name into suffering.

Dawned once, momentum of old times. An empty dungeon.

Curses and soft shrugging delve sleep.

Townscape with a cage door. The door's closed,

the known world, brand-new, becomes big bloke.

Mummy, I hate you, love. A truncheon

turns turned unknown, such a mouthful smudged,

a mouthful of leaves, a phalanx of fighter planes --

unenviable vapour. An empty house. Childish pictures.

Silver on grey smattered the engine. An empty road,

back page story. Truth turns over. A piece of white paper.

An ambulance driven along hanging dreams, drifting

entropy evading receipt. Thank you want to fall.

She turns over the point on everybody's lips.

I can't just stand his silence. A cage on film crews.

pome || Billy Bob Beamer

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