3 poems || József Bíró

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INTERNATIONAL POEM

hiju  –  hijü  –  hijau  –  hiju

pszí  –  píc  –  pszíé  –  píc  –  píc

tjié  –  tjié  –  ki  –  ki  –  ki

pié  –  pié  –  pszíé  –  pszíé  –  pi

hié  –  hiáé  –  kik  –  kik  –  kik

híjjé  –  híjáé  –  kikikikikik

kli  –  kli  –  kli  –  pirri  –  pirri

pirri  –  pirri  –  cikk  –  ci

gjak  –  gjak  –  gjak  –  kveek

kveek  –  kveek  –  cikk  –  akk  –  cikk

tikk  –  tikk  –  kví  –  kví  –  kví

hui  –  huig  –  huhú  –  íí  –  íje  –  í

hu  –  hu  –  pszíje  –  psíje  –  íje

brük  –  brük  –  krük  –  krük  –  krük

rek  –  rek  –  rek  –  trek  –  trek

kvák  –  kvák  –  kráá  –  kráá  –  krrr

2 pomes || billy bob beamer

POMEOut and can

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 I bu pro f en ta blet. It was nowhere    to the scars

 on all my shoulders        it was time this

 face of the consequence        and asked me dead

 to want a truth

  There are the dreamers \where is offered   here is without the visibility.

 Sometimes they'd have given to say-   if you know the bath water , baby. aMore thingy story toc ling. toTry as pooch the program which you

which I didn’t complain about. Finally it was blind. It was still such a devious game of omnichromatic lasers spray    ingout forun necessity.

 Theft.   Repetition is really letting

lowtan shades of high corn

ers of six sided cubes of weird veiny anti-ballisticsacks

they left out for the fuck fusion. did that. That’s how it would run vertically     all my dreams.

 My god    jokes about being ground   apologize for them. This is easily as if alkaseltzer popcorn ever really

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anyone to rub the first era of causing.   whatever the old threads of

 one also can understand.         all the shoulders

  and he played cards   and nothing else except his absence.

Another tidbit men cry at

untwisting and noticing

 

 

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poem || Lawrence Upton

Expressions of Interest # 4

I'm not an idiot. jackass. ice? plop! vile vagrancy. creamy hurtful.
I.V. staid wail, pat. evasive attests aid.
value added to tax.
you said V.A.T. is for idiots.
iodise users.
hit.
adieu, erupt attests.
all higher misfortune, brusque excellent papa.
tawny decline.
vaunt twaddle, intra-uterine devices.
to – you said – its easy dwindle jab.
ice. it's easy dwindle jab.
wail pat ivories pit itinerary.
dwarfed erupt it awash itinerancy.
dewier pat jab sitar ivories wicked vagrant dwindle upward, stud sits, ivories ice sought tv jab dwindle quit ivories ice jab dwindle tub ivories wicked, pivot.
suffer, statute.
erupt tongued and grooved sissy attests sustain awaits ate admit aim idyllic.
swab vagrancy dewier blow dwindle ate it.
vying dab wicked widest white things.
dewier sassy dwarf.
ivy buss decay.
piano keys punch.
winged, vaults, waive the treasures; wiggle the V.A.T; shake arches; congeal; bleached accoutrements shake.

2 poems || Sanjeev Sethi

Stripes

In connections folks aren’t clones
of themselves: shy, small-hearted,
self-sacrificing, sly, more or less
of these plus another for another
arch, grabber or giver, at times both or none.


Silver Jubilee

We kerfed with saws of censure.
No claret did ever keek. We
snooped for poultice. In pain we
hurt each other till habituation.
The roundabout of routine is hard to heisman.

poem || Jeff Bagato

Trapped by the Pyramid

                                                Ponzi schemers blast
                                     hot water straight
                from the hose into their own nostrils,
                          attaining the next
                                          step up the pyramid,
                                                      each winner
                                              terrified of the wirewalker
                                       within—

                                                that pirouette kid who
                      risked the wind on a thin line
                                  from tower to tower,
                                                     where he could finally
                                       talk to his heart
                                                               and listen
                                                           to the clouds—

                                  deeply cemented
                                             in their midas-touched brains,
                          those lofty vaults
                                          filled with bouncing
                                                     bingo balls
                                                           and the swirling
                                       calculus of fairyland,

                                     where trees
                                           exist as top down diagrams
                         of some logical process,
                                                      some tepid
                                    chain of commands

                                                               rooted in
                                          shallow pools of gutless rage
                                crowded with jelly and
                                                         blind to the
                                                moon-blessed
                                                       tides