Hugh Tribbey - Three Poems

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1. LACKiNG LATENCIES


Boom bring
Doses dromedary
Emerging every
Felt interface
Lacking latencies
Lifeboats linked
Made needed
Nucleus palace
Proud retake
Sermon shelves sidekick
Thread thumbnail
Untold warp
Well-fill’d works


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2. VOICED VILLAGE

Act armouries
Attempt cellars
Contentiously coughing dawn
Decanter decibels detective dogleg
Extinguish girlfriend horsewhip
Immortality infrastructures investor
Jesus leading lighter lighted
Listen live long
Mightily only polemic possess
Ready sequins Shank sidle
Soul’s strive swiftly
Talkative think tot
Upanishads
Versed virgin young


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3. FLESUAL ADESIS ORES

Flesual adesis ores
Cuba inishona proum itiuma
Xerm deadio alet ture
Isin molf emba
Pred unni presalen yrippo
Uodm heri eler
Gneiss lanchold coatessa crid
Aimp dola orou vven
Tund queboloor aled
Gonn iosten
Oiterraw enst coid
Crele arde glau impo
Jokeloto mons murn

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Jeff Bagato - Three poems

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1. All You Can Eat

                     Curling around a plate of nachos,

         an elephant trunk flexes

                          and twists

                                     as huffing hot, hot cheese

                               he gets brain burn

                and then icy,

                        eye-watering cold

                       Stars and bars flap in a pollen cloud,

                                       so that feeding nozzle

      snurked and sneezed a velveeta

                           hand grenade

                                            upon ol’ Sarah

                  Palin’s tour de force,

                              a new coat of yellow

                                         lipstick for a well-read        

                                     pig

                                    Snouts and nozzles

       being the envy of the free world—

                    all stripped bare

                            of their martyrs and fingerprints,

             smiles gone all smiley

                                       with a prozac psalm—

                       there’s a feasting frenzy

                                folly á deus

                   Lunging at the trough

                                       for bacon bits, flap-

                               doodle, scrapple

                       and thighs

                           The arc of crumbs and grease,

            forms a fountain of self-love,

                                                    an orgy

                                   of the undone

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2. Second Comings

                        Wood bees wrestle in midair,

                                             buzz bombing the benches

                                 with moves

              like loop-de-loop graduates

                                                  of a death wish

                                       flying school;

                                           brushing my arm

                        with feathered wings

                                   flicking air,

                 ‘cause some lady bee doing all the work

                              has started a tunnel

                                                   in the wood slat

                                         at my elbow,

                                    but it’s like

                                             he doesn’t know he

                         don’t have a stinger

                                         and can’t do

                                                    shit

                             Roman centurions gear up

             under Andrew Jackson’s elevated sword;

                                                 Jesus stands at the ready,

                                    blood painted

                 on his cheeks to carry

                                       again the cross,

                       as the trees flower in the warm

                                                      beauty of girls

                                   in summer dresses

                                           passing by,

                                 sore temptations to disrobe,

                     frolic in loin cloth,

                                       and toss that crown

                                                   of thorns in the air,

                            cheering and slapping five

                                   with the centurions,

             modern romans

                            raising digital eyes,

                                    while sandwiches and soft drinks

                  rise to faces blank and calm,

                                                      black clothes

                            solemn in the green

                                           pollenscented air

                                 White crowned with dreads,

                     the Rasta Sufi holds high

                                                   his staff, his denim

                                       skirt ripped from jeans

                           leaving legs free,

                                            and in his eyes his joy

                                                        his own

                                A sign of spring—

                                        gathering the brother-

                           hood of man

                                            and bee

                                        and

                                                     beast

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3. Remember the Meme

                  With my wizard wand ablaze—

                                  a trap apart from all my demons—

                         not a mystery,

                                           not a shelter,

                            not a grave,

                                          I am homeless and all at home

                         as that whispering wand

                                              beams bright thoughts

                                                        and snappy notions

                               to the brains of all who gleam

                  and glory in their time,

                                                like angels

                                     who light the world

                                                    with a quiet word;

                      on a pinpoint of this light,

                                  these angels cast sweet auras outward

                                                like luciferous diamonds

                         guaranteed to last forever

                                      curled around

              some finger in a dike surrounding this city

                             illuminated with lies,

                                                       sweet lies—

                                          Golden lies

                                                 that ring and shine

                                 like a liberty bell

                    with a halogen clapper,

                                            flinging music that slings

                the clanging knees of a flapper

                                    flatfooting petroleum frolics

                                                         while the flood waters

                                                      rise

                                           The river flashes up

                              past the ankles, up

                                                up past the bra strap,

                  past the parlors and the roof tops,

                                    ‘til it dances on the peaks

                                                              and crenellations,

                                      keeping us fleet and afloat

                       and flopping on the fires,

                                                  on the seas

Sheila Murphy - Two poems

1. Comeuppance
River took too long to run
out of alternatives. Diagnosis
of the twitch in her low back:
feeling being unsupported.

We live for those who dare not
live for themselves. Canaries
sweep about the shuttered room.
As if to form a carnival.

One does not opt out of
the damages. One locates chance
procedures for the overtures
they capsize.

Fate bides its time,
once things come together.
And the record will reflect insouciance
where stigma used to be.

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2. Safety
She warned me not to repurpose my affection.
Measures of music well accustomed
to their ritual advance toward rest
might soften to pianissimo.
I wonder how to keep from dying.
How perhaps to place my arms around
a confidence I carry like a talisman.
Some nights the muscles of my happiness
go still. I lie here making do
with what I remember of a channel
I can change.
I change into a single cell
repeating as the science books explain.
There is no energy that goes with keeping loss
in check. There is no melody for dying.
There is a moment when there is no moment
That will follow. That place where three tents
might be placed, but there is work to do.
Always the beautiful bedtime and the work.

Lawrence Upton - Free Hums

Hum.

Perhaps. But no perhaps; unless.

Oneness perhaps. Possibly. Perhaps duality. Fancy makes a threesome.

In the one hand out of the other. Hear and how! Shuffling on one foot to another iamb changing stress!

Neck. Knotted. Lack of nous. Choked when it's told. Perhaps.

Hum.

Perhaps, mayhemmed, as happy as one am can be. Mayhap . Contained, trained, practised in art of being at pleasure. Feathered. Falling from great light a broken wing wacks the ground.

Hum.

Off cause.

John Pursch - Nine Poems

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1. Ad Lib

Synchronized 

swimmers 

turn to water 

in public ad lib.

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2. Gladiolas

Springing moot hind oiler saw, 

peachy oaken nuptials, 

orange in ipso catered seizure, 

orphaned gladiolas. 

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3. Groceries in August

  

I see a gal, a sea,

an omnivalent census 

of groceries in August.

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4. Illicit Hips

Drip a dollop, 

draft illicit hips a solid, 

foment auction open road 

gorilla motive amateur. 

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5. Marzipan

  

Oats now 

glistening,

snow white 

over marzipan! 

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6. Mauve Ouches

  

Thinking mouth 

of crawlspace 

mutters lunacy 

in mauve ouches. 

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7. Nomenclature

  

Fading out by radio, 

secondhand illusion

melts in iron 

nomenclature. 

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8. Snow Knew What

  

Snow knew what 

to turn on mid-life 

faucet cut to 

consequences. 

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9. Zoot Elan Kerplunk

  

Chi-squared prolapse 

inner freak 

dominates blue 

cormorant.

Christopher Barnes - Five Poems

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1. Utilize “Pharmaceutical Revival” ™

Our “Better Screens” placebo-inducing curtains

Are fortuitous in any infirmary.

  (He captures her smile in a Kodak.)

Loomed with strung-random aspirins

We dissolve thoughts of pain,

Supporting health by association.

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2. Twinkles In Nightspot lights

For unsound bones.

  (Mirrorball, swing-dancing, tall, brimming glasses.)

Be the chitchat.

“Voguish Solutions” ™ introduce –

Plaster casts moulded from reprocessed vodka bottles,

Crunched to harmlessness.

  (Good cheer smiles.)

Issued with protective lining

Effortless to apply,

Dries in a flash.

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3. Whisk Away Your Purchases…

In a “Mother Sweet”™ basket

Tastily woven from sugar cane fibres.

  (Pyramid of meringues.)

Cherry-pick a hood,

Butterscotch or marzipan.

  (Steaming Toffee Pudding.)

For gateau and roly-poly nibblers

Who unmistakably crave it all.

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4. Permit Motivational Ltd. To Fit You Out…

In June’s essential textile –

Silicone-bobbled diet pills

On midnight lace.

  (Revealed in hotel window.)

Eternally waterproof in unruffled use,

Fadeless in blazing afternoons.

  (Reclining on plaited chaise.)

Overlook skulking in the half-light of a windbreak,

Thread our “Summer Love”™ bikinis with a flatter.

Be the favourite on the beach.

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5. By “Surfacing Cosmetics”™

Kick-start the chores with a fragrance

The senses won’t begrudge.

  (Entrance-making white ball gown.)

Revives and valets

Spent, have-the-pip faces.

  (Monitor, keyboard, plugged-in desk.)

Tequila-lemon wipe pads

For the party’s aftertaste.

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