poetry || Texas Fontanella

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that all of this  is in crisis
we opt  fort e n ext sexit



imitative, the one difference between us
&(sys)them.    [n]o [y]ou [h]ere […this]
transgenre inconti                        vention
s l a n g u a ge as a, the,      means of pro
duction, psych                              ological
realT y,                                  are you able
ism to                                         do t  hat?

text || Lawrence Upton

8 misreadings of the text on a corporate grocery bag (cooperative)

OP  TER  TERPI  OPF  OP  TER  TERHF  TERH

AF  SH  SHOO  AFT  SAFT  HOP  HO  HOP  SHOP  AFTER  AFT  HOP  SH  SH  AF

SH  FTE  PEOSH  SH  TER  PAF  HO  ESH  AFTER  HOP SHOTER  FT  PA  HO  SHO  SH  SHERS  TER  PA

AF  PA  RSH  FTER  PA!  HOP  RSH FT  P  OP  ERSH  PAFT  SHO  TERFH

A  OP  ER  AP  SRE  POH  OSH  REF  RET  SHR  HRS  HSR  FAP  OHS  RET  APO  AFO 

RE  FA  OH  SRET  FAP  FAPO  FA  PAFT  ORS ETFA  PO  SRET  RET TFA  FAP  AP  PO  OH  RET  APOH  FA  POP

EO  EET  AOH  STPA  SRET  FAP  HOPA  APS  PHO  HER  HERSH  TAFT  FAH  RETFA  POPO  ORSH  FOO  FEE  FAR  TFA  REO  PAFT  TORS  RESH  PEOT  HOPAFT  OPSH

PO  RAAP  PAFT  ROSH  FERT  POP  TAP  PORA  PERSH  PRET  PERT  TERS  ROP  SHTER  TERAFT  FAP  POSH  HOFA  PER  SHOOSH  POOP  PAFTOP  AFER  TERP  FOOR

poem || Jeff Harrison

The First Glimpse Of Miss Ashe

 

ashes on would-be-devoured snows
grew like wolves, even, lilies behind

would-be-devoured snows, lilies behind
tears left ashes' voice sulphury

snows midst wolves, lilies behind
would-be-devoured snows
wished of wood for the fire

fire began to ice, really,
while just the starry fell, leaving
would-be-devoured lilies behind

ember gone yet Miss Ashe
fired up this her weeping,
though I, lilies behind, suspect
she's grieved other prey

5 poems || Volodymyr Bilyk

1.

Take a sheet of paper

Make a ball.
 

Now:

thou shalt pound paint

attached to the chair

abstractedly
 

:tarry, try, 

sigh.
 

(hop)

"a bit sooner than usual"

2.

after a decent pause

tide over the can

up until the point 

when it's flat enough 

to be thrown 

faraway
 

later

find the bird
strike the palms together repeatedly

celebrating this  bosh moment

3.

get a long hair

(wait until it grows long or buy a wig - no matter)
 

pull  it;

put it in your mouth;

suck it;
 

all over the sudden

listen to the imaginary sound of  besting 

'till it feels inapprehensible     

4.

umbra moves.

closer.
 

you can see the bra

and it's not funny

- it's a cloud

in a bra.
 

And then:
 

"beck,

sweep,

bow,

waft..."

...

...

...

...

...eyes clap, 

thunder.
 

...definite funk.

5.

fidgety flash,

breath

:
 

finger moves to thumb.
 

together they move against each other...
 

wait!

Is it a kind of  osculation?
 

Uh-hm.

2 poems || Raymond Farr

I Needed Fresh Glissade across the Pond

To those of you who live invisibly—
We leave you the reek of poisoned Kool Aid

The end of history & Juan Valdez
We leave you two feet lost in the leaves of Buchenwald

We leave you going crunch like life is made of flavor crystals
We leave you light through a straw we got at McDonald’s

We leave you slime on the waggle of a walking fish
We leave you—A corpse is a corpse of course of course!

We leave you nothing pasty or hallucinogenic
We leave you a Stuckey’s toilet on a blue afternoon

We leave you the empty soccer stadium & turf hardened by winter
We leave you to those who live eternally in silence

We leave you explosions in the rooms of our sexual whispers
We leave you the story of the one bald tire of the 20^th C blowing in traffic

We leave you a big chorus of Boris is dying
We leave you barren & wild on the outskirts of Moscow

We leave you these donuts sprinkled with rain
We leave you a million to one shot just pay us a dollar

We leave you cuddled up yr bodies steaming like garbage
We leave you wanting nothing & craving everything

We leave you ice cream melting on the dashboard of yr Saab
We leave you like a box of dead mice a lover has killed for you 

We leave you forbidden candy on a make-believe table
We leave you enwreathed in the halo of yr own brilliance

We leave you sucking yr thumbs on a dangerous street
We leave you a devastated emptiness & watching TV

We leave you the shallow husk of things you meant to say to us
We leave you at 12:24 pm like it was just any other Tuesday

Delete: In the Left Hand—Asylum

Delete: at some point delicious embankment
Delete: the atrocious head-banging to begin with

Delete: unusual winter oscillation, impervious disillusionment
Delete: some of us have deadlines

Delete: a dog barking in this big field of red glass
Delete: sweeping reformation of the swimming ideas

Delete: Robert Bly or Ai or The Sun Also Rises
Delete: a pineapple lamp—the big disgusting saxophone

Delete: instinct isn’t something a person is proficient in
Like “tagging” or onomatopoeia

Delete: like one hat in the squalor of a minute’s revolt
Delete: & when I die bury me in the brightest white buoy—

Delete: a single thought to silken my coffee
Delete: there is no room for spangled garlic roast potatoes

Delete: a parallax of shadow eating creosote & timber
Delete: a randy huff of unshaven

Delete: no sick noises moving across rooftops & front hedges
Delete: no preflight soup or arrow thru the statue’s head

Delete: half naked in the farts of my own emptiness
Delete: it was curtains for yours truly

Delete: a white piano played Burning Down the House

Delete: his feet are a song about how one night he came home

Delete: where was I to go when the music just stopped?

Delete: I was no fucking excellent flamingo I know that now

Delete: I confessed to over 6,000 lies in a cold house
Delete: I crawled up & over the lava rocks of love

Delete: I was trying to figure things out in my head
Delete: & my middle finger—pink & raw & cut off at the knuckle!

Delete: the room was too bright to see in the dark
Delete: the poem sees fit to engage the human paradigm

Delete: my mother for yr carburetor!
Delete: commerce like a dictionary or phone book

Delete: the moment the music loses its edge
& time stops within reach of the propeller

Delete: the language taking its most beautiful form
Delete: I wade out into the owls of bare evening

Delete: I love you petro chemically & that’s all

Delete: the sky rolling up like a butcher just now

Delete: boots on the blithe feet

Of what sinks in the distance

3 pomes || billy bob beamer

POME from pocketsleep

…the foregoing tonguefis h might be invaluable hereto forthetearful wilderness spilled sout

dreaming details hysterical popcorn spokane of onfish red and ether in another the string moves

one bit the wrench holds thenthis a macabre quince flap foamyto impress expells dark

night trees to offer a null mass a doubtful worm alert thenthat forgone a a labored crooked hill

hammer tow and peep the scrawny moalis swoons a fortnight brassy ones collar’d zephyrs gratis

orange warn yarn expulsionsandthis performance in puceglue thisnight of the rhetorical nippiness and  swanky

boiling…

POME

O[lor s]it a[ m]e

M[al s]ua[da li]b

Er[o, s]it a[me]t.

Mo[rb]i t ris[t   qu[e].

 

Hu[skin]gs al[la cla]t

Te[rpr]uo[ck ^h a]lt en[im.

 

Ur]us le[ctu]r   p[iscin]

An[u]rn  [ro]s   aq[ui]s

Co[m]mod[o vis]ta[mag

Us]c[e e]s[t. ]

No[n]um[my ]pe[de.][]

PPOME

1.   campfrog

2.   amuse nine

3.   leap exultant punch

4.   /art

5.    

6.    

7.    

8.    

9.   opposite

10.         various

11.         obscene

12.         scandels

text || Texas Fontanella

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~

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occupation  s hat involve  a relation

ship but are not transparen   t indic

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poem || Jeff Harrison

Headlong

love, the a-loves
lips not pour: time, but words
green o'er gaze, envying the
headlong by the deep
awake & the race inherits springs
till life, of fall, airs, sail; meet how
soon -- when -- slow meet: its skies;
and words love's be

3 poems || John Pursch

In Distillation Glue

Wichita Tatt of Ratatouille Lou punts cobbled thighs and potted teasers into steep terrestrial pouting hoists of pretzel salt and spawned brachistochrones, soiling canonical comics with motorcade seclusion beef in billed pox thatch of roomie exhumation crates, sold flexibly to Monocle Munitions of Molly’s Mazel Tov Crockery Tails, the finest purveyor of shackled hands, gown-length studio deportment clauses, sandy fellows in tony breech pads, guttural ghetto gals, gullible ghouls, and garrulous gadabouts, groping for crassly crowing casualties of yet another nearly combed revival wingtip (hosed or nautilus-imbued by sundry tightwad intercom sequential bowels).

Hash you mired imagine, reports of tundra cranapple compendia continue unabated, bluntly shin-regarded scrawl the bloviating bulbous sedative gobblers what pup you laid these screaming shores, from tease to spiny thesaurus eyes, spanning cheesecloth globes to sieve through the consonant sobriety of quartz, defibrillated hickory, pan Antigone of depleted your amiably urinary housing tracts, sullied cracks, collared sacks, and hallowed poultry lanterns, lit by friars in stimulating primrose succulents of grossly garnished chapped quips, stationary apex hubs, and craw-stopping tumbleweeds in distillation glue, served hypothetically blotto to transcendental fumblers in a finely pedaled filigree of frozen parasol charts, nary a yearly horoscope from straw-name predilection bases to pyre-inflected chromium confusion seminar pollution fodder, sapiential udder hot stitch mending, illusory sons of planned plebeian counterplay flexing modern truffles way asway afar akimbo atelier-blonde-pasty mints in succor’s grandly squealing ever-circling lollipop.

Main whale, the clock moved on, sucking everyone’s strife dry, fixing sighs of eyelid moan and curious contumely combs in gnarled fictitious hair, dumplings be daubed with chelated Spandex-spackled disco queens from stuccoed decades lung swept blind by bubbled deeds, leaving parenthetical asides in heaps of thankfully recycled bodies, pilots schlepping for another cribbage cowling cockpit’s glaringly resigned perspective.

Hens or River Dumplings

Arcti quilibon tumidor frogal

pentilamutian progami palpular

grontumion squogle,

plen arichteon snoguggle clan

mutivous orsnumiad ploptuli hargde,

cwonnie prentorible

senor bufom hexiglaph charp,

swen triebianne amchular erian

mordiaph trupuppen sinean mander,

plor hens or river dumplings song

qualitatium frobubble snoz,

wetter sneeze pleizegam ookle

eres twodour phalligrancies

trum galitar strangians huppel

elimandiaq ialogical maze

hovegull schiwippenzie reudemon

chroudum quon slogtart presitcat,

eger belicrostician dal alimo drudial

winker flom calats ave perriched

neura gotyphian oomer gloph!

Sleeze-Bot News

A flip of backhand slot car finish slides the flashing demographic demagogue down caravans of avenues in crisply cross-sectioned biped Torquish bughouse math-bat dry-off contestant gust, spawned laterally to loafer lures in garrulous oboe cramps, belongings blurred to ghostly elbow alimony bumps of brazier etiquette embargoed for a barbequed emetic collarbone, protruding whence a dare was once eviscerated.

Shaven meekly, spinning pun pole quietists slice Earp Trowel Heap, the Plural Reign of Pleurisy, with burped terrain and tainted everglades of greener postures from deranged delayed replies to stupid fountain jamborees of love’s reputed flames.

Amid the gash, he sings along with anthem seekers everywhere: “Swo-bo-dia, Cri-me-an Spee, bods fled tare weight song me, panned towns of hoods wit bothered woods, frumpy due spi-ny sei-zures!”

Hash if dish swerve not enough, poor ole Aphasian queen of strong and slippery scream, the wan hunt stonily stoned for impish back lot perpetuity; yes, the perpendicularly stuttering cougher of suffragette wheezings, chariot draggings, oyster shills blended into finely scrappy armpits; habitually off Corsican sights of laudatory sleeze-bot news, icon lonely pee-squeaking of the swan, the comely Hiya Patio Lee (nee Nothing of perhaps a sword-wrapped surname lost in ancient Alexandria, swelled before the planetary name change).

poem || Lawrence Upton

Humanscape: music rain

[solo or polyvocal --

suggest you workshop it to generate parts]

textual exegesis abandoned

can't quite hear

music rain obscuring forges.

puddles

newspaper reports fill the mob

as they waft into children's song

hierarchies nailing

collapse making melodies

and escaping.

the trees are eaten apart

old sweater fitting tightly across a grey sky

history escapee explanation.

hairsbreadth hoofmarks.

manoeuvrable business.

(interrupt)

admirer argument.

horse trade.

gloomy gentry

ancestry slogan

choral difficulty

lacking duty

leafy concept slumbering angrily

chaotic

iffy

adolescent deterioration

blue flood

clod gentle.

an unknown letter.

subjects evolving

the evolutionary tree

in clownish attitude

obscuring the gardens run together

rattling