The
Cat Lady
~Kelly Moyer
up close
to the crow's
knuckles
~Patrick Sweeney
turns out
you can take it with you
spoliation
~Jerome Berglund
the twisted stanines in my testing history
~Patrick Sweeney
election results macaques + sleight of hand
~Jerome Berglund
Every voter is nothing but a salained corpse
The consternation.
The helpless eyes or the greedy fleeing.
The same attire of the ages.
No new wings for, of, by people.
Only just a box to put something into. What?
None know.
Yet a queue...
A
smoke billowing.
~Partha Sarkar
he was far too mathematical for reincarnation
~Patrick Sweeney
not always a bad thing crash test dummy
~Jerome Berglund
a rubber boat traveled on the waters
resistance fighters about to pull the trigger
shoot first, talk later
~Fhen M.
Zummer Evenèn
Zunlight whirlèn
Zummer Evenèn
Russlèn brook
Yollow flowerz
Storm clouds
Gather in orcha'd
Death no foe
Never can forget 'ee
Hearty vo'k zing
A zong ov rememberin'
~Olinda Ninolakis
in
this part of the play, I'm the old man writing in the back room
~Patrick Sweeney
dead
pixel cheese grater revisionism
~Jerome Berglund
so
many triggers Shiva packing heat
~Jerome Berglund
Dog Float
I float therefore I am
My human is close at hand
She leaves me adrift on a float
All the swimmers know me
I am a canine boat
I do know how to swim
Swimmers look at me and grin
But it's so nice to just
Observe the birds above
In
humans I do trust
~Olinda Ninolakis
when
we used to wonder who the pallbearers would be
~Patrick Sweeney
leaving
Sheetz through the wrong door the pretzels know the way
~Patrick Sweeney
the
voice on the phone doesn't breathe
~Patrick Sweeney
a
glance back and the mystic stumbles
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