The Asemic Vacuum Cleaner Demo Being A Poem In Which I Embrace The Group's Critique That They Don't Understand My Poems And By Which The Lack Of Meaning Is Its Meaning And Because It Is Flawed By Having Some Meaning It Doesn't Have Any Meaning
The cosmic sucking sound of entropy
of worlds being pulled apart gone
is any disordered delight
in deforestation now only
deserted deserts of mind blowing
emptiness forever bubbles bursting
cyclic universes coming and going
like traveling circuses
~dan smith
this funfair
down the helter skelter
on a doormat
~Keith Evetts
brazen fly
killed by temptation
my girlfriend’s lemonade
~Chad Parenteau
he spent his life as a non-playing character
~Patrick Sweeney
opening myself to this umbrella
~Maya Daneva
5:45 a.m. the complete, unabridged and unexpurgated story of how he put his roof on
~Patrick Sweeney
as a silk flower I might last forever
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
it makes perfect sense that the buttermilk boy would be the one to see the Mother of God
~Patrick Sweeney
flooded with moonlight our sunroom
~John J. Dunphy
sugar ants rushing to the scene of the nosebleed
~Patrick Sweeney
a fly not moving on the hour hand not moving
~Sharon Ferrante
house sparrows bathing in the dust of my walkway edging
~Patrick Sweeney
summer
evening
the cumulus behind a house
out-wings it
~Tejendra Sherchan
waiting room…
a butterfly fish
jumps on my lap
~Sharon Ferrante
after the long rain
inhaling
all the earth spices
~Kathleen Cain
swarming
bees
at the feet of Buddha…
taking refuge
~Tejendra Sherchan
after his child's death
the 'God'
in his correspondence
downsized
to 'god'
~John J. Dunphy
waves are incessant / they come in just to go out / and still I wonder
~Charles A. Perrone
I blink
my visit
is over
~Jennifer Gurney
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