house centipede...
I take a moment to celebrate
my fingers and toes
~Patrick Sweeney
pinball nudge instead of church
all we needed to know was the color of the vestments
~Patrick Sweeney
her cat's yawn...
and I'm a sparrow
ready to beat the dust
~Patrick Sweeney
he's the kind of guy who entertains a fly
on his knuckle at lunch time
~Patrick Sweeney
at the window
your bone-white
screaming face
~David C. Kopaska-Merkel
the lonely guy
McWoman is made
from McRib
~David C. Kopaska-Merkel
examining the dot-dash-dot of my being till dawn
~Patrick Sweeney
the same day my brother quit school
a guy came into the bowling alley
with a raccoon on a leash
~Patrick Sweeney
what's to become
of 'a penny saved'?
~Patrick Sweeney
he's memorized the names
of the neighbors
and their dogs
~Patrick Sweeney
AN ITCH UNREACHABLE
And suddenly like that there is a determined itch ,
The skin is punished by false ashes and sackcloth.
Or that armour of iron through which you cannot reach!
Clink clank– that is not the sound of your fingernails,
The skin is punished by false ashes and sackcloth.
Loud penitence indeed, an itch made your life hell!
Writhe into impossible contours, desperate to itch,
Your spine at mid back is dreaming for fingernails to reach.
Fake armour, ashes and sackcloth give rashes beyond reach,
The itchy rash crawls up the spine but you cannot scratch the itch.
~Debaleena Mukherjee
Swirl the montage and pick pocket answers.
~jon vlahos
Paragons, a shimmering delayed tactic where shadows pillage those who live there.
~jon vlahos
Powerful words portioned out in glass flasks, a word be politics.
~jon vlahos
almost sure
they are talking about me
silver maple blossoms
~Joshua St. Claire
megrim becoming a seismograph
~Joshua St. Claire
dreaming in reverse haiku
~Joshua St. Claire
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