Collected Them
And
finally there it was, the rusted remains of a shipwrecked poem
interpreting the world.
Heaps of meanings had turned to rubble in the
fields of death, a disharmony of babbling
things escaping purgatory.
The
perpetrations, the vast interior spaces of self exploring the used to
be, the am now
here, the will be, the am being created in real time
as we speak, the shifting of the flesh
into my arms where it will
find solace.
~John Vlachos
sit quietly,
the song can swallow the moment
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
still
unseen stars the rest is silent reflection
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
strider
caught in the cobweb
me
in theirs
~Tejendra Sherchan
another argument
at dinner
human
vs. fly
~Sarah Paris
old farmstand
a frog jumps out
of
the lettuce
~Sarah Paris
when she goes out
he plays the sax
when he goes out
she
dances
~Sarah Paris
pulling the wings
of my thousandth crane
I
pray for peace
~Jennifer Gurney
fire and flood
postcards from the Tribulation
on
the bunker wall
~steve black
the rapture
a virgin Mary dancing
to
Engelbert Humperdinck
~steve black
11-D
Turns out the 11-dimensional printer was just one more
Pandora’s Box. As if the manosphere wasn’t sloppy
enough. Now we have to deal with quantum anomalies
we only used to see at the subatomic level. So you
can be in two places at once. Big deal. Rob a bank
and
have an alibi. You’re guilty as sin and they know it.
~Gerald Yelle
Norice
Someone said they always knew you were alive.
I personally didn’t know you at the time.
I’d never even heard of you until they said
you were dead. I don’t even know if you really
are
the person I was thinking of.
~Gerald Yelle
chuuurrrrr chuuurrrrr cicadas say
they want to have sex
before
they die
~Noah Berlatsky
frozen pizza
both of us
cooked
~thomas david
work from home
taking the peloton
out
for a spin
~thomas david
spring cleaning
removing
charlotte’s
web
~thomas david
cobwebs
in the corners of a temple
catching
the God
~Tejendra Sherchan
job search
the odometer
rolls
over
~thomas david
Bus
Stop, 5:12 A.M.
Rain
on the timetable.
Nobody reads it.
A bus arrives
early,
opens its blue-lit mouth,
and takes the only
witness.
~ALI Hasnain
Window
Unit
All
night the air conditioner
drags summer through metal.
At
dawn, one drop
falls from the sill
and starts over.
~ALI Hasnain
Crosswalk
The
white figure appears.
For twelve seconds
we are all
allowed
to become
the other side.
~ALI Hasnain
Elevator
Mirror
Eight
floors upward,
my face keeps arriving
a fraction late.
The
doors open.
It stays behind.
~ALI Hasnain
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