Ten years agoin ParisYou were rapedby the tongues of peacocksand told it was Paradise Todayyou standa little left of the Mirrorfanning yourselfwith liesannouncing your own arrivalwith nothing left to say Whereis the smileyou stretched across canvasbefore you learned to paint You say nothingwith so many featherswhile I sip passionlikean elephantthrough a straw Continue reading Viens! by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko
Sing a song of sixpence spent on killingA popular hobby but never quite fulfilling I wish for day, I wish for mightTo survive the drones each night Round and round in circles, dizzy in despairStumble on a landmine and disappear Little Mohamet sat on a bucket eating a crust of stale breadAlong came a sniper with a .50 cal rifle and shot off Mohamet’s head … Continue reading A Child’s Hellscape of Verses by Gary Keenan
Hedge fund managers hiring,Former heads of state that is, No debating on who made who great,Capital escaped the state,Gulfstream-numbers high altitudes,Worldwide Proletariat down bad, left with the weight, The infinite conservatorship,The sheep yap ‘bout concealed carry permits somewhere over there,DEI centurions caught up in they “massas’” skirmishes,The Dutch, The Hague, the truth, the way,The #1 EU_funder of a world’s sunken place,I mean placeholders, Demons backpacking from f.k.a. Middle East … Continue reading Their Hunt by August Truly
In the dark she would whisper all the ways I could go— off the ledge a speeding car No one would have to know Bury myself inside myself or maybe under a scalpel Be consumed by alcohol one bite of a poisoned apple Two girls still in pigtails leading second-hand lives… we wiped blood off floors our swollen lips one—her inner thighs Polished silver with our tears while the living room was dying All the shades were at half-mast leaky … Continue reading Secrets by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko
When Your A-EyeIs An A-HoleAnd YourGods AreOn ThePayroll.Spam Risk.White Lies.Loose Lips.Commie Spies.When Your Micro Will Not ProcessCan’t AskGoogle How To Cross Dress.Spam Risk.Bad Chip.Floppy Disk.Landing Strip.When Your Numbers All TurnRed.All Your HackersDaily Bread.Spam Risk.Free Porn. Get Frisked.Reborn.There’s A BotIn YourHead.Say GoodbyeTo Street Cred. There’s A BotIn YourHead.Blow Up DollIn Your Bed. Continue reading Spam Risk by Charlie Robert
Are you surprised I am dead?—me too! I’m usually more than a soccer mom with a wife, a dead husband,and a six-year-old son. I left with unfinished poems,a glove compartment of stuffiesand a hole in my windshield. I tried to act casual about it—the masked men, eyes bugging out of their headspadded flak vests and crackling voices.I backed up and turned my wheel. You saw how icy the … Continue reading How are you this January evening? by Dale Champlin
Renee Nicole Good,poet, writer, mother of three.A domestic terrorist. She had it coming to her!Stuffed animals in her glove compartment,the family dog in the backseat. Renee Nicole Good,Loving, forgiving and affectionate.She had a whistle strung around her neck, They came for her with guns.Roving gangs of masked Gestapo. Renee Nicole Good,A domestic terrorist.They shot her three times in the face. She had it coming to her!This spring of … Continue reading Renee Nicole Good by Thomas Wells
There is a persistent embrace,a longing and a kissing,a childlike giggling,a free and predictable smile. Life foresees every dawning,foretastes every light ray,foretells every essence,forecasts every ambience. Life proclaims every mountaintop,every sultry, tangled jungle,every scorched and waterless desert,every fathomless ocean floor. Dreams are uncharted roadmaps,virtual animated realities,virtual luminous mysteries,virtual unconscious answers. When we are manhandled, our humanity maligned,our freedoms denied,Hope must never leave us. Hope is a relentless … Continue reading Hope is Relentless by Thomas Wells
Should TruthAnd JusticeBe Forgot.Our WrongsDefined By Rights.Should SkinThat’s BrownGet OutOf Town.Our DaysNow PutOn ICE.ShouldBombs And DronesBe LaunchedBy Phones.Borders.Ripped To Shreds.ChildrenPlayingIn The Ruins.KilledWhile They’re In Bed.Should OldIllusionsOf Peace On Earth.Wake OurLiving Dead.Let’s HopeDelusion’s End Is Near.Let’s Find A WayTo Face The Fear.Let’s Drink That CupOf KindnessDear.For AuldLang Syne. Continue reading Auld Lang Syne by Charlie Robert
from the shrub a rose opensmurder me at your willI am ever-growingfrom roots deeply rooted in the soilnurturing and nurtured from the earthoverflowingstrong—I bendI crytorrents of rainstronger-willed and patientI hold the worldinside the rose another rose openswhile life seeps out from the vaseyou neglect to waterI am the Goddess you forgotthe stalkthe leaves festerfrom within the petals the truth flowsthe sword will not killI hold the worldinside this roseand … Continue reading Flower Poems Stab the Most by Laure-Hélène Zinguerevitch
