Corgo Minoru
tiny suns
Heliocentric death spiral
where can I be safe from the dark dog if not from lively colors and profound oceans or these officers crowding my gaunt anatomy while underneath me my lips are around a smokestack. How come the police are not beating these people up I wondered by accident, that valley of persons with bank accounts I watched it all, I saw them go, I wanted my money back. The landscape ran around unhinged from the sky
Billy Downs
confession
saw a butt on the subway o god my face is tired feels like its gonna fall off into my pants o god my face fell off it feels like it peed I peed my face into my pants on the subway
Doris Gross
gritty street poem
teeth on the sidewalk how did they get there I know how because I watched the crust punks stomp the old man under the streetlight in the parking lot of Hanks Supermarket. I didn’t intervene because I kind of suspected that the old man said something or did something inappropriate or worse I’m not sure if I remember correctly about the streetlight. It’s possible there was no streetlight and the light was coming from the side of the supermarket just as it's possible that I did something by doing nothing
Fiona Marango
ALONE
Flesh at least three inches thicker in the face area. Cave with yellow or orange hollow light. Nat King Cole and Natalie Cole play in the background, and trapped in the cave the captive wonders, They were related, right? Married? Or was one descended from the other? A breeze from a turning black tower, a cat in the window. Deposition of being alone. Horror of aging skin and the slow drop into death, ha ha. “Hand tight around her nineteen year old waist.” “When I fall in love with you…You-ou-ou...” I was in the park. Tiny kittens I want to tear apart. “Pay the rent.” Rectify society which is sometimes just friendship except or in the middle.
Andrei Prova
HERE COMES CHRISTMAS
Outside the bar bent like a maniac and talking talking talking darting this way, that, as the others are stationary in their seats or at their posts, then abruptly demanding: “Shall I get another drink? Who wants a drink, I’m buying” and sprinting inside then returning outside but everyone’s gone, discovers I am alone, alone, alone and then they or I too leaves without saying goodbye walking solitary down the misty black and white street choking on sadness independent! Strange! Unique! Crazy . . . Such a sad story . . . such a sad sad story . . . Oh, I have been depressed for days . . . Here comes Christmas
Johnny Rusnak
2PM
what a curious world full of waiting. The bent arm of the machine spins around I’m filled with concern and dread but also don’t care. Because the sun is so sexy. I went to check if they busted the water line and don’t actually know if that’s what you call it but I had no idea what was going on. Except they have gone quiet. Now they’re at it again Its bent yellow arm and I’m behind the fence