Monday, May 27, 2013

Wild Oats

 
It is a whole lot easier
to back out of driveways
than marriages;
I don’t know why,
but she was mighty pissed
when Pat told her
he was too young to marry,
there were still wild oats
to sow.
 
 
"WILD OATS, WILD OATS?",
she screamed
"I’ll show you WILD OATS!"
 
 
She came at him with a hammer
from the tool box
in the garage.
 
 
He thought about hitting her
but remembered the
law.
 
 
Instead,
he ran away
down the street
(falling out of his shoes
a third of the way
down)
as she chased him
still screeching:
"WILD OATS WILD OATS WILD
OATS..."
 
 
Neighbours stood around
on the sidewalk
laughing
while I sat on the front steps -
waiting for dinner
or mercy -
counting the ants
that came out of the hole
and made their way
toward the faux brass
railing.






--Ryan Flanagan

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Spellbound


In a mad world
The sane are the ones
Who are truly mad


Who wait in line
For the latest version
Of what to do next


Who gather in crowds
For a brief glimpse
Of who to listen to


Who browse magazines
To learn the ways
To avoid mistakes


Who cruise the Internet
To seek out others
Exactly like them


Who go into debt
For tickets to shows
Where nothing goes wrong


Who watch TV
While taking notes
To keep one step ahead


Who believe that dreams
Are to always want more
No matter the cost



--Richard Schnap

Friday, May 3, 2013

Redirecting Hurt


Redirecting hurt, creating feedback loops via individual interfaces,
Makes for “modern wisdom,” socially awkward questions, recalcitrance.

Recording pain for posterity, deconstructing vices, unblocking memories,
Causes railing against extended families’ assumptions, institutional truths.

Expressively crippled adults, raising children, forge new misunderstandings,
Bring about a reluctant habit of answers, establish inelegant verities.

Individual concerns, notwithstanding, inhumane acts scar, maim, otherwise injure,
Rationalize away no wrong, cover up no neglect or abuse, recover nothing.

Past experiences evolve present realisms. Victimhood hangs about orphaned.
Trauma invites unsalvageable moments to linger, smoke a few, return for more.



--KJ Hannah Greenberg

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Two By David S. Pointer


Pantyville



All this early out-permanent ecstasy

rapid response condoms ß©ÞW

everybody climbing over Hadrian’s

Wall avoiding commitment, boregasms

finger claw ring bits left at the scene

atop another smoldering relationship

flaccidly held together by denial or fists
 
 
 
 
Slaughterhouse Lullaby
 

America had
 
longer wakeuptime worldview
 
as if molasses were operating
 
room anesthesia
 
held in dank catacombs without
 
sonic experimentations roping
 
submersible barbed wire hanging
 
trees custom fabricated noose-
 
wear: weird western vests to go
 

Bondage therapy by appointment only
 
 
 
 
 
--David S. Pointer