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ron androla	time-warping tunnels after the gold rush as coffee cooks -- my hair points up on the back of my skull, jesus i slept with burrowing face twisting in the pillow -- strange smoke flutters inside us like translucent green trees of butterfly ghosts shifting high in the gray air of morning. not only do i need a shave but a good moustache trim. hair catches coffee droplets, cat on a spit twirls under my bonfire mouth, mmmmm, pussy. ungiggling (it's a word) & droopy-chinned, you groan. it's a memory. nirvana unplugged & a second java. another broken piece of strange smoke, & the sky is still very gray. website TOP
don't call me now don't call me if you just want a simple slow fuck 'cause honey you got the wrong number i wanna bounce & boogie hit the ceiling & the walls howl like a midnight banshee & rip some pussy deep throat vein get in the groove & smoke rollin on the waters big ass boom thunder shakin' the back alley door hole rattlin the key in the lock & spinnin on the cock like slidin butter on mama's sideboard warm i want some sidewalk shuffle pussy hootin my whanger past the moon fuck me against the lamppost light & bring on the indians for the finale kick the carpet aside & slide the ice cream bucket up the world's ass make a hole wide enough for wisconsin & my puny ego curse the monkey that skinned the meat between here & there overstroked & joked like a bad sit comedy on fux fox push the godhead & squeeze the lemon meringue paint glitter city w/all my pain bang me in the rainfall jabber i like poontang closing in don't preach love just spread the puddin wide & deep a crease longer'n forever my tongue wobbles like a chicken fried preacher eating sunday shit in january don't find yer balls paul i'm just a wall & i doan yield for no shit my soles slap forever tracks beatin backroad flapjack mornin sun i sing nations in the bottom of a well website TOP	Jim Chandler
Cheryl Townsend	***contaminated*** I clean in the daytime, often- times in the nude with the windows opened wide, curtains pulled apart and the radio loud. hustlin', hurryin', I had other things to do, the morning almost gone, the music wild, swift and effective... I reached under the coffee table and without noticing, I picked up this 'thing' it felt rough and flat and when I looked down, I screamed: 'GOD ALMIGHTY!' I leaped onto the cushion of the chair and flipped that thing into the ceiling air--- it plopped down fast and landed on my right no left no right foot… one teeny blunt beady eye- ball from part of it's crushed skull gawked at me--- permanently.... a hind leg ripped away, matted bristly smashed and STIFF. the dead chipmunk stunk something awful… the cat sat on the sill of the window swishing his tail back and forth, back and forth, purring out loud, his gold diamond- like eyes beaming with victory. with one stiff kick it flung from my foot to the other side of the room… piss rolling down the insides of my legs, tears down my cheeks, broken squeals forgetting about my loud mouth… the cat sprung from it's place and pounced on the dead animal! I was poisoned contaminated nauseated and SICK to my stomach... and I ran--- as the cat guarded that one-eyed *MONSTER* and as the radio puked a Michael Jackson swoon---with my left no right no left no both feet. website TOP
***contaminated*** I clean in the daytime, often- times in the nude with the windows opened wide, curtains pulled apart and the radio loud. hustlin', hurryin', I had other things to do, the morning almost gone, the music wild, swift and effective... I reached under the coffee table and without noticing, I picked up this 'thing' it felt rough and flat and when I looked down, I screamed: 'GOD ALMIGHTY!' I leaped onto the cushion of the chair and flipped that thing into the ceiling air--- it plopped down fast and landed on my right no left no right foot… one teeny blunt beady eye- ball from part of it's crushed skull gawked at me--- permanently.... a hind leg ripped away, matted bristly smashed and STIFF. the dead chipmunk stunk something awful… the cat sat on the sill of the window swishing his tail back and forth, back and forth, purring out loud, his gold diamond- like eyes beaming with victory. with one stiff kick it flung from my foot to the other side of the room… piss rolling down the insides of my legs, tears down my cheeks, broken squeals forgetting about my loud mouth… the cat sprung from it's place and pounced on the dead animal! I was poisoned contaminated nauseated and SICK to my stomach... and I ran--- as the cat guarded that one-eyed *MONSTER* and as the radio puked a Michael Jackson swoon---with my left no right no left no both feet. website TOP	cait collins
elaine thomas	tell me were they lovers, then? the question, full of possibilities, lies in a warm bed with two beautiful cats on it. the question struggles to give birth, bears down upon the dark night so utterly that entire minutes are spent on the consideration. across the world a hand presses to the place where life is, or would be, if it only could. website TOP
meat bologna ba lone knee thats fucked up. beef jerkey, sausage, slim jim, meat. hot dog bratvorst salami beef stick pepperoni. member that dried beef shit in a glass jar? pork by products whats that other stuff called? thats stuffed into an intestine? corn dog alone with paste captain beefheart box set soy additives, the most flatulent bean in the world. sardines are golden. pull tab corned beef loaf, yellow fat. thick lard. jellos made from bones. i know i bet on that horse before, in the last race website TOP	skull
Michael Hathaway	POEM SCRIBBLED ON A BURGER KING NAPKIN AT 6:30 A.M. an irritating idiotic joy wrestles my heart & wins in spite of bombs & church fires and evidence everywhere that humanity has reached 1996 CE still festering still thriving on selfishness, stupidity and hatred in spite of knowing someone exists somewhere who would torture & kill me for how i was born, for who and how i have loved & the only reason i'm still alive is because our paths haven't crossed yet this poem means nothing except that i have watched another golden purple sunrise. website TOP
black veins turned hot with dope churning rampant style of silent exorcism gateway to another plane existance transformed into the fluid of discovery-pharmakon raspy knot moans extacy of dingy grey slums walls pulse with life and effort blankety mist peripheral vision shallow breathing of labor with still heartbeat euphoria turns infinity and crisp soul bleeds away with the cool breeze of night GOOwebsite TOP	goo
Scott Holdstad	Twin Towers LA County and the Sheriff's Deputies treat you like human scum i keep reminding myself that my taxes go to their fucking paychecks as they lie to you, fuck you over, ensure you DON'T get your meds, you end up crazy and they wonder why every fuck you i got felt like a knife in the ribs my ribs are still healing from all the wounds i'd give anything to take one of those fuckers one on one in a back alley no weapons pussies website TOP
Why I eat only seed-less oranges... Someone down the hall tears the rind of an orange and I flash image, mine-full the cool light fresh on our skin lifts the sweat-glow, we are God and goddess wrapped in wet Greek sheets, just escaped from Zeus, the grapes we stole, now pressed to our lips the walls share our impulse smashed glass and stain. Orange petals release the days heated scent. He pulls the world out from under my steady and opens my legs, his hands, early explorers questing the mouth of the motherland, sirenning mating call to my baby-eggs high in their early nest, lipping persuasion-they fall one by one into his mouth, this child-less father, my baby eggs in his mouth, now he is full I eat only seed-less oranges... TOP	psgates
rohe	BOXES I remember other winters. I was nine years old and my dad chased me and my brother up a snow drift to touch the roof of the house. At first I didn't understand; he wanted us up on the drift before the camera fogged. I still see the picture every now and then walking to the U-Haul 24 years 9 moves mom's husband dad's girlfriend all these step people and not one helping me load this truck. TOP
Gay Robots On Acid all robots are not gay but some are gay all robots are not acidheads but some are some robots are gay acidheads gay gay gay acid acid acid heads heads heads some robots use cheese to grease their special parts some robots conceal furry little pets in their thoraxes i am the sort of robot that does not bite and does not bite and then suddenly i bite and then i don't bite again some claim that this unpredictable behavior is mood swings they say perhaps my wiring is frayed maybe my chips got fried but they are wrong i am not a broken machine i am a good robot they have no appreciation for civilized pre-bite warning mode protocol they need to have their wicks trimmed down a bit to prevent sooting ocular and aural receptors must be properly configured for clarity chicken bouillon cubes make poor ballast always use the beef website TOP	trellis
Marc Ellis	NEW YORK POSTCARD #1 (Copyright 1998 Marc Ellis) From: A Barstool at the White Horse Tavern Greenwich Village, New York TO: Any Poet with a Notion to Write About Death POSTMASTER: DATED MATERIAL. PLEASE EXPEDITE NEW YORK POSTCARD #1 "And death shall have no dominion...", Still, it took him by surprise; A charcoal hanging at the White Horse Tavern Froze the look in his startled, harrowing eyes; It appears even Dylan Thomas Was taken by surprise; Poet, write of love and life, Give us sunsets and cats' tails, And ignore the Reaper while you can, At least, that's my opinion; For his best poet was born in Wales, And now death shall be his dominion. website TOP
DREAM I take a shit in a toilet that can't flush. Didn't know it was broken at the time. I have to shovel it out with a toothpick and rubber gloves. Everyone points and laughs. My ignorance is side-splittingly funny. I wing a log at them. They run. I finish cleaning the bowl. Harlan Ellison says I did a good job. I shake his hand, then remove the gloves. TOP	Craig Sernotti
Donna Hill	getting it right you're definitely the one wearing the pants round there, he said to me out of care and concern for my stress levels of late I know I can see it too between kids and work household and support I had to agree but then thought to myself damn, I'll be glad when I can wear a skirt again makes things a whole lot easier to get fucked properly website TOP
Oval Office Seance She entered the gates this evening donning a dress of blue. Counting the precious moments 'til all her dreams come true. She follows him quietly, as they wander the east wing grounds, moving through the darkness, The paintings of Presidents stare them down. The oval office door swings open quietly. An ear plugged agent guards the entrance silently. As her fantasies come to light, and her wishes realized, a connection to the past is made to the "other side" They appear in the office dressed in distinguished attire. Men of regal distinction settling next to the fire As the scene unfolds to their shocking dismay, Some leave in anger. Some anxious voyeurs stay. Washington's teeth splinter as he grinds away with his jaw, disbelieving what he sees, not condoning it at all. Jefferson's powdered wig, displaced and left a jar, wonder's why lasses in his day would not go that far. Lincoln silently brooding, lowered head in disgust, "I hope my bedroom isn't tainted by this obsessive lust!" Franklin whispers to Teddy in his flipped out bully ears "My Gawd! explosions like that could've shortened the war by years" JFK reaches for a cigar sittin' lonely on the desk, "My boy I could have enjoyed that one but I'll pass cause it's a mess." Bobby watches in excitement as she starts to beg for more "She doesn't hava' thing on Marilyn, but she reminds me of a whore." Nixon smiling in his chair as the fire keeps him warm thinkin' back to his turbulent days and the calm before the storm. The show is over for today and the voyeurs fade to dusk. One lonely muse still hangs around lingering about his bust. JFK reflecting on his days in "Camelot", "I had my times with Marilyn but no problems smoking pot." "Did I set the precedent for this moral misdemeanor, or did I just open the door for others to be "cheaters"?" "Or was it just a tradition that I openly "time honored", with little regard for prestige of our famous fore fathers." He faded in to darkness leaving thoughts of dirty deeds. The wanting of flesh desired and fulfilling sexual needs. Little did these lusters ever ponder in their mood, the office of the president stained by a dress of blue. TOP	R L Stephenson
Jamie B.Lepore	Just one DAy in hell~The Fatal Mistake* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ya I did alot a dancin through ya dirty streets - through all thE... laughs - Through the pain but ,,,,no,,,scary day of february -can ever kiss ,,,,the BETRayal of ,,,,,,,JUnE) - So oblivious ....yet so damn awake finally realize the worlds gone ______MaD* -A quiet niTE^ depressed yet sooooo dramatic -Lucy calls friend ,,",drag queen Eric".. - on the telephone....so..SAd...so..MAd... but hes tryin on bras -has no time..and... - Eric calls cops instead,,,,,,, - no holdin lucy near unware ,,,,,Lucy....says... -okay..lets ,,,,,,,log on ,,internet shup bop -sha..al..la..la.la..Then!.... "Hard knocks" -scary socks - men in navy should i think there scarY? -they smoke -as they play my guitar guns at theyre sides -kickin through......my life --Brace- Lucy ,,knows........this aint right! in,,brace...PainST? is there law????? -Facade fades -as cold clasps -go click click click round my wrists -I cry no not me! - a mistake a sorts but they cant see - innocent BEaT -A marked Lucy walks cuffed in the streets an the neighbors ,,,gather popcorn -Front row seats -- : -Threw lucy in a cell where she sang for a spell -- mo-town -- and wind ,,,,,,,blow ,,,,,wind ,,,,,,, so as not to sink - to the brink -of exclusions while pushed against a wall -legs kicked wide -Lucys hugs ,,,,Brace.....for her ..Strength ,,,inside,,,,,,, From cell to shining car -Handcuffs carry ~~~~~~far -Against all will Brace---trapped,,,,,,,, -PainSt?....whatta ya say bout that? -Horrid smells - to protest is..... HELL For i protested ,,,,,,,for ,,,,,a ....cigarette.......... -While shortly after -ThE nurse ,,,,,,sorta mental ,i believe 5 black men Corners Lucy in the lighted halls -steppin on my feet -rubber gloves She tried to escape! The insanity! Lucy thought!":thiS is not a moviE!" -Me, Lucy ,,,,in,,,,,Brace ....painST? - fragile to be held down__soo,,,,,hard -BY monsters of the night-didint go easy!~~~~~ didnt knock me out the shots of ,,,,,,,quiet -The determination ,,,,,,,in Brace - this fatal ,,,mistake didnt knock me out the shots of ,,,,,,,quiet -the determination ,,,,,,,in Brace -this fatal ,,,mistake And will they say theyre sorry?? My over dramatic freind Eric? -Or the cops who played my fender? -or the monsters who attacked me..with needles in my back - : -- I look around ...Waiting to leave -one niTE^ one mistakE^ - I see the poor bastards -Cryin in theyre beds ~I played basketball before i left that... morning a poor bastard awakes from under the tree stumbles to the ho0ps Falls flat on his face inside-Brace-OH damn it,,PainST!! - I see the nurses and wonder ,,,,this...... -( To be..able to determine ,,,,,,,,,illusion from reality) - (truth from a lie) This is something.....the best of us .. ..sometimes..can never,,,,,,,,win.....* - - As I encountered ..........insanity.... from people i felt" were safe an,,,sane" I wonder who should really be locked up* -SAD.. to find out......... -the outsides ....looking in,,,,,,,,, scary days ....of june* -Princess-Brace- inBrACE__to Lucy* -Princess-Brace- ++++++++++++++++++++ BrACE (Mistake_no_Apology _was ever _made_) As I sit safe home _an_Smoke_1 day..later. .. 1 scary nighT..1 scary morning in junE...) ((talking to freinds can be dangerous))) The Baker AcT^=The Fatal Mistake* ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Brace For ..Lucy,,,your the dearest..... !Thing in the world to me....* Signed: Bracelets_HELL website TOP
Fear The dubious force that carries us along, will be the one that eventually destroys us. Fear. Fear of a god, we know nothing about. Fear of a government that represses the human mind, instead of stimulating It. Fear of things, we can or can not have. In the apocalyptic time. Fear of ourselves and our potential as human beings by our peers. TOP	Lincoln Sward

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