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Travis Jeppesen
UF

post-apocalyptic
deathfuck wanking
into the surmise
a novice pallbearer
once tied his
laces
upon

Who knows Mexican Mollie?

poem on the sidewalk

 

 

FED

Swollen eye combs glad;
Twombly’s sherbert.

Numbers on a spoon, locked
in the browned glade.

Nomads on a plain blowjob –
name yr fear, maps or minotaurs.

Sun-dialed gelatin, perfect
for a sponge bath on downtime

Remoteness.

 

 

VAGUE ACCESSORIES

Climb the mountain, trip over the log. Hesitance to find you speaking; then I don’t really care. Spruce of phillips waking through the veins, how the love crept upon you, nostalgia-style, to find an empty violet winding down the ruse. Stain mountain a real adventure then, those false words used to advertise discontent – hair caught in the ceiling fan – wooded matrimony shaping the couch. They still send me files hoping I’ll blow some steam off into the winter fuse. I can’t help them anymore than I can feel them; it seems they are expecting the season to bobsled off in the wrong direction, perhaps in search of the latest typhoon, whom it will marry and spurn release over a world desperate for sprigs of artificial joy.

 

 

Zahid Rasul
mustt mustt

these words are tattooed
along the inside of my arm
in three inch high letters
so I shouldn’t get annoyed
when people peer at it
then tell me I have
spelt ‘must’ wrong
or when they ask
what does it mean?

when I got the tattoo
because I don’t know
what anything means

but for the record
it can mean

drunk
intoxicated
lustful
amorous
proud
careless
overjoyed
mad
dead drunk
fat and jolly

when I tell people this
they generally
wish they
hadn’t
asked

 

 

bring your own light to the darkness

question:
authority
god
which was is up
why the sky is blue
if it really is blue
jesus
mohammed
buddha
corporations
consumers
politicians
voters
abstainers
agnostics
the living and dying
the quick and the dead
what lies behind you
what lies before you
what lies
obsession
compulsion
thinking
grasping

question:

society

reality

yourself

 

 


Ned Molloy

White Skin Brushes

here she goes
lighter than a bird decomposed
all of this seems real

and now I drink
bathroom mirror sees
cold ending, wrist in sink

next is hollow
but balloons in flight
are reflected in

my yours
in our vineyard
singing carelessly

help is not necessary
as heedless of warning
we proceed to

burn our lies
in white skin brushes

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