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#11

Jacob Johanson
Fine China

there is nothing so delicate
as the upward angle of your chin
cupped in another man’s hands.

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#10

Nigel Adams
Pornography and Propaganda

There is no real poetry
any more –
just pornography
and propaganda.
But this moment,
this fractured second,
that your eyes wander over
…and wonder whether…
to read further
or whether this is just more rubbish
to reject or recycle… (more…)

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#9

Aaron J. Marko
Kingdom of Ash; New Jersey

Beatnik scum,
face of ass, feduciarian.
I’m with you in Rockland.
I’m with you in diatribes.
I’m with you in one room apartments
with ashtrays overflowing,
and rats and rats and rats
and roaches.
some paper took us there
through all your fictions
and cock.
admired by some,
your thesaurus knows the route
through literarian kingdoms –
the indisputable truth, thusly:
was not rock and roll genius,
the juggernaut of vowels
onward pounding.
Too late for some, fifty years
the moths bathed in flame,
the always open mouth
waiting for revolution
beneath the anuses of the Gods
who feed
on television dinners,
banal & bourgeoisie.
The beauty of death is not beauty.
The diseased orchid spits petals.
The ordinary is ordinary.
I’m with you in Rockland.
I’m with you in ugliness.
I’m with you in satire.
I’m feeding the gods.

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#8

Chris Deal
a fiction

She’s a fiction,
humming my soul’s frequency
while her fingers trace dead language
over my skin, an illusion to be
worshiped, a god to be honored,
a figure to hide from,
a curse the vengeance of which you seek out,
the destruction she reeks you bask in,
she’s a fiction and yet none more than me,
so perhaps we’ll be well together.

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#7

Ray Succre
One Morning Thursday

I raised from blankets untypically horny and tired.
I walked into my clothes and the coffee swallowed me.
She was eating an apple for breakfast, feeding the baby
simultaneous.

She held the apple atop her head— “Want a bite?”
I thought about William Tell, Burroughs, stories.
“You know they make my gums bleed.” I said.
I went to the restroom, examined my hairline,
gingivitis, shoulder hairs, the one tan tooth,
and the one nipple larger than the other. (more…)

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