Art

Astronauts Lifting the Skin of the Moon – Réka Nyitrai

Funk 

The woman wearing a mask of roses is carrying a pork chop.
The dogs the clouds walk are howling ladybirds. 
That’s all folks for the pigeons to peck. 
They are all objects of adoration – says a visitor. 
While the clouds are moving like future automobiles
bold and reckless, the pork chop stinks and feels ashamed. 
The woman wearing a veil of roses 
gives up her son for adoption. 

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Art

Formation Luck – beat56

Nariyoshi took the tiny leaf between 
his  fingers and looked at the bark behind 
it clipped another leaf away stood back 
went in close again and pruned quickly 
a number of leaves lent back and took
a long admiring look at the bonsai tree

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Art

To (Cannibal) Bob – Coleman Bomar

The pink vase we didn’t give to goodwill,
your faux fur coat/vest,
our three legged chair we fucked on
and fell down laughing even
became smelly corpses,
killed with something like a noose or
flaming zero that was also my idiot temper.
Now, this house smells mildewy.
We were the greatest
and worst people we ever met
we agreed once.

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Gallery – Nate Hoil

The oldest calendar explains each day as “a lifetime without wisdom”.
The oldest priest still cannot find one particular tomb.
Mankind is a relic of our planet.
Behind every theory there is someone who worships the robe.
An ancient people will come, following these towering waves.

We know now that earthquakes are a form of communication.
The magnetic moon produces buildup, while the computers make collisions of gas.

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