Art

Baudelaire Fever Dreams Himself, Hungover, Unto the Covidian Wasteland We’ve Numbed Ourselves To – Lee Levinson

Tombs slick the city streets clean, and how
Mothers drunk on vomit,
And nature’s gay for mankind’s bow,
Decay: the one true prophet.
Tombs slick the city streets clean, and how.

We razorblade the mirror, bare of blood
Visage is none but bleach,
Sure, bodies do engulf the mud,
Who’s god shall we beseech?
We razorblade the mirror, bare of blood.

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Tissue Wasteland – Lily Arnell

YELLOW BELLIED SAP SUCKERS

Sometimes I like
To find a flat rock
An outcropping in a park
Or nature preserve
And feel for some time
Like the shape of me
Can sit comfortably
On a firm portion of earth

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The Empire Strikes Out – David Lohrey

Robbed Blind in Vegas

 

What did I learn in Las Vegas, where the teachers are one-armed bandits?
I often think back on that trip to Vegas, to that town where farm girls
wear high heel shoes and no panties, and what did I learn?
We pulled into the parking lot at Circus-Circus and got a room for three
at less than $25.

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Michigan 2009 – James D. Casey IV

honest to the point
of recklessness
the cunt who thought
(s)he was god

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