Hey, no piñata in that tree. / No tree drenched in flame.
For twenty years you suffered…wasting away the nights, weeping away the etc.
On Purpose Laid
Bitten hind and headquarters by Jove / I beat a blind retreat from love.
Snipers in the Arrangement
Let thine tabby cat not vomit stigmata for the lord’s flowers.
Gorgias in Love
If you walk out
—I wish to discuss / the nature of things.
K. Silem Mohammad
I Only Have Eyes
a “thing” in the sky, which was a “place” for it contained a “thing”
Report to the people that I am failing blindly in the blue air.
Carrie Purcell Kahler
300.00: Anxiety State, Unspecified
and starfish to frolic on skyscraper windows–
That sanguine furnace, bleeding in the basement, bungee in!
Sweet Reader (There Is Much I Want to Accomplish Since My…
Hold still while I taser you with a heraldic / dwarf in a ring of fire
Later in moonfield thoughts would die / becoming root systems
from Lake Antiquity
outset / haste // The music stopped. / He hurled his bike at them
This Is What You Need to Know About the World, Pretend Son
When I cupped my hand a broken hummingbird fell into it.
Study Under Fire
shed the whole / shebang–next week, next month and half / of every life,
Winter: A Transcription
I’m talking, of course, of stars / Those things stuck on my God damn beard
The war was over because: no paper.
Withnail and I
I hope it’s not a coincidence oste- prefixes both osteoporosis and ostentation?
Fossil, Snorkle, and Cold Blood
I wanted to write fauna impossibly / tender and necessary as a column of newsprint
Someone Must Live Here
And it formed clots in the sky / Between our eyeballs and theirs.
The Grave on the Wall
shimoda is a fleshpot of inferior rank / a man says, Idiot
UPS driver who’s pounding / on his own front door with his forehead
Have you ever been attacked by a wild boar?
from Lake Antiquity (4)
You glide easily from place to place within it / and you can have it the way you want it.
HOW TO RECOGNIZE A STRANGER
Like glowing in the dark. / Like twice the inventions in half the time.
tonight I left Madrid in a moment of shine / exactly as the chord hit the night
I Apologize For Nearly Everything Since My Heart Hurts
I don’t know how long I’ve been missing. / I’ve become sad and dusty like a garden hose…
Climb Up My Genitals; Put On My Coat
Isn’t is but an ice-clod, / Is but a jaw in the law of lost shuts.
A man is what he thinks about all day
All things / for love–all things for dying / for a direction words / direct
The rabbi used the full weight of his shoulder and cracked the keyboards like crackers.
ways to eat a grapefruit
screaming romantically: two fingers, frantic, scooping chunks of pink flesh
Tana Jean Welch
The Locusts Are Swarming
tell me why the pit of my stomach bleeds, why the front step stays loose
The Today Show
fill the toilet bowl with sunshine / and stand naked at the window
In the commercial for the anti-snore device, a man’s throat in scientific cartoon cross section (is)
Outside the Walt Whitman Residences.
a meek pilgrim cowering under the height of stories stacked too high
The Dumb Conversation
I made my way through med school forging copies of The Cliffs at Etretat
In my movie called
, I am always awake. I use the window shades as eyelids.
the man in $7000 shirt woven from threads they call bullet-resistant
The Most Beautiful Bibles
We are in the future perfect and we are wearing hats.
The Book of the Grotesque
The writer, a man with a hole in his heart, was almost always drunk.
Cannolies Over the Bridge
You can steal a crisp of chervil / on blankety-blank orbs on gossamer-pinks
[I heard a flawless country song once, understanding that]
a period of singing follows a period of singing.
Anecdote of Heat
I set a jar of Peking Duck off the train in Nashville heat.
The She, The Sea, The Leaving
She walks to harbor where land grants dampness. The air thickens and is unordinary.
I wish someone would bake me snickerdoodles. / I wish someone would feel me inside of them…
The Apology that Drooped Like a Tree
The trees were basically pregnant / You in the mouth // God in the mind
the tightly woven knit of his pajamas and the sperm-like tails of a thousand stars
The comet is hitched to its petering. / There is no way to change my mind.
Is it that bird means girl, or that a bird’s shrill voice will repeat its surprise in song?
This was the eighties, that was the eighties, or this is the eighties, depending.
Sarah Louise Garrido
My periodic darlings
I love you when I mistake your moan for a loon, stitching up the gasp in dawn.
Stephen S. Mills
My Midwest Knight
everything was true, as true as anyone’s life, anyone’s growing up
enough with training, / give me my carapace
Also Included in this Poem is a Real Life Astronaut
She Lost So Much Blood She Needed an Emergency Transfusion…lost so much blood she needed an emergency transfusion
Sarah V. Schweig
Meanwhile in Our City of Abandon
The bay has begun its slow evaporation. The only citizen is awaiting a glass of wine.
Don’t give us that
it’s sunrise somewhere
. Try a prayer: Almighty please bother to jiggle
the vampire speaks to the receptionist
just as the evensong gave out, just as the traffic dropped her clothes
Sarah Louise Garrido
this is where God comes in (apparently) / scooping out the fun from infinity
Le Soleil et le Police Dog
through the curtain of burning geese / I hope they will not catch fire
In Loco Parentis
Often, without any consent and from / out of its arcane architecture
from Blue Flowers
It is spring again in January and leaves dangle We are ourselves and I imagine
Carl the Craven Raven
He never would pronounce / that fatal “Nevermore”
The Libertine’s Punishment
another red photographed birthday / lost at low lighting
The example will pass unharmed / in the equipment of equipment.
from The Stranger
the sea flashing not a quiet darkness but a set of teeth lost inside the mouth
Some Short Poems I’d Write if I Were in Love Right Now
push me out the second story window / I’ll look up and laugh
Adam J. Maynard
In the evening you become tired and sad / Watching a robot making an omelette
Dept. of Posthumous Letters
SELVES DIMINISH A SOUNDLESS HALL IN FURIOUS FURY ONCE MADE
you fear the floorboards / raising up to be your new master.
There were grape leaves we couldn’t / get to, an attic without a home
Sonnet for Sweetypies
Sometimes a sweetypie has nothing to lose / when the black crags crack and muscle
13-year-old girls with sex growing in them, babies in light up shoes
JUST BORN, A TWILIGHT OF DOORKNOBS, THREE BULBS
the dragon held a quartz crystal in its jaws / moonlight saddled my caboose till morning
View (Red Flowers)
Ode to America, My Dead Cat, Etc.
A tired man walks a bounding dog and thinks
to hope, must I learn to think less?
If You are the Danube, I am the Right Bank
From the ruin I can see another ruin
Now comes the mystery / I have no power / To move my arms
In the city library, we clutched knees, gazed at men whose moustaches came loose.
Oh, to jog with suicide eyes, / uh, with a light dangling in front.
god used to just blurt out, I love it, / love it
Still, lacking / the word will not /star her consequence.
We Are All of Us Nearly Home
The earth is spinning the way children might / when a storm overhead / performs its invitational curtsy.
She does not like that very nice man on wheels with the face of salt
wait in the breath of / zeros / ludicrous waiting, unspent / hours at cold storage
what’s in the violet / the shepherd from my neck ignited me
Poem Fighting Sleep
A big black horse is very rude to me. / I know. It wasn’t. And then choke.
tremolo of argyle metal in socks / rectangles plus eyes plus pretty speech
Have Cold Hump and Bough
“fffooorrr eeevvveeerrr mmmooorrreee”
/ Here’s to that risk of poignancy and gamble.
Thursday With Borderline
Yes. The fourteenth time already. I will sleep with you when you have ironed your shirt for work.
There is a flurried debate about you in fur, as you will be under the train.
The Man I Am Today
Computers are pencils you don’t need to sharpen.
Emily Kendal Frey
[THE HISTORY OF KNIVES]
I met you and you put me on ice and I froze in the corner of your first bed.
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