Lunch

Another Timeless Retort or Miesmann

I was hungry today. At least, I thought I was. When the time came to lunch, I had bought a hot dog and an ice cream sandwich. This particular ice cream sandwich used chocolate chip cookies to keep the ice cream from falling out onto its consumer in a gooey and sticky mess. I sit around for two or maybe three minutes before I decide that I will attempt to eat this hot dog which I bought for the sole purpose of consumption.

I unwrap the wrapping and gaze at the meaty monolith for the better part of a minute. The bun is still warm and mildly squishy; tempting indeed. Despite this, I threw away the hot dog without taking a single bite. I then decide to eat the ice cream sandwich, but as I unwrap the noisy plastic packaging, I discover that the ice cream has melted and the cookies are broken.

I guess I wasn’t hungry.

high coup

S.H. Monroe

now i declare war

infidels shall be trampled

i smoke solid fire

pentameter though...

ted lee

punch me up with smack so i can fill in the holes

sleight of hand can stack the cattiest of poles

polar bears shall sit and stare, polarized by solar flares

holy rollers grinding molars tighter than the family golers

stomping on the soft spots that flip your babies from their strollers

something you don’t know is here and alive

A.S Ecre Tadmirer

flurry smoke shimmer shine

dark swamp murky deep

caught between parallels

the toast is burnt and i’m not sure why the toaster’s not working

i like a good spank

Oops wrong box

spank spank spank i liek a good spank k i wanna spank k from the gril with teh pertty hands k omg i’m scraed of the gril in the grocery stoer and i only wanna horse radish k

omg omg omg k would you believe me if i told you i liek men q.m.

i want to get spanked by a man k hard k mmmm spank spank spank

not this time

Sophomoron

I found some of your hairpins

they’re mine now, sorry, but that’s just the way it is around here

if you don’t like it, then try to learn your lesson next time

I already had to return your books

and your records

and I’ve done it enough now

so I’m sorry

but I’m losing my goddamn mind

and it’s not proper to impose like this on so many occasions

so this is just how it’ll have to be from now on;

I simply haven’t the time to be returning lost goods.

if you need them

I’ll be there

at

3

for your consideration

seth h. monroe

The patience of a spoiled child sits on my face like an intoxicated slut

My bleats are muffled by vicelike thighs as my tongue frantically scrambles, scratches at the well walls

A drop in the bucket descends from a scowling brow

A piece of ass equal parts class and crass

Brighter options and pastures so green that even envy would be jealous

Fire breathing swine shall set serenity ablaze

My essence is caressed by weathered extremities

Record and observe the documentation being witnessed, field tested, redesigned, redefined and kind enough to rewind

I’m running in circles and there’s no way around it

Panting breaths are drawn from my tasteless mouth

I’ve never wanted a cigarette quite like this before...

there is a curious bead here and i’m unsure what to do with it

A Secret Admirer

there is an effect of entropy

aroused in me

the detritus of the everyday

collapses upon the Other

there is no Other

only sameness(ity?\?)

and though i may caress the fur that binds me

to the waking-eye-life

the white gaping cynic

the withholder, always withholding

within and without happy smiles

please love me

this isn’t really happening

there is alfred prufrock, a man about town

well accustomed to the dregs of male loneliness

why don’t girls see me for who i’m really not?

Waiting for a guide

sophomoron

let’s settle it

turncoat, writhing, begging, empty, coward

this is forever

Roses

Tanner Boyle

Roses are not the reason I’ve come to hate the color red, violet is a color that’s dangerous to consume. The ghost of caliphates to come previously peppered up some delectably discernible deserters and fed them to us drowned in a marinade made up of the sad-eyed tadpoles who will never learn to hop or croak.

Perverted beyond any rhyme or reason, beyond all of my masculinity, beyond the seasons...

»Renaldo,» she began. »Never speak to me again in that childish voice. Your charms will only work on holistic heroines and heroin addicts and I am neither of those.»

haiku d’etat

M. Kay

i used to speak french

i’m not allowed anymore

i choose not to vote

ted lee

anti-natalist, narco-terrorist

on the necronomicon, i’m sweaing this

My Ayes Are Twtiching

by U. N. Ture

She or he now the site of the national magazine that now typically think I impression found my eyes are her Hoover. List at five to be three or by the day they hang of a new rule.

You live in the Italian with him down where Isaac twitching thing: going to my eyes upward saying had a gray averaging way that the only right that is hardly a way are bright guy running for all the very thin.

Lined up like a rotting away 55 they are the Shanghai war, htey are not how we are asking Federal Atwood. Him arrive and many of Latin band capital area are to go back to early evening. Will be very hard to fathom. Think of black men everywhere on our will, calling you out on who you are.

At least I’ll find out if you are you hiding whereupon I think I’ll buy you, hire you, worn path in the arm who have my other ideas, years, riots that he ought to have. Your life here be outlined. His life in town on the now was that 9 mile route move. He had no idea how she has published a paper and I probably shouldn’t be doing this at night.

tippy

(inspired by the late,great george carlin)

seth h. monroe

i have spent at least eight days

trying to excrete a cliche phrase

it serves me no purpose

it is utterly worthless

on the fly, off the wall

on the drugs, off the meds,

on the air, off the rails

on point, off key

on lock. off duty

on the right track, off the cuff

on to something, off to the races

on the winning team, off centre

online, off sides, on time

Hamlet: the mild cigar

I dream of Pliny (both younger and elder)

Jüris H. Smirnoff

Perchance to dream

like Coleridge and Shakespeare

but alas, no.

A nightmarish realisation dawns

I am a character

an imagination

(maybe) a deus ex machina

for others but not me.

A plot device. A machination of reality.

An Orwellian or Kafkaesque

existential intimidation

of desolation and desperation.

Down and Out in Prague and London.

Uncreative urges of an ultimate

Josef K like Metamorphosis

into Gregor Samsa.

I feel as if I’m on Trial

by nefarious kin.

Being judged ill-equipped

and lacking the fibre to fight.

No Pleasure Dome.

A sorrowful young Werther

walked into me.

Das Kapital?

Nein

Mein Kampf

sometimes, most times, often times

mostly never

is to shuffle off this mortal coil.

Ouch

me

I am the octahedron where the dawn hides at night.

The ocean climbs into my room

and furnishes my despair

with empty shells

and dead fish

and stuff like that.

I am the carpenter you never met.

Haikus are boring!

JHS

Haikus are very boring

I’ve resorted to snoring

It is now morning

Written on this very day, the 16th of the month of October,

in the year two thousand and one, Anno Domini

at 04:16 in the early hours of this new day, Tuesday.