Kenneth Mulvey

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Papa Osmubal "Poverty"

I saw a handful of dead cockroaches/ on the floor this morning./ You must have filled the house/ with your endless litany of dammits’ and ‘bullshits’/ while chasing them with last week’s paper/ you borrowed next door for the purpose.

Sophia Kidd "dance a line"

i get stuck thinkin' of words/ and meanings of you and of him/ the smell of leaf/ on dirt

Kenneth Mulvey "Contagion necessaries: sensorial numb"

reach into pocket/ for a light/ to find I pissed/ myself again

James Dilworth "Pamela in the Spring"

I can't talk in the human way, I tried to learn without success. I could only watch her day after day, as the seasons began to change and the world grew colder.

Andy Riverbed "The lost art of visualization"

Now that I think about it;/ I’ve realized I don’t like poetry/ and I don’t like literature; I/ hate movies and music is nauseating;/ my job is a boring mind-/ numb.

Cecelia Chapman "Dream"

A short movie

 

 

 

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kenneth mulvey has been published in thieves jargon and sein und werden. he lives in austin, tx.

Desert town bring up

13 year old
Jake’s throwing ninja stars
at the styrofoam
garage wall
Mike’s paging some girls
so we can figure out
what pussy feels like
I’m tossing a butterfly knife
into the air
clik
closed safe
clik
exposed blade
the pantera is loud
no more weed
Mike’s mom’s tequila
the clock chimes
direct ninja star
hit
butterfly flutters loud
slams on the floor
no electronic responses
bust out with some reds
Jake walks
out with the bottle and smokes
no words
we follow
hike it to
an irrigation ditch
old man fishing
ain’t catching nothing
bottle passed around
Mike say this shit
make him sick
lightheaded uncontrol
burning gulps
Jake vomits
we watch it slime
down into the brown water
Jake lights another
hits the chug
emphatic

Contagion necessaries: sensorial numb

faded parallel
photon strips
sore eyes bulging
crusted
tinctured yellowbrown
fingertips curl a smoke
reach into pocket
for a light
to find I pissed
myself again
to find I passed out
fully clothed again
but now I got
oozing ears
miles album stuck
on repeat
odorless acidity
galvanized and
burning disease
throat
warm beer
solace
stale
shameful memories
6:07 am
awoke
tasteless and lame
with no reason
to be startled
at the
gunpowder cigarette hissing
as I
inhale

exile

steel tube
500 m.p.h-iz
to frozen chicago
to the restroom
slip occupied
zip down pants
manifest
stewardess bent over
5th grade
teacher tits
a-scolding
miss America
I doubt –
I’m a failure –
saggy skin and
tight lip
coldness
shit!
zip up pants
slip available
blistered palms
shove past
the little girl
with pissed skirt
the long line
of urinary irritation
to my middle seat
to Being and Nothingness
to my stale
30,000 foot beer
to the seizing
pain
creeping up
into
my stomach

Measure of man

before you
Call me politician
Betrigger my
trembling hands
Guide my damning fingers
for to vilify
the sons of Joseph
Dynamite my
suicidal breast
Freeze my heart
and strengthen my arms
for to
stand as a fleshy
tribal guillotine

Yes, before you call on
me to dance in your
goosestep ranks
consider hard
that you petition
a man
with the cancerous black
soul of Nietzsche heretics
the squirming neurology
of epileptic Cæsar
and the sweet
bacchanal blood
of Bukowski alcoholic