curiano della floreste by Steve Ely

they seek him here TELL ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER well chop your sons arm off stick a poker up your daughters ass nail her cuntlips to the table TELL ME they seek him there im warning you well saw off your wifes head with a bread knife shoot its eyes out in the piazza TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK IS HE

The studio lights disappear in a fan-like array of almost gymnastic sweetness and the feel of velour- 60's style...

a monk is left on the other side
still holding the weight
of the fat lady.
and chains.

of writing poems

to write a poem is to make an assumption
that words can do things they can't,
like trapping time in a net of lies,

Labor Relations

Disgruntled employees
are finding satisfaction
by discharging the boss
with a firearm.

armchair of soul

my real
education
came
from
an
armchair
in
a
public
library

What I Don't Know about What I Know

Did Coltrane eat eggs or oatmeal for breakfast?
Did Robert Frost masturbate with his left hand or his right?

Poetry and Fiction

391.org

Chax Press

Cherry

Clockwise Cat

Coatlism

Dangling on a hook

Dead Drunk Dublin

Jack Magazine

La Nouvelle Decadence

Laura Hird

LitVillage.com - Free Literature Directory

Liza Zaran

Mad Swirl

Poetrybox - Sell and Publish Your poetry today. Information on how to get your poems published

QLRS

The Cerebral Catalyst

The Indie Coffee House Directory

The Poet Sanctuary - A free online poetry community where poets may post their poetry and receive reviews.

The Poetry Resource Page

Thieves Jargon

Unlikely Stories

Whisper Poetry

Zygote in My Coffee

 

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