I dreamt I had a box in my living room, like a radio with moving pictures, and it was holding me hostage (in my Barcalounger). I dreamt my box was made in the image of a rich man a fat man a man with halitosis in his voice (I could smell it through my ears). …
Category Archive: Issue #7
Jul 07
the rich make the rest of us
accomplice, often gladly enough so gladly, we take pride in their easy rides up our hard knockers, they slip us mickeys, we text them g thanks in the bra less morning. –Bree
Jul 07
Titanium Hip Concerto in C Major
Late Christmas Eve. A warped Mozart album warbles on the record player as the party guests begin to leave. I notice grandpa slumped under the mistletoe, shitfaced and disheveled, eyeing everyone with cynical amusement. He knocks back another shot of vodka and eggnog, calmly shucks off his sweat wilted t-shirt, then snatches grandma by the …
Jul 07
Medea of Flies
She dreams the faucet pours hair— oily and thick, almost animal— into the polished porcelain of the bathroom sink. When she wakes, she is aware of a body, a young girl buried in the plumbing beneath the house. The newspapers say nothing. While he’s at work, she folds his shirts and watches a hurricane waltz …
Jul 07
What Are Holidays But Days
Why not just get fucked up The Worlds gonna end anyway Not the way the media keeps spinning it Besides everything is impermanent Even the media Besides there is christmas money & ghosts glide so easily through the room Winter’s cold depression settling in Everything white & dead Like we needed something to be depressed …
Jul 07
Anything but a black umbrella
walks in bobs among highrises, glassed mansion hotels, ancient steeples. Under striped-rainbow pastel, my face beams where others’ glare gloomy and drab, morose funerals beneath shrouds of black waves of colorless shelters and mourning cloaks, gathering in mantles with the thunderheads. A stray ambient light coming only from one uncontrollable pastel rainbow refusing to be …
Jul 07
Veteran
His brother took him to a pool hall, bought him tequila and beer chasers, farted out loud and commented over the texture and vibrato of each. His brother laughed at anything— his own jokes, the old geezer with a chin stuck inside his mug, the skipping juke box saying, “You give love a bad naye-naye-naye-naye.” …
Jul 07
social protocol
the shrimp popper button having been pushed, and then played in triumph, the happy little group ate their shrimp perfection meal and washed it down with tasty gossip. and a bit of bubbly, too. then, the night nearly done, each and every one went home, and settled into bed, burping shrimp vapors into the warm …
Jul 07
A March to the Gallows
They must stay up nights thinking up stupid cocktails to foist off on the young and impressionable, cynical shit made with stuff that doesn’t go together, like Gin, Vodka, Rum and Rye, partial shots of each topped off with Irish crème and stirred, served as a shooter and given gross names with sexual connotations, knowing …
Jul 07
I Was Raped By 17 Large UFOs
(the complete history of my sex life:1977-2011) I had sex with a giant potato I had sex with a devil of twine I had sex with a martian bumblebee I had sex with a frozen banana I had sex with a lesbian gorilla I had sex with an empty tuna can I had sex with …