“so i see that your are vaginally active,” said the doctor to his patient. his patient is a sexy naked colossally big-dicked young man. “i’m not sure what you mean,” said the patient to his doctor. “i’m just a regular guy.” “and yet, clearly you are vaginally active,” said the doctor. the doctor is a …
Category Archive: Poetry
Dec 01
the indisputable logic of the parsnips
“carrots and peas. carrots and peas. why must there always be carrots and peas?” says the sexy big-dicked teenage boy to his mother. “there aren’t ALWAYS carrots and peas,” says the mother of the sexy big-dicked teenage boy. “we have all kinds of other vegetables, too,” she says. “i like to think we have a …
Dec 01
bubbles
when my ship set sail into the wilderness of mysterious fishes and odd critters of the saline nation, hardly anyone would talk to me. i was too eager. too ready to show off my keen biological knowledge and insightful ways of observing fascinating zoological marine phenomena. the other summer interns, were much more relaxed about …
Dec 01
smackers and crackers
when using the special anti-clogging apparatus, it is important to make the insertion technique as smooth as possible. when done smoothly, insertion of the special anti-clogging apparatus can seem like a spring day, breezy, with a nice bright sun high above the fluffy white clouds. the special anti-clogging apparatus is competently and capably designed for …
Oct 15
Yep, Another Library Pome
by Tim Murray “Hello horses!” said the horse. — Bernard Wiseman Clark Coolidge musta stubbed his big toe While carrying a platter of words Spilled ‘em all over the page he did And I’m gonna make it outta this hogdamn Generation without getting tattooed Yeah I’m an old hermit grouch Peering from behind the grumpy …
Oct 15
Discovery
by John Grey Arms, ribs, pelvises: this is what they dug out of the mud. Don’t disturb anything said the woman in black shawl but they already had. Old graveyard or massacre site… this stuff still had to be moved. Chop it up, boil it down, roads are needed, shopping centers must be built. So …
Oct 15
we get what we deserve
by Keith Landrum blind believers salt my wounds with forced tears of mercy and they tell me there’s a man above and a beast below and I am stuck somewhere in between these believers with their fear drenched faith warn me of an end yet unseen and I must choose a place for my soul …
Oct 15
Not Yet There
by Brenton Booth I see the sparrows dying on fence posts children slaughtered in department stores— their blood an essential victory— 24 hour newsstands moulding the clay of decades chants for the honour of long dead gods art more silent than tears— this is it: the big bad sunshine the words that fall like screaming …
Oct 15
Intimations of Mortality (Or, Lamar Pye Contemplates, What Could Be, His Last Supper)
by Jason Ryberg Through a mad dog’s eyes, the right subtle shift in perception, like the tumble and click of a secret code or complex equation, suddenly fathomed at 3 or 4AM, maybe, can bring you to your bended knees on the cold flower-patterned linoleum of God’s dungeon floor. Soon you find yourself there, nightly, …
Oct 15
The Slippery Slope Of Infinite Regression
by Jason Ryberg Those far-off and fleeting buzzards of indeterminate feeling, pyrning and gyring on the horizon, those flittering moths of thought recently seen accumulating, at the oddest times, on the shimmering quicksilver edge of your mind’s magnificent fish-eye lens… they’ve been rapidly devolving into dubious notions and bizarre insecurities concerning the teleological motions of …