The rice began to squirm
tiny almost imperceptible movements
playing tricks on my fragile mind
WHAT A WAY TO DIE
Lying in the mud. Spindly legs like
gnarled petrified trees. Some picked off.
Others reaching out for salvation that never came.
Not gorged upon but nicked and nibbled at.
MAXWELL PRETZER & DYLAN REBECCA KEITH
if i get like that put a bag over my head
we know how it ends: our Cadillac flying
off of a high cliff
I should be listening to you
but you bring out the man in me
so I become my father
we kill our parents, wives,
family pets. we leave a trail of dead—
enough for our own network documentary.
The organ grinders' home,
Bleat and moan,
Meat and bone.
at glen falls
we were / face in the bowl
leaking / from every pore
cold sweat / tear-eyed / snot-nose
with the burn of / expelling /
what will / kill you if you hold it in
all the kids in my village have the same earliest memory
The look on the magician’s face
When he realised the rabbit
Had suffocated in his hat.
Adam woke up
Broke off his rib
Told his first born you will never be shit
The urban man
Ate his own erotic
The silicone chip
In his hand.
two blackened eyes
I was younger when I gripped my throat,
held my breath until my whole face turned cranberry-
capillaries bursting at my temples.
My teacher told me to stop,
the lack of oxygen to my brain
would affect my memory.
carrying the coffin -
says i'm a natural
my son won't stop decapitating
I kept trying to fix it
But honestly -
It felt better
When we both
With our boots.
moth wings melt like wafer in the mouth
blood moon sits on the night’s shoulder like a nectarine
acts of mercy are just like kissing-
the lacewings sulfating on the bug zapper are still
just like kissing.
david calogero centorbi presents,
THE FIRST DAY
god mixed existence with nonexistence
and swallowed all that is
then pissed it out
and called it eternity
i read your fucking story
is the most terrifying first line
to read in an email from someone
breaking a fifteen year silence
MAKES NO DIFFERENCE
the nights can get bad
when the empty bathtub
like a womb,
like a coffin.
i want you
to throat fuck me
becomes an option
mom having sex in the rain
She leads us outside
Stands under the rain streaming from a V in the roof
Removes her blouse, her pants, her underwear
Rotates slowly, arms outstretched
Rain streaming over her breasts, her stomach, her pubic hair
As the family watches
There was a part of me that still wanted to make you happy
even when you left me. I took it out into a field, early april
the grass was tall and the sky was blue and cloudless
and I shot it
Mopping up the floor
of a souvenir shop
for six euros an hour
while the radio is singing,
"A working class hero is something to be,"
on these bloody 12 hour days.
She pricks between the toes
so no one notices
some people don’t want to stop
I want to tell her it won’t keep the monsters away
But I just melt with her instead.
necromancy family share pack
how big does this hershey kiss
foil ball need to be
for you to be undead again
i'll keep going
just in case
monday is like a smoking habit you can't get rid of
The day tastes bitter and dry,
like a dark patch you see on the lips of a smoker:
blemishes of one last apology
half-settled at the tip of the vicious iceberg.
I remember when I stole cigarettes
from my childhood friend’s father
And when I sucked on them that night
It reminded me of Him
my ex's favorite poet
Your man T. S. Eliot claims that April is
the cruelest month. You left me in December
with nothing but the snow of windblown
drifts marking the emptiness between us
to soothe the burns that nearly consumed me.
What the fuck does T. S. Eliot know?
There's quite a view, a building space with arts studios, lights on, empty at night.
The empty is art. We rode up the elevator past the 13th floor that doesn't exist in this place. Where is the 13th floor? I feel sorry for it.
"My cancer is weird," she says. Says it with love.
Like it's something you can hold.