Tiberiu Giucă

t.s. khasis

38.

în vagonul 426
am dat de nevasta lui
li po,
nevasta la care 
li po
a sperat atît de mult.

s-a asezat pe bancheta din fața mea
și a desfăcut o pungă
cu bomboane.
treceam prin sinaia.
bomboane roz.

ta-ca-dam ta-ca-dam

cea mai bună solutie
împotriva alcoolismului
e să rămîi
beat.

a luat o bomboană,
îi urmăream privirile
ratacite printre crestele
munților.

sergiu,îți lipsește curajul,
l-am auzit pe fredy
culcat pe culoarul dintre banchete,
ai freza marilor generali romani
și te caci pe tine de frică.

ta-ca-dam ta-ca-dam

nu ai cerut nimic de la viață,
doar te-ai prefăcut că vrei ceva.
pisha:
-te-au lăsat toți să-ți faci damblaua.

pe la bușteni lumea parea perfecta.
tînăra soție a lui li po
s-a ridicat și s-a îndreptat
către veceul c.f.r.
m-am gîndit
s-o urmez și să-l imit pe ted bundy,
dar am rămas la locul meu,lîngă fereastră,
am desfăcut o doză
și mi-am ales o casă din bușteni
în care am pus
un cățel mecanic și-un poster cu luna.

Casey Bush

SECOND PUBERTY

               
                “The tragedy of sexual intercourse

                Is the perpetual virginity of the soul.” – WB Yeats

During the earliest millennium

Premature aging was noted

Among eunuchs of Egyptian pharaohs

Just as castration of roosters

Leads to atrophy of their red combs

Mystery of aging hidden within the scrotum

It was the Greeks who established that the difference

Between the gods and mere mortals was in the cajones

A fact bemoaned by a besotted Apollo

Too inebriated to properly get it up

While Zeus gathered Rocky Mountain oysters

Consuming a steady diet of bull testicles

In preparation for the rape of Europa

In the heroic Age of Exploration

Conquistadors driven by visions of gold

And sexual enslavement

Falsely pursued their futile quest

To the ends of the Earth

Seeking eternal life in a perpetual New World

Until Ponce de Leon had to be satisfied sipping

An aphrodisiac tea drawn from the Bahamian love vine

Phytogenic substitution for his illusive Fountain of Youth

Still today in our fading patriarchal age

Leather clad geezers straddle motorcycles

Rattling their balls on the way to the saloon

So that they might exercise a death grip on the pool cue

Destined to sink an eight ball in the side pocket

Dreaming of the climatic ocean sunset

Observed from a clawfoot bathtub

Old codger with his dewy gland

Waiting for the prescription to kick in

Hoping to stay out of the emergency room

With a hard on that just won’t stop

Even after the fatal cardiac arrest.

Paul A. Toth

Corporeal Punishment

insomnia's disquietude

proves the hanging judge

the jury hung dead on its decision

the word on its lips

consonant, obscene

the physician's diagnosis

survives at last all scrutiny

the molested man convicts himself

violates his body as it ceases to exist

his priest and therapist swearing oaths

to Sartre, God and de Beauvoir

the essence of nonexistence

the constellated philosophies

the planetarium that domes

a nightmare copulation

full of blessed pomposities

and even Jean Genet is blushing

as they finger you in darkness

with proof to show you owe

the debts they accumulate

as they thread you with their seeming

stitchery of baby blankets

in the switchery of their roles

confabulating your prosecution

until you confess against yourself

well, it's over now and there's nothing

but the calculation with which it all began

the books cooked and boiling in your brain

speaking of ontology

by which the authors mean

your lack of right to be

DEGU SEZ

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Anthony Donovan

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