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

ITEM #0107: Since it was born blind, crippled and devolving, as the offspring of Saul and Saudi's constantly breaking necks, Aleppo cannot change its spots, nor its dots and dashes, nor even its ladders for halos_anon, divined anyway by consensus realities sacked from Europe, where the human hand rests upside-down, mechanically groping the highrise Purdah of its own silicon henge. Observations terminate at its very gaze. In the blackness is the stopped stunt clock of Lilith, but attenuated, as Quang Duc, finally extinguished by FDNY, using spermbank Pepsi Max. Simultaneous and connascent, Russia's pyrrhic bomb breathes life into a slue of commemorative victory vampires at the fat wet fart of its own Disney detonation. (Prior to this, only a drive-thru funereal ur-tradition of science and scenery; all cut, paste and meaningless, merely for the IRKr, for the SIMPLE VEXATION.) Why these contaminations of caucasian chalk and cheese, then? Why these hits upon poon? Why all these anal reverses towards the slit backside of the Sun? 'You die for nothing', one voice says, 'but only after you survive a helium Hindenburg, as Pye R Pollyanna, as a date-donkey, as fodder for their slithers of preset. Your brain-drain is itself recalled as a sexual minority, devoid of natural offspring. In the real world, for instance, Birmingham, Alabama, arranges its official dead as mistletoe, for the spit and the abyss. Best love your headstone while you can, and for its own sake, as a fortress to forget'. Another counters with images of politicians pushing buttons. One sequence depicts Hyksos the Dysteleologist, with his trouser oedipi, singing to shipwreck the word's last faithful volunteer. The middle-ground comes in a surfeit of sizes, all called road-maps, via carrier waves with rotating teeth. Meanwhile, Haemo-Assad, a kind of chutzpah of baby vowels impaled upon a CGI swordfish, twitching like a flag in damp fog, a fussy-eater of only depo provera, makes the sign of the cross over a valley of bones. 

t.s. Khasis

-curva sud-

nimic nu părea mai important:

ne treceam mîinile

prin blana corei

în timp ce fratele tău înota.

speram să învăț și eu într-o bună zi,

acum nu mai vreau,

cred că rîul e de vină.

nimic nu părea mai important

decît ficțiunile noastre

lucind la suprafața apei

și o voce îmbătrînită undeva, după

gardul de ciment:

rămîi acolo nu încerca să te ridici.

ne-am ridicat, cora a sărit peste

dar nu era nimeni acolo

și nici nu va fi vreodată.

în 12,luna viitoare

o să-ți urmăresc curul dispărînd

într-un avion suplu & elegant;

vei lua totul,curul tău va lua totul.

                            -        lion –

-mi se rupe,i-am zis.mi-am petrecut întreaga noapte

încercînd să-mi dau seama cum te pot recupera.

cei patru meri din curte vor deveni proiecțiile absenței tale.

-nu te cred,aberezi,e un obicei.în timp ce veneam

către casă vorbeam cu el în cap și eram fericită,

mereu vorbesc cu el în cap cînd sînt singură.

-despre ce?am întrebat eu.

-despre pizza,cornuri cu ciocolată,chiar și despre papa de la roma.radiez

-ești sigură?viața e un vis,a zis li po.

-doamne,ce bou ești,ai grijă ce visezi.li po al tău

era bețiv?

-da.

-mi-am închipuit eu.vorbești cu el în cap?

-cîtedată .rîdem și închinăm și privim un munte de cutii goale.

i-am povestit despre tine și despre fiica noastră.a fost impresionant.

s-a auzit poarta și a intrat poștașul,ne-a studiat în tăcere 3-4 secunde,

apoi a lătrat un cîine,a mieunat o pisică,a ciripit o pasăre.

-ești nebună,i-am aruncat,complet nebună.

-iar ești bou.am auzit că pe ăștia ca tine trebuie să-i pui

într-o barcă în mijlocul pacificului și să-i lași acolo. 

Lewis Gesner

More Epithets

the shapes you take they are the bait songs it was “all he could do” to not keep pressing the button more than once, and nonessential things with the paste from your joints like that time you fired up the kiln crying or laughing, both of which can come in a cluster of sounds the heel end of a thought grown fuller on a separate parallel has been a fresh arrival continually a pad formed from the congealed cool competes against the slavish wrinkling was it not him, who stood up and said, it is me take that one out of the field, with its warm, lax attitude and I for one had only hallucinated my consciousness wants a vision of and a completion of your portside misanthropic crash tilde students falling off slapping in the sea finish approaching is much as the stressful landing unloading the valued cargo before sinking has sneezed after many times but never lost at the momentary shock of ditching weaving in and out cleared of emphasis wakens the mind to provisions of shredded pork and chicken if you have been tested but unable to pack any faster and this screwdriver has sentimental value however unable to will it think along the lines of these old style vegetables, from original seed you can find them folded into pages of the yellowed book of pranks, the outhouse read deflection into emotion, breaded fish, ready sod, phosphorescent saturation, peaceful, creaking night in the canopy here, the pictured labor, and the knobs you have sent by slow transport if not, more plots, more cul de sac born in the long hours from dew drops, spiral supernatural, who rent these out with mystic bills someone hand glazed my expression twice so needs to throw off, again childhood and the wanderer in memory tinkling solitude scheduled you more doomed vats maybe he wants to go along the path if they wander in now I will send them back without sauce or grain not that I am, but quickly cover up psychic stone cast and the pillow fluff as too can’t count on a supportive crew concerning the small expert movements of the hands in this is supernatural, watery eyed and incumbent nasal touch plates for the door rear views are mounted but there is no additional guarantee of safety in witnessing the slip of paper drew my attention, there was a nearby tire mark, and what might have been the skin of a grape one has to do with the use of Zoology as an index system, while another is the reminder of the unknown gratuitous stomping in a process of a street walk has reasoned with the money’s terms of occultation uncontrolled rendering all day trancing you can’t know it from within it misidentify every note is bartered in the church high technical swivel searched for facial strain marks show to throbbing course of history to the smoothness lack of crease involves it to a beach curse high share-off of the microphone handle curse now three twists on the grope rope went beyond the learning to incorporate the internal before eclipsing the sun body banners and fatigue of tracing your desire into muscle memory residual laments to the case embark of those return to earth flat eared corns, cartoon likes to practice with your tendon out of size as far as I concern, as far as you can flush away teams of grill plants will respond out of dust mites, mastery but in the present company pleasantly the things considered already antique but I will eat the old and moldy when we breaketh the bread that leagueth with the phlegm stirred to the case of the unfortunates at the connector to the bridge of ram skins noodles in buckets and chimes together ringing apart for separate off-sink holidays, retreats in fountain gorges saddle stirrup spike heel spur the rides on sod grass clumps, remind the snake it’s sleeping, coat your tongue can’t find the money to buy a proper lure said yes I know, it’s kind of fake lunch boxes and bribery at the fence, over a blue shirt this grid is better than no picture at all attractive distortions and recoupments the dissipating condensation where the newly steam in the breeze some one particular forged by corrupted postcards flinches at every throb as such you were promised a poisoned rainbow sallow, carnival mixed, pipe instruments in the circus and purple spots unison crashing, cataleptic cymbals beat, power hoses wash and I think it could only happen in a cartoon management if you watch carefully for a day where the metal plates meet, you might catch a glimpse of some mirage waves even though synced to our blink, there are usually two to three error or miscalculations per hour, though it randomly occurs that these take place as well within the blink by chance emotionally, the experience is flat for the duration, but for these caught moments, of recognition, the illusion on the stage

John M. Bennett

William Kovacs