Three Poems by Johnny Vulpine

'hard boiled egg white

broke my no se 

i'm not dead anywhere 

but thought a nightmare

s  w  e  e  t  i  e'

'i show my hand 

and f e e l with it 

my         hand is 

hungry         and 

c h a r m i n g 

y  o  u  n  g  and 

maybe wonderful

your spine almost 

f l e w      /     o u t 

the wi     n    dow

and that's the way it is

your thought heaves

and my nose suspects

s  o  m  e  t  h  i  n  g'

'what   can   we 

do   with   a 

c   o   l   d 

h   o   u   s  e 

i don't care 

where we 

sleep'

Note: Johnny Vulpine and Ellen Flannery Major will be reading some material from their upcoming chapbook live via Ustream tonight at 10:00 P.M. EST. Tune in here.