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 

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.

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