20121227

Two POMES by Billy Bob Beamer


[these POMES originally appeared at http://ex-ex-lit.blogspot.com]
 
POME

plugstic bottlessssrehpent  supersluuuice
ergottree fin ite  fan  slob      berdownn
m I a t h tress regina coke waves bcerius
 slat fallpants turning inwarsh-ed bluoi
greeat ingsings porschibly farmished plot
yet to come. fur therepie dentsplate ovao
looktoth rust east flood hup   toavay   crean
by wonder pond helt winds ad varn-ish  tope
e at tohard to sen seit know it balke until staem
 
rags odorian flanes not quite firemun choutre ad  figthik
wenat momen tthink hangout tta Bflatto ye street fladebelow


 
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asnibtuse n utor obture.  less ness
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20121120

Excerpts from "Tragedie of Marks" by Volodymyr Bilyk

qweqweqweqwe - drama of going down into the ground. Cool and Blue.
asdasdsad - COmmentary on being there. Sitting desks from the birds point of view. But the bird is the plane.
asdasdasdww - Shock and Awe. Fingered. Marked in the shade.
asdasdasdsad - Homage to Roman Polanski and "What"
wqeqwe222 - There is a secret. But it lies in those dots. They're not.

An Experimental Comic by Florence B.

20121022

Three Poems by Adam Trawick



"brooding"

i,

by blood reading,

try drums and buy into its fabulous generation.

gunslingers only give
the mans' down beloved wrong idea,

running till clicks.

fingerprints and debris are tools.

hardly wooden stanzas
                                        , what at breath

for a think-skull
from which other pretty children keep nothing

                                        ; maybe a poem.

---

"Raven"

untouched is the black
within night
                         , splashing

to a nostalgic floor

                         on you

, if to it the latest mind knew convection. 


---

"love is where a blue chainsaw shit"

documenting hours' accidental teardrops
& going off to binge on a
fuck-load of fog cigarettes in hopes that
one might be a hiding collage
seeing where page pieces got uncovered
with victorian apathy;
deleted before someone sleeps in glass chaos.

these times that comment on blue-minded waistlines thank warhol.

breathe vermouth.
edit hard intention.

long were the pieces in that fraud month
of televised illusion.

riff the wild whole.
everything whole is a burden.
hours.
classes.
worship.
what this be is a heavy thing.

the thread moving these things splashes
pop-rendition. further juxtaposing importance.

have pride in kind sleep
where stars did tough the red hours
in an embrace of knuckles.

& now the blossoms buckle for
a poetry dream gone checkerboard.
where a vase is just hours of
babble-talk with no schemata
& sleep usually is a whisper.
spinning.
running.
abandoned.
tired as a vintage idea.
& not a teardrop falls when love nestles
tonight under a joy-blanket
where a blue chainsaw shit.

20120928

Two Poems by A. Lenkeit

I Find That Joke Offensive

Kill the moon people
Kill them all
Kill the moon people
Kill them all

Right on!


Mattress

lay in a bed of nails
close your eye to all imaginable things
this world, not made for, that 

20120924

Three Poems by Rachel Hyman

~

and
            it's
                        like
            you
finally
            under
                        stand              
            how
lucky
            you
                        really
            are                                                                                          
to
            have
                        had
            a
few
            great
                        heart
            breaks
.

~

i'm coming out from the general's house

like
            a
                        rabbit
                                    to
                                                the
                                                            fear
                                                            >>>
                                                            like
                                                a
                                    rabbit
                        to
            the
fear

like a rabbit to the fear.

~

& this cold old orbit never fails

this'llbethirtythreethousandfeetpersecondthirtyfivethousandfeetpersecondthirtysixthousandfeetpersecond
COMEIN
houston through orion standing by OVER
okay houston the moon is essentially grey
--been living there for four thousand years
--the name of the rabbit is not reported
you're writing the best world we can find

~