Andrei Codrescu, Editor Laura Rosenthal; Contributing Editor Rex
Rose, Andrea Garland, Webmistress Rex
Rose, Webmeister INSIDE THE CORPSE POEMS APPLE
SKULLS THE BOOK OF J AND THE GENESIS REVIVAL MOCKING
BIRD RORSCHACHS FROM RAYBURN FOUR
PHOTOS THE
MIASMA, I A
MAN MISTAKING HIS EGO FOR HIS MOTHER A
CARTOON POEM FIVE
POEMS POEM LIMA
BEAN THE
MOON IN HIDING NIETZSCHEAN ANARACHY & THE POST-MORTEM
CONDITION POEMS DRINKING COCA-COLA ON RED ARMY STREET SLEEPWALKING THE
HOT AIR MACHINE MEDIA AS CULTURE: THE STATE OF THE FIASCO WHY
WRITE ABOUT THE RROMA? SUFFER
THE LITTLE CHILDREN EDISON'S
LAST BREATH CUSTOMER CONTACT, A Reality Poem |
præludium
in
all my fire of human becoming I
feel the earth breathe the spruce dreams of the palm the sage dreams of soft peach the
tree of unspeakable life I
rest my head * * * every amulet has a sex the winged emerald is my woman's body her
gentle green tears are shadowed as
I write into her * * * under
april moons I eat the fruits promised to autumn I am speaking from the heart you have it in the holes of your eyes songes
trickle your name setting off..................residua desiderata
illumines suicided stares.................rhomboid in
silver weather I fly always
on infinite shelving
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