13.
Half-woman, half-flower hybrid
~MISH~
*
12.
This Pain Requires An
Audience
A
dozen fetishists, you must convince,
salivating
over evidence in
these
basement dungeons, living rooms each wince,
whine,
wail his single tail whip exhumes men
decomposing
beneath unbroken skin — some
extorted
their way in. Some thrust inside
a
pink unenforceable door become
too
many corpses your pelvic floor can’t hide
in
wicked worlds that spread you wide
like
he does now to show them you are wet
inside
not just with tears or Astroglide,
gang
bangs in veins you must bloodlet/forget.
This
pain will require a visible scar.
This
pain seeks witnesses to all you are.
~Kristin Garth~
~Kristin Garth~
*
11.
Safeword
Something
the swingers never heard — your lips
delivering
a safeword. Dropped it, soon
as
you would cry as if single tail whips
require
an alibi. Emotion hewn
from
fucking dolls they shaped — lasering hair,
formed
pallid cunt landscapes — explorable
by
any man without pretense of care,
understanding
its unendurable
to
hide away this pain. Until a woman
sees
into you and makes it plain, restrained
against
a wooden frame, she will summon
unburdening
until you cannot refrain
from
raging, though it’s mutiny you know
to
be human inside of this sex show.
*
10.
Island in a Stream
she
couldn't breathe
rendered
spellbound
when she
recognized his wooden face
the crazy
in her twinkled
and
tantalized the dead
back to
life
she
couldn't mistake
that
hindered glitter
in his
trapped look
he
remembered details
and
finally fit them all together
with his
raised-flag pinocchio snout
in the air
was it
panic or excitement
reflected
in this eye contact?
she wanted
him to feel intimidated
and to
feel as insignificant as she
did
swooning
still in the presence
of this
ridiculous old prig
would it
never end?
her pulse
zoomed
and her
loins leapt about like popping corn
she felt
soggy like an over-
buttered
bread butt end
under the
crust was just mush
a reverie
of their shared
cyber
debauchery made her step dizzy
she had to
brace
herself
against her locker
until it
passed
he was on
his way to teach class.
~Jennifer L. Behling~
*
9.
Hair raising story
~MISH~
*
8.
Fleshlight Jesus
just the tip
into the fleshlight Jesus
the tip into the fleshlight
Jesus tip into the
fleshlight Jesus
tip into fleshlight Jesus
tip into Jesus
into Jesus
into
ONE LAST TRICK
We
were expecting him
to
pull a rabbit out of his hat.
So
was he apparently.
Imagine
his surprise
when
an adder slid out
of
that topper of his,
bit
him on the hand.
Crying
out in pain,
he
stumbled into
his
“vanishing box”
but
then tottered out again.
He
reached out
to
his pretty assistant.
She
handed him his saw.
He
lashed wildly
in
all directions,
really
did cut her in half.
Then
he crashed to the floor
as
aces, scarves, boiled eggs
and
a bunch of flowers
spilled
from the pockets
of
his coat.
Someone
screamed,
“This
is not an act.”
But
not as loud
as
the ones who thought it was.
~John Grey~
*
6.
6.
After
Life
Dead
souls rasp
sandpaper
tongues
against
my eardrums
at
night. In this house,
ghosts
walk upside-down
across
the ceiling,
in
the crevices
behind
cabinet doors,
gurgling
through pipes
under
the floor.
Someday
our voices
will
dance together,
making
music
scraping
our hind legs
together
like dead
crickets
chirping
in
the moonlight.
~Sonia Beauchamp~
*
5.
*
5.
Black hole sunflower
*
4.
4.
To
Be Continued
I
pass shuttered stores
decayed
buildings
crumbling
streets,
and
see so many bleak faces
I
fear for the future
of
my struggling society.
Then
a kind person says:
“Good
morning.”
Flowerpots
decorate
a
crumbling tenement,
glorious
colors
lifting
drab spirits
and
I am reminded
that
we may continue.
~Gary Beck~
~Gary Beck~
*
3.
3.
Yawning dog
*
2.
2.
WHIRLED AWAY
cast
adrift
just
out there
it
floats
lays
about
with
eyes closed
takes
another sip
of
coffee
turned
up
it
floats
faster
to
the same
lack
of place
1.
Monster magnolia
