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Donald Lev
WAITING
for the other shoe to drop?
for the tide to rise or fall?
to reproduce itself beneath my breast bone?
so I won't have to wait alone.
Unhired, Unhinged
Derelict with a few poems in print.
Arms folded back bent,
Too suubborn to admit
I keep croaking, "Some of us
PAUL FERICANO
Dark in Winters On Road 88
this is noel's road
it is ten at night
and even though he has
consumed beer and rhine wine
we have no reason
to doubt him
Al has taken a valium to
get even with the
california arts counceil
and I seem to be stoned on
ice water crickets and visions of
nude women waiting in
corn fields
we walk like the three stooges
expecting at any minute
to be run over by some
cattle truck driving without
its lights on
noel takes a deep breath
smell that air he says
and rubs his chest
smells like sheep dip Al laughs
and where the hell
are we going he wants to know
but it doesn't matter
(I would like to explore a
corn field but nobody is
listrening)
our own forms cross
and we seem out of place but
unable to explain why
the night is rubbing off on us
feeling for one another with
every step as the
conversation turns to
alfalfa sprouts
the di prima invasion of
floating island
six foot women
alexander pope and future schemes of
living in costa rica or
silicy or duluth without
being noticed
road 88 slipos away from us
we find something in our art
enough to walk it back to
noels house
and keep going
Aleksey Dayen
FIRST MARRIAGE BLUES | |
S.A. GRIFFIN
Genius
a dangerous word
full of guilt and promise
often misunderstood
much less if ever
defined or fulfilled
there is genius in ignorance
more than one could ever design
into the hysterical awe and wonder
of the greatest bomb yet to be
or the mayhem of microscopic conclusion
franchised by the architects of fear
genius wears black
believes in the rubric crucible of death after death
rides the feral roller coaster of depression
arms raised high
and negotiates the ether of falling dreams
one foot in front of the other
with verse
calls history liar
and weeps openly over the most casual cliche
breathes art
bleeds light
befriends trees
and everything yet to know
wears the untrained hair of a nervous garden
and is learning to play Gershwin’s Rhapsody
on Picasso’s blue guitar
when walking into a room
most experience eggs, water, salt, sugar & flour
others taste cake