J.J. Campbell

no one gets to ride the unicorn without paying the fee

 
dance naked in the
neon glow
 
everyone can get
high
 
not everyone gets
to survive the fall
 
the great ones will
have you believe
this wonderful
utopia is right
beyond that ridge
 
the rest of us
understand there
is evil in every
dip in the valley
 
remember the lost,
haunted eyes
 
broken spoons
instead of sea
shells
 
a coup with just
one bloody needle
 
no one gets to ride
the unicorn without
paying the fee
 
god isn’t even a
fucking concept
on these streets
 
thankfully, my child
was aborted before i
ever had the chance
to think of a name

Marc Carver

A Boat Afloat

there she goes
the one with the big booty
around and around she goes
like nothing else or no one else.
I find that with all women
none are the same as another one
perhaps that is why I want them all
even at the same time would be good
we could live in a skyscraper
that touches the clouds but with all the doors and walls knocked out
like a giant car park
or a giant ark floating on the endless sea.
Just me and my girls and all that love to keep us afloat

Michael D. Goscinski

yoga

for years
i laughed at the yoga people
the weird contortions
rapid breathing
clothing
foam bricks
monotone instruction videos
and mats
all to feel better and relieve stress
but that all changed one day
in the walk-in closet

i swear this was the longest
period any woman
had ever had
one for the record books
the lack of sex
driving me insane
i couldn’t take it anymore
i attacked her in the closet
fortunately
she grabbed a rolled-up yoga mat
for us to fuck on

what we did in there
could best be described
as team yoga for nudists
with positions such as
the doggy, the plough, and cum cobra
when we finished
i noticed the puddles of fresh blood
on the now speckled yoga mat
and realized it had worked
i was now relaxed, free of stress,
and anxiously awaiting my next
yoga session

Marc Carver

Sitting on the Dock of the Bay

I listened to Otis on the radio
yelled out the song as people came past
must have  thought I was some kind of lunatic
but I did not care
the way I have always not cared
even when I was at rock bottom
some people do not get up
but day after day
up I get like the man off the cross
nothing can stop me

Benjamin Blake

Exhumer

Why must I dig up the bones of the long dead?
Fall face-first into graves opened like ulnar arteries?
Pry open the cellar door
And let these corpses stumble out
Into the morning light?

Tombs are sealed for good reason
And unmarked resting places
Should stay that way

But the folly
Of the loins and the heart
Never learns a thing
And tonight, I have a taste
For almost-forgotten flesh

Ben John Smith

Art

Art is trying to use a burning
cream
To sooth a wound
You can’t see

A wound very close to where
You shit from

Art is the burn that the cream
Leaves when none of your
Ailments are soothed

Art is a very funny lie
You use to be insane.

To get away with what you can.

Art is a burning asshole.

 

Christopher P.P. White

I Have a Problem

I just can’t help myself.
I know that her pussy is under
That pencil skirt, Trimmed and pure
And slightly clammy,
But I just have to sit here
And listen to her explain
The benefits of depositing
My money into saving accounts
Or investments.
All I can think about is
Investing time in depositing
Something of mine
Inside her.
Fucking hell—
I have a problem.

Gwil James Thomas

Oarfish

Able to
foresee
the
impending
doom,
your
curious
beauty
rarely seen
by the
human eye –
whilst
experts
believe
that you
live
long
and
largely
enjoyable
lives.

Oarfish,
tonight
I’m at
the
shore
in my
bathers,
with
a bottle
and a
blunt –
my friend
we’ve
got
a lot to
talk
about.