Succubus Blues
Jim Behrle
Little remains sacred in the rapid fire of Jim Behrle's Succubus Blues, a stunning whirlwind fueled by poetic ferment, media excess, sexual frustration, and food.
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Adjunct Blues
See why this guy is tingling all over
This is the first humiliating step
In a long journey that will turn me
Into something unbearable
And while you were sleeping we ate
Your taco / Prose poem gets your rocks off
I got off with a warning
Do a pirouette / Hips out in purple novenas
Makes your ears pop / Semen-flavored snapple
The brightness no one is relying on
Shake of Corrine / Contempt shall sustain
Me all my days / Eviscerated in
Afternoon death rays / Wings tangled
In an expulsion from paradise
We’re just barely hanging on
Muscles contracting / I’ll fax my boss
Get you those launch codes
Roseland
Dana Ward
From Cincinnati to Maui—a lush, chapbook-length poem by the inimitable Dana Ward.
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From Roseland
SO, apostate meet-cute with
feelings.
Cheered
by a well-spring of wood-fired ovens
waiting on
sumptuous derelict longing
enfeebled by an excess of sun there's no way out—
SO, the one thing I'll say about Capital is
I want to feel
the pall-bearer's hands
start to break when they lift up the living.
Eight glass hours
shatter in my glands
the twenty hour work day
the thirty hour work day
in the summer of the candy-cane road inside the 'O', road
not going to Roseland.
Necco Face
Michael Carr, Jess Mynes & Aaron Tieger
Necco Face gathers collaborations, remixes, one-offs experiments, and other work by these three poets, written between 2003 and 2007.
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From R rabblement
Neuter his toil enable a tragic
home amass dune tearing
Void a dram after flow or magic
cocoon detail different
the rendered note assure fragile
Opiate chintzy pompom tuft
lopping aversion does in stead chaste
a sad pose in alliance revealed
Persons personage pleases to topple past
jewels one gunning return
souvenirs lent towards incanting dread
Don’t murder the breeze
permit indebted level headedness
From Bravo Two Zero
The bolt crashed
home, got to have a grasper.
The blindfold & handcuffs
everything was comfy.
There was no reply, no sign
of wreckage, I didn’t
worry. If you vomit your
pouches & buttons muzzle,
Aunty Nell, one hand cuffed
to a damage assessment,
why do you have gold?
The ruperts’ greed. My silk
escape map – the best time
to escape is as soon
as possible. It was
a wonderful feeling.
The Collected Typos of Aaron Tieger
Similar to automatic writing, The Collected Typos tap into an unconscious lexicon, in which the familiar and the unexpected are portmanteaud into startling clarity. Tieger has found a generative form in the typo; as his note on the text states, "Accidents are not omissions."
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From The Collected Typos of Aaron Tieger:
reputatin
fricvolous
cinsmuption
eruptatin
umt
pok
this nar spoinds rat
tous
asmelled
uncertain tie
wit ha cancellatin
firday
glodd
