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Coalition of The Disappointed

Coalition of The Disappointed

Kevin Higgins
We the undersigned wish to register
with you, the good people of the internet,
our disappointment
that our one time mentor-therapist-guru
with whom we have fallen
totally out of love,
appears to be dying
more slowly
than we the undersigned
would like.
Unmentionable now in the company
women of our status aspire to keep—
he once put us standing on high stages,
adjusted microphones for us,
got our names in the relevant
provincial newspapers,
and said ...
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Dancing Through the Flame

Dancing Through the Flame

J.D. Casey
wasting away with the day
inhibitions set free
with the night
you said you’d let me know
when the time
was right
but now you’re gone and I
feel invisible here
cold and alone ...
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Sa Voix Brisée, Blue Angel Singing War Songs

Sa Voix Brisée, Blue Angel Singing War Songs

Kofi Fosu Forson
Song for Clara. Dismiss the azimuth. Bear witness to the center
Where we spin on the axis of our true identity. Dissemination
Of love as disease. Puss fanatic drinking absinthe from shoe.
Horror in her eyes, she opens wide to let out a sound. Fetish!
Irony within the pelvis, an incision would produce incongruence.
A foetus. Club fascination of a hundred feet fighting is the hell
Enveloping the mind. Loud as an orgasm ...
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Patricia Walsh
Vomiting against the wind, hungover sacrosanct,
presenting itself through a badge of honour,
traipsing through the streets, a homely sight,
more surprises championed against growing up
sympathised through another disposition.
This goodly act, slighting for better entertainment,
what happens upstairs stays there, coffee aside,
working through swathes of imperfect manuscripts,
more worse then the other, never fathoming distance
infinite drafts slipping under scrutiny of same ...
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Unfuck Me

Unfuck Me

Lourdes Vega
I was found hospice. Force fed opiate and emptied of emotion
I coaxed catatonia, seducing it with my innate vulnerability.
I called the easiest escapade and he answered.
Man deserving nothing less than a bullet between the eyes, but somehow managing much more.
Lest our heads be dipped in sky, our hearts were on fire and bodies entwined.
Drowsy eyed
First thing Whisky, second hand smoke. It was languid play with a lighter in bare flesh.
Careless ...
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Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll (True Burlesque)

Confessions of a Wind-Up Doll (True Burlesque)

Peter Marra
There is always beauty in the hissing sounds.
The alternating camera speeds reveal a long-lashed woman;
touching experimental films, she has a forceful birth
to destroy Hollywood
a local documentary,
a psychodrama,
and a spectacle of
piano crashes—
so dramatic
in the cinema on King’s Highway in Brooklyn
three prostitutes wear clear vinyl dresses
comparing themselves to each other.
a purple keeper of her soul knows this:
that every girl wants the music
that every girl wants ...
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