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Trying to Focus on the Hockey Game

Trying to Focus on the Hockey Game

Poetry
Tohm Bakelas
So much ass flab
and poorly implanted tits
shaking in my direction
shaking in my face
I tell the whores to fuck off
I tell them I’m not interested
only one complies and wanders off
she returns with wine for herself
and a beer for me
“I didn’t pay for that”
she says nothing, smiles, and
takes the seat next to me
we watch the game together
occasionally she places
her hand on my ...
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Coalition of The Disappointed

Coalition of The Disappointed

Poetry
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

Poetry
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

Poetry
Kofi Fosu Forson
.
A.
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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Gimmickry

Gimmickry

Poetry
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

Poetry
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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