weeks pass in flickered streetlight gazing, non-stop vacuum hologram delight
beneath unconscious tunnel doors in ecstasy’s believer troll conundrum
alleyways of thought spillage, glossed to baying nudie lifers bent by waterway
seclusion into placement ovaries, soon to be rejected; shouts of handcuff
fistulae and blending missed poor tuner tease reactions dotting highball
misconstrual fees in satchel underarm theatrics, squashing offshore tankard
semblance cookie hikes to daylight river gratings.
tumbles weightless from compartmentalized tundra thoughts to bleed-through
desecration’s hair bubble grafting kit, shoveling lungs from lobot headquarters
to filigreed insane recliner ash heaps, aft of teleported zucchini arms.
Situational broth brews to teapot regulation froth release, slipping threshold
loops of augury to bilious stare-down freckle emoters, compounded wryly with
cold stupor drooling fowl.
bucks the ship to Mach a-zillion’s overnight refusal pantry, wigs to MJ-23 on
largely spurned inactive arcs of sapience identified with carbuncular reset
queens, nullifying suit bag fuel interrogation tricks remembered by a slew of
lusty lossage flecks, now floating uninhabited, just interstitial grist aweigh
to blimey ticks of wacky cloaking denture theft.
far behind in time luck slowing, motion capers exhume her filial resemblance to
homunculi, numbed much later by eschatology’s salivated tendon chewers, dining
on brush palace axes of aged disco quacks and queening stratagems in bubbled
pawn shop neuroses. She giggles through time goggles, calling entourage
suffusion pelf, dredging deep-store Puntagain revival tryst semantic fists, per
EBGB-88’s encapsulated loom.
persona dust in Terran Hoagie dishrag sparks, foil explodes in mental
dislocation starch of LL-1’s presumptive symbolism, blasting lingual fervor
with convergent disrepute from alien foreknowledge gunship whores in stack
trace helicopter wallflower spume, descending into Your Nuke’s satiated pinball
strip, below Groin Zorro tunnel faction berth.
crying grime from punctured disco free-for-failing rapprochement required in
dusty lusty L.A. zoo depriver’s reprobate incendiary pylon quilt,” Lola
chuckles, thinking parallel contusions into sawed-off landing’s final trundle’s
hyperspace emergence fit.
we grapple louvered contour cramming proxy windy stallions, trendy floor
suction into folding tranquil ideation trough complete,” a voiceless
thought-secreting tower infuses from bot elastic’s shaven modal prying bower.
in stellar dynamism, tube bedeviled with cinch pros,” she formally responds,
begins the wander blech to preset prescience of current active pinstriped
Everything was obliterated by the nuclear destruction of earth
at 23.10 as predicted. Warnings on Earth for civil disobedience
were ignored. There are no survivors - Repeat - There are no
time for exploration -
an unmanned light space shuttle -
a soft breath of wind
Les Merton enjoys writing Sci Fi poetry. Most recently he has been
published by: Star*line, and scifaikuest magazines. He is
the author of 20 titles and the editor of Poetry Cornwall which he founded in
Bio: Jeffrey Park's poetry has
appeared most recently
in Danse Macabre, The Rainbow Journal, In
Parentheses, and the science fiction anthology Just One More
Step from Horrified Press. A native of Baltimore, Jeffrey
currently lives in Munich, Germany, where he works at a private secondary
school. Links to all of his published work can be found at www.scribbles-and-dribbles.com.
May has haiku published in Haiku Journal, Three Line Poetry,
Poetry Quarterly, Inclement Poetry, Twisted Dreams Magazine, Vox
Poetica, Eskimo Pie, Icebox, Dark Pens, Daily Love, Leaves of Ink, The
Blue Hour Magazine, The Camel Saloon, Kernels, Mused - the BellaOnline
Literary Review, Writer’s Haven, Dead Snakes, Danse Macabre – An online
literary magazine, High Coupe, A Handful of stones, Lyrical Passion
Poetry E-Zine. Haiku will soon appear in The Germ, Every Day Poets and
7x20 magazine. She has reached The Heron’s Nest consideration
stage twice and the Chrysanthemum consideration stage once. Haiku is
published weekly on Haikuary. She is working on her first haiku
He wondered just when the world became
A realm of machines with cold-blooded voices
That guided him through the self-service lines
Scolding him if he dared to make a mistake
They seemed to have risen in the dead of night
To greet him as he boarded the morning bus
To announce each stop so he wouldn’t forget
Where he was going if his mind wandered
It was as if he was still but a child
Needing the guidance of a strict teacher
Telling him when he pushed the wrong button
When he tried to ask for the person in charge
But over time he seemed to stop caring
And blindly obeyed his invisible masters
As he learned how to program his every move
So that even his dreams were to do what was told
Bio: Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.
We watched the distant stars
becoming more distant.
What we saw was years apart
from this moment.
And I wondered aloud about
death and all her shattered hour glasses.
A man spoke
of an infinite drive,
of traveling, light with light,
for some unknown amount of time,
and yet still: dead.
Somewhere our illuminating past
could meet another's bright future.
Reflections of moments lost
had never seemed much darker.
I watched and wondered to myself,
"Who else has lived and seen us then?"
And I watched and wondered,
"When will it end?"
(Previously published in "Quantum Poetry Magazine")
Michael Atreides Lair lives and writes in Springfield, Missouri.