looking out the window
a crashed alien spaceship
entangled in the branches
in a distant galaxy
an alien shares photographs
of their trip to Earth
waiting in line
to view the alien on display
from the crashed spaceship
Bio:
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Angelica Fuse- Three Poems
Fear to Tread
do not be
afraid to step
here child
the earth
whispers but
it seems neither
of them knew
the blast
that lay beneath
the recently
tilled earth.
Phosphorus
the way
they swoon
after him
you might
think
his junk
had its own
glow
as if he
is some
filthy mattress
angler fish.
Craven
some say
wicked
some say
misunderstood
I say licking
the earth
in desperation
a mad dog
with wild eyes
less evil
more a force
of nature.
Alan Catlin- Two Poems
Abominable Snowmen
Only
abominable
snowmen
walk
here
this
night
stamping
their
frozen
heavy
booted
feet as
they
come
rubbing
their
cold
reddened
hands
breathing
the
still
dead
air
No one
ever
sees
their
double
X'd
eyes
Not
even
the
barman
Ojo Taiye- A Poem
GOODBYE II
Goodbye to those
soft hands
Hands that are care
craft
Hands that are cologne
of comfort
Hands that wipe rains
from the
trenches in my river
beds
Hands that throttle the
empty space
in my skin
Hands that are open
clouds
Goodbye to those smiles
Smiles that are birds
flying and flying
in my forest
Smiles that are eternity
rings
Smiles full of waters
Goodbye to those secret
haunts
nights lost in trees
when sickle twirl and
whirl through
high canopies
John Pursch- A Poem
John
Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of the Net,
his work has appeared in many literary journals. A collection of his
poetry, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/
Probability Lozenge
Somewhat immaterial due to the
proliferation of time drugs in this quadrant, star field slips by in pebbled
onslaught of folding secondhand news, crushing distant thunderclouds in frosted
futurity of burbled insects.
“High-eye, Capstan!” salutes the
commodious odoriferous loitering remnant of our foisted mate, O’Silly O’Shea
Candiru O’Sire-us, father of Maundy a folding charioteer.
Indeed, that would make this
Capstan’s Flog, Star Delay irrelevant or at the verily yeasty totally
illegible, ineligible for fodder stumps, SoCal seclusion fees, maniacal married
cardigans, fleeced mechanics, gloved handicappers, prosthetic limburger,
sneezed eruption tetanus ponds, or faintly glorious pastures. Indeed, whodunit
is also a smutty point, moldy and snooty, wad with all hands Velcroed to the
deck, all dealings relegated to parity dumping corns.
Oh, to have feisty knees against
the slinky narrow swans, equipping shoveled sailors with these dazed and
kumquat reproved probationary jargon freaks gone silently into amorphously
abrogated cotton sheets!
Dateline Hominy Lulus doze attack
to screw up a toga three times a lackey? Sol depends on stellar gramophones in
orbit surround Upper Disco, sand known once art yelling data smooch of
anything, cleavin’ the zero-g fling emissary apple crux-spin wedge sweet
noodlings fine them shelved. Sag in, hit all schemes to comely town to these
daze. Sand noon when nose mulch about-face value chronology under more.
“Nod me,” gurgled many a junky,
phlegm big bad bony behind.
A lone bird flies by in southern
space, bashfully unaware of impish endless rerun dimes. Poor Effluent Decatur
Rosily-Felt, erstwhile dilapidated rhododendron, leg awl cooed paternal
unguent, he’s one thirsty mane from bling so valuable as to slake his unwhetted
veterinary surgeon’s most shellfish whistle stop tourniquet for heavier donut
leprechauns. Narrower bums cackle and tease the unprecedented sleeper scar in
habituated jewelry mode, sawing off the alpine inequity what hovers just below
the furry ceiling of low-cropped cumuli in subtle depravation.
“Fly, fly, Capstan Coke!” I
filially virally scotched the surd, meaning seizure we opinion ship or sad sale
fur spurts unrobed.
“Stall abed foul!” Eye cry,
squirting turtledoves from annuli in sodden insurrection, quaking coldly
slobbered saliva drowning skinny slippery tanned and tidal dumpling landfill
exegetes.
“Lotta execrable quotidian escrow
data in themed tarheels,” Kabuki Clem remarks nightly causal out of time-trap
slush, just wading down decadal duodenum all inter-swirly on me. “Yippity
buzzsaw, Idle scupper yer riding nut clean offal into fanned lethal pumping
groin hefty skiff me swan mere chant!”
Eye-eyeful-torpedo-cower, it’s
slovenly fairly too warm him or sandy manta or seven Santas fir matted
flatulence. Sigh mien ewe chest cramped hall oft hound lop cough immense
technicolor weird out a swarming, canny? Occurs knot, a cursive nod, a Corsican
knob, occultation jellyroll probability lozenge.
“Are we prehistorically ratiocinate?”
Kabuki sacks all knowledgeable disco horse machines, swaddling beans leapt from
hysterical Dearth to smeared inviolate lime tines.
“So rack your limbs, sit on
bestial icon glue, slurry too sway,” Eye fined my shelf fiercely sputtering in
mast-limit lounge act. Shallow copter floats by in thuggish atmosphere, means
we mustard on reentered phlegm slow Dearth obituary colloquy.
“Tat’s wad crude can
tergiversation wheel get ewe!” Kabuki cackles, faking his fistula, serrating
unto thyme release.
Eye slam on emergent seals,
porpoise leash bet necked accessory, paltry of nanoseconds to spire, scathing
the crude ship aforementioned slump wherewithal duo buoy pone rewax. Cowed
mangy stagecoach tires dude yawn ding Kabuki’s gunner go through, dime-shopping
phlegm wan legacy too an altered? Show lung wheeled pea bay furor heel reel
eyes tare alley daze aim?
Pet thyme hasp known capsule suit
reverence hear oar ant he wears, morphed mat chatter; Kabuki huff sallow
steeples nose’s disk. So, yeah, covered horse he’s jest eschewing hem solve,
looting surround galactically, shucking cup marked data, melee bleat heaven fun
schmoozing fancy pull-nuts watt are weed-ink sprouting distance, riven sprain
pans all a sprocket imp and loadie dingle angle goop dialing sound auric why
haze.
Ananya S. Guha- A Poem
Nightly Dreams
grandmother said she was psychic
or, my brother said soSaturday, May 14, 2016
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