not by Lisa Jarnot
James Joyce-shaped reverence
would pigeons hedgehogs chocolate climb
yarn and purple
At mile upturned
near spectacles lifting
up birds rounded
my material murmurs
Joi de human day
I hosted possums
Francais is under pass unleashed
if it is black.
 
 

not by Lisa Jarnot
That eater bandying:
First do right
First set things
First know people
Then see right.
 
 
 
 

Sara Mumolo
Mayan calendar,
2012.
III
Us, freaking a snake
procedural cliffs.
Lighthouse, whose man noises
with math, ease persistence.
Expired models, our magnitude tufts
a puffin apprehensive to dive.
Take our wing-beat cadence
file its pause under animals of sea.
Quality leisured
in just being of real-time
Our plumage loses
luster in air-spaces of temporal bone.
 
 

Dustin Williamson
pocket observations poke cherub
we sink the shore to take bath in blight
skimming oars over sunken cars
spent allowance on busted kites
the language we leave to serve as constant
the math we use to remind of dream failure
bitter pillow borrows black water
not cartoon w/ cartoon pirates but canteen w/ real cola
torn color w/ fades insecure cicadas
rub energy run faithful kept flowing clover flower
over fake superpowers still sore from using
pulled spokes from wheel replaced w/ solid ego
ideas discussed call back into void
where we came from & toward which we go
w/ the egg that grew into an outlaw
out from a bosom better known as two tits
 
 

Dustin Williamson
I just have to look at you, brinking on & off,
looking through glassed eyes
at various gasses rising from specific locations
along the East River, which I’m riding over
or was sometime ago
repeating my diction w/ a different syntax,
a caper in mind & you in mind w/ it.
I’d like to exhaust your experiences
before moving on & having to consider my own,
which are exhausting in their lack of experience,
as in I’ve done very little worthy
of committing to the memory of a paper trail
or a string of email correspondences
made w/ friends made out of convenience
who have briefly made you happy,
or at last less un-happy w/ brevity
& our contributions toward it
mostly not faking my way through us
and our horribly human take on things.