Speculation | Edgar Law
Reach search
scratch in the restless dark
find the small opening
make a go at a guess
embark on your journey.
read poetry
I've Done It | Tempest Brew
In case you
could not
tell by a flash
of lightning
the vivid cackle
I’ve done it
made my monster
after all.
Bugged | Alan Inman
There is a socket
docket bug wired
tapping into brain
Feeding me all the data
from slopes and days
and loves and years
Just jostle the stem
that holds the information
and it will settle down
like a fine sharp snow.
Quirk | HR Creel
That fragmentary
pyramid feature separating
common scuffling rags
from golden loving robes.
Ananchronism | Ananya S. Guha
Anachronisms happen
when history,
time and space
are inverted, and
the calendar moves
anticlockwise.
Autopsy Report | Stan Morrison
No amount of hand sanitizer
Can create a surfeit of clean
And disguise the dying flesh
Bronzer and a comb-over
Can’t cover the decay inside
You are a very Narcissus
Papa’s little pride and joy
You’ve prove to us plebeians
Wealth doesn’t define success
Status isn’t a sign of intelligence
Metal People | Susy
The audience of metal people, is anyone distraught?
No one has tried a mask. No one has tried a thought.
The tears unshed.
All faces dead, a sort of metal rot.
To make a sound, to make a frown, I tried from up above. But, gaping eyes without surprise,
Emerged
A haunting joke.
This audience of metal, a gathering of rot,
The yellow stain of many.
A noise
I can’t
Forgot