Art class, 1972. A reversal of the usual arrangement one should add.
Ben Giles
Serge Barbeau
pineapple pants all day erry day.
// Moreover, The Moon —-//
Face of the skies
preside
over our wonder.
Fluorescent
truant of heaven
draw us under.
Silver, circular corpse
your decease
infects us with unendurable ease,
touching nerve-terminals
to thermal icicles
Coercive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
our every corpuscle become an elf.
Mina Loy
—
-Valeria Lazareva
—// Squashed nerves//
My skin hurts.
It burns, itches and tightens.
My leg tingles.
Millions of prickly pins up and down.
My senses highten.
To where, I don’t know.
Now I can feel.
// I can’t forget to remember. //
Sometimes I close my eyes and try to remember you.
Your hands;
Your words;
The look in your eyes.
It’s like a bruise.
As it fades away you forget
the pain it once brought.
You only remember the lovely colors.
Is that so bad?
—
Escape by Nicole Ucedo
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