Archive for November, 2009

IT WAS BETTER HE SAID by Lyn Lifshin

Posted in Lyn Lifshin with tags on November 6, 2009 by Scot

than Christmas with
a half naked girl with
tongue down his
throat while the
record stuck on
Elvis’ Blue Christmas.
When he forgot the
language he couldn’t
remember how it
seemed, only how her
leg caught his lips
on the stained sofa
you could smell
ancient sex smells rise
from like fish egg
smell over Orleans
where the sea’s blue
in the mirror was
less blue than her veins

RIPTIDE TWILIGHT ON THE MACARTHUR PLATFORM by Paul Corman Roberts

Posted in Paul Corman Roberts with tags on November 3, 2009 by Scot

I know this brother

……….Even during the big storms the color of the sunset sky
on the platform from ten years ago

……….over California’s coastline at its best
was a little more Rasta back then

……….a crisp and healthy hue of gold
with the serape and the leather cowboy hat

……….with the occasional slash
and the hot and wild hair trying to jump off into the universe

……….of purple and red but never
making him much more Bob Kaufman than ever before

……….with the kinds of profusion
I take great hope in that and he is going to San Francisco

……….like the skies
He is praying and he will be warm

……….while I stare down the crisp, golden green San Francisco skyline
in the Mojave desert at sunset

it’s not that i’m apathetic by Justin Hyde

Posted in Justin Hyde with tags on November 1, 2009 by Scot

read enough world history
from multiple
perspectives.

on top of that

walk around

eyes
pinned open

brain
unfurled:

we’re standing
on a
billion plus
years

of

sifting
change

&

not one drop of
forward
progress:

those with the winchesters
call the shots

those with the megaphones
sometimes manage to get hold
of the winchesters.

but all they do is
raise a different
flag.