Archive for January, 2011

The Thing That Hurts Most by William Taylor Jr.

Posted in Happy Birthday Issue, William Taylor Jr. with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot

And there’s that big dumb feeling
inside you that you can’t
quite find a reason for

everything so heavy
every movement
strained

you breathe in the late
afternoon sky

and breathe out
the loneliness of  time

all the faces and the voices
have nothing to do with you

and the thing that hurts most
is holding on to it all

when you dearly want
to let go, to dissolve
the anchors and the chains
of your being

and evaporate
into the divine forgetfulness
of everything.

Generation Fuck by Misti Rainwater-Lites

Posted in Happy Birthday Issue, Misti Rainwater-Lites with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot


too cynical too fucking silly and self-absorbed to lose all to love and true blistering transforming ecstasy we fantasize and develop crushes on cartoons dressed up like humans my betty boop heart beeps be bop a lula for the emperor of low fat pina colada yogurt i thought it was mgm musical love at least a hundred times but it was me always all dressed up and no place to go but the kwickie mart

It’s Saturday & There Is Music & Laughter For the Taking… by Hosho McCreesh

Posted in Happy Birthday Issue, Hosho McCreesh with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot

You know, we spend
so much time
in the maelstrom of
our own stupid heads
that we forget
how simple
life
really
is.
Like now:
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Art Garfunkel by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin, Happy Birthday Issue with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot

The beat
You think
It’s all in the rhythm
Hell, we’ve long let go of the
Rhyme

But, fuck poetry
The bongo men have it all,
Right?
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The Things That Frighten Me by William Taylor Jr.

Posted in Happy Birthday Issue, William Taylor Jr. with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot

She says your poems don’t
make you holy

they absolve you
of no crimes

they don’t make you beautiful
or clean

you’re just as bad
as the rest of us
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Jacksboro by Misti Rainwater-Lites

Posted in Happy Birthday Issue, Misti Rainwater-Lites with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot

… It was all killer kewpie dolls soap coated tongue from muttering “motherfucker” root beer sno cones & daddy gone again hunting bobcats hanging out in honky tonks cheap motels & jail for kicking his boss’s ass. Then the name i do not recall the bland blank face from across the street took me shoved me into the texas teenage dirt made me his. Everything else is yellow wallpaper. Sometimes i lick it & almost come clean.

NEW YEARS EVE POEM 2010 by A.D. Winans

Posted in A.D. Winans, Happy Birthday Issue with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot

Another year passing by
like clouds banks on the horizon
your affair with time doomed
like a failed love affair

Your passion ignited early
burned out
like a candle
at the end of its wick
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Invisible Kiss by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Posted in Bradley Mason Hamlin, Happy Birthday Issue with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot

I
thought about Billie
Holiday
saying
a kiss
that is never tasted,
is forever
wasted

as the girl
with exotic brown
chocolate
sex eyes
walked away
after so
obviously flirting

all silky
and sweetness
and sex
mixed
with a bitchy spice

I
thought about that
lost moment
when I
should have grabbed her
Bogart style
and told her
life
wasn’t worth
a hill of beans
without her

whatever that might mean

both under the illusion
of “seeing” other people
but that wasn’t luv
and she had those curves
and I could fall
into the booby trap
of her soft hands, get lost,
take the fall …

and I did
but I’ll always wish
we had runaway
and fucked
like songbirds
on fire
that night
when I looked into her eyes
on “L” Street
then,
reluctantly,
let her walk away.

When This World Has Been Eradicated, The Desolate Surface Radiated & Unlivable, & All Is Buried Under An Apocalyptic Winter, We Will Take Our Wars Under Water Or Into Space, Where It Will Continue, Incessantly… by Hosho McCreesh

Posted in Happy Birthday Issue, Hosho McCreesh with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot


Listen, I do have hope, as foolish it sounds,
that we are capable of peace,
& that things won’t go down like this–
but with each passing day, year, & decade,
it becomes more & more painfully clear that
when this world has been eradicated,
the desolate surface radiated & unlivable,
& all is buried under an apocalyptic winter,
we will take our wars under water or into space,
where it will continue, incessantly
because
warfare
is the most
constant & durable
human
artform.

Click on the peace sign to listen