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Poetry guest edited by Carlie Lazar




Métro-Boulot-Dodo

I am tired, and in a Métro car accelerating 15 minutes of walking distance So that when I brake from the seat I read on the recoil: Châtelet Hôtel de Ville and then listen for the generator and coughs Like …

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The Shower-curtain You

the dream of the river shark with two fins guess it's one each for soup & killing & this bleak fracture of morning in a dish can't survive unless tv spliced / the green LCD of the clock-radio-phone like a …

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Dorothy Porter’s "PMT" – 2001: 3 mixes

piercing my turning piercing pieno pride my the pride my the pride primitive more the primitive more the primi nothing like a moon no       like      moon no gnat it stares through it stares through             stares het het het het like a …

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blue hills 1, laurie duggan: broken hills

1 no drag phase mal__colm frasers feet epais fo eelshaped reser(voir & ? visi alors blanc nuage alors blanc nuage nothing next 4hun no hun cricked pat apt a dick crept carpet dick warm bread roll) albicocca conser noir cafe …

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An Amerikan Trilogy

Look away, look away, look away Dixieland. -Elvis Presley (i) Ode to Saphenus Ligation Everyone in An Anthology of New York Poets (Circa 1970) is ugly 70s vinyl ugly. Ted Berrigan. Dick Gallup. Tom Veitch. Bill Berksen spruces up the …

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Songmoth

Dhe songmoth had u mikst pyoupaishen, biset bii feet uv bigu thingz; stil, daiz wur waum, dhu skii wuz kleer, dhaer wuz mutc tou lern. Ov krisulis it sed: dhis wuz byoutifool, but it rikwiird kurij. Ii kept louzing thingz. …

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Skag vs Schizophrenia

One. We exchanged cigarettes smoked them ourselves and quietly sized up our thoughts on each other. She spoke with immense moments of compassion. She told me how she's an addict and how she owned two houses but had blasted them …

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Like Ginger Root

Two months beyond the scar of grave we could be mad at messes you left: bags of flour roaming with bugs; tarnished silver, geyser gray, tea cups with their handles loose. Bedroom slippers quick as mice reminding us who owned …

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Thump

bright flag of insincerity wearing your speil like a fake bow tie who ever wrote your speeches pigged out on the punctuation we pause we pause we pause twiddling with the hearing aids seems the way to go; bibles are …

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Mallography

this is the bookstall proud as a plaza for people who don't much like books but find them easy to gift wrap one hundred and fifty risotto recipes fruit salad around the world poodle fun and head ache management tomorrow …

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Bug

take it from here: the sky and its rattles just amnesia's litter the three day order waiting above the cook top essential ingredients lost to the pen's failing muscle: negotiations for an egg cup of freshly squeezed ink never seem …

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Ken Bolton: "the ice in my glass"

the ice in my glass goes crink! as it adjusts to the tequila – keying in that sophistication – or the feel of it – associated with these tall buildings, a bit of the skyline of New York I envisage, …

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