26.0: INNOCENCE

Poetry guest edited by David Prater




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Do you want a cup of coffee? It won’t be a minute.

Do you want a cup of coffee? It won't be a minute. Where do you think you are going, when it's still dark? To dig up dust? Stop a second, Giovanni, we must die anyhow, and this spade, these tomatoes …

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A Series of Good Investments

He sits with his thumbs in knots a sparrow nestled in his stomach rolls no need now for further talk of flight or the lack therof, no need for further, distance or any departure time, long distance call or marker. …

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Dear Dad

Dear Dad Check this link … http://toldyouIdgetbackatyoupsychoanalyticallyformum.com Love Siggy     >Notice – This memory contains paranoia and counter-transference insights >intended only for the intrusive use of the anaclitic named above. If you >are not the intended regression of this …

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thoughts that wouldn’t choose to think of themselves again

0.07792208 that i didn't realise that you didn't realise did you realise this 0.16233767 and letting go of your hand i realised that you had no hand 0.25324677 i never realised how difficult it would be to register sleep as …

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the j letter

the deity hangs in the air taking up & allowing all the space there note to future note to past the page is the poem & the poem a defence the press will set this in what ever fashion they …

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boyhood

grown & overgrown shrink. folding bear collapses under its own weight. under living of night putting on bling & preparing one thing then another eating their brains up. doke is it. satans waynebow. my boyhood among the outlaws. keep the …

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Variations on six innocent lines

The way to Blake is to open the door for Chaucer Spring the bawdy house. That'll bring 'em on-scent. I am a woman. Refer to them as slip-ons, Dear, not brothel-creepers. Mirror balls. Multi-focal lenses. Stalked by an apogee. Round …

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Visotsky in The Men’s Gallery

I heard some Russian poets have been recently resurrected. Visotsky ended up being resurrected in Melbourne, in a bar called The Men's Gallery. Naturally, he asked for vodka. The young bartender with the fountain of spiky hair enquired whether he …

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Sylvia in the Psych Ward

Writes poetry about her cat Because she has no one else to write about Tends to stray dogs Because humans bite Feeds a bird Barks at her doctor: No more medications! They're made of animal fat

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Suggestions for a Girls’ School Curriculum

It should be taught how not to choose your lovers. Lesson number one: beware of men who go days without kissing you with their tongue, saying they have intimacy problems. Then they kiss you for hours, wounding your lips, wearing …

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