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Cerebral Contents:
Update for 05.13.08:
Male Model by Phil Doran
Set to Replay by Willie Smith
Backsliding by Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Tree by G. David Schwartz
05.05.08:
Disintegration by Don Hucks
Five Feet and Building by Joel Van Noord
Grocery Aisle by Richard Lighthouse
Cross the Road by Ashok Niyogi
04.29.08:
Lookalikes by Phil Doran
Dinner by Brandi Wells
The Modern Covenant by Daniel E. Wilcox
Death by Onions by Michael Frissore
04.21.08:
Future's Children by Kimberly Raiser
Identity Theft by George Anderson
The Datists by Adam Engel
A Great Deal of Money by Justin Hyde
04.14.08:
Mr. Papaya and Dale by Eric Suhem
California by Caroline Imreibe
Aftermath of Vehement Argument #1,068 by Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Trip-Hammer Vitality by Lisa Nickerson
04.07.08:
The Florence of Basel, or Why Readers of Nietzsche Need to Read Burckhardt by Jeff Crouch
Slideshow by Miles J. Bell
Friends of the Poet by Sean C. Bowen
Picture Perfect by Leah Baldwin
03.24.08:
The Streak by Jeremy Hendrix
Grab Your Butts by Emme Hor
Far Away by Ashok Niyogi
Staring Down a White-Tailed Doe by Aleathia Drehmer
03.17.08:
The Hairbrush by Vernard Kennedy
Dog Days of Winter by Niall Berkeley
Poem From My Grave by Michael Lee Johnson
Mashed Potatoes and Hamburgers by Matt Finney
03.10.08:
Hard Work by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Jetty Cake Pigs by J.D. Nelson
I'm Quiet in Bed by Moctezuma Johnson
Tequila Shakes by Richard Lighthouse |
Chick-a-Flicker
by Candice Daquin
Grow up
there was a time for being angry
now be smart
take courses, get qualified, get a job
go conquer the world
leave anger behind at the door
where it starts
there's a time for anger
its hand-holds youth not age
age is a place of sensibility and stillness
listen to the growth of your 401k
the potted plants on your window
the cat's mottled craw as he cleans his genitals
be glad for your well-compensated job
you got by going to the right school
sucking the right cock
kissing the right door to open to the next and the next and the next
until all doors are flung
gaping and inviting
you take the world by the proverbial balls
shove them high and dance in red heels on a spinning globe
spitting teeth and infamy like goblets of mead
squeeze out a kid
just so you can say
ten years down the road
want to see my photos?
a passing fear of loneliness
assuaged
by the neglect you'll fester like starving a lover
makes him hungrier
your child
without knowing why
will love you more than you'll ever care
for your acquisitions, historical nonce, collection of vibrators
and when at 45 you nick yourself shaving
you'll wonder what drips from your legs
whether it's possible you still bleed
given all inside is long dead
and wrapped up in corporate cling-film
ready to be processed
you tell people now
grow up
get a move on
lose yourself
before you give another moment's thought
to anything beside what you were taught
to buckle down, strap in place, wear with pride
the starched suits, the shiny briefcase
girl scout prim
you tell people now
grow up
before out of the corner of every moment
the caustic laugh, the speculative glance
the hours spent stirring lifeless things
an empty dance
leaking
truths
like
lemon
rind
acidy and bitter on the tongue
rolling along
for no one to find.
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posted 01.07.08.
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