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

Amy

by Moctezuma Johnson

1. Missing Amy

She was the most beautiful
woman I ever saw.

So tall and long
her belly was like
an ice skating rink

you could glide on
all night long

under the moonlight

so tight and deep
her asshole was like
a cosmic washing machine

that cleaned your soul stick
all night long

under the moonlight.

2. Amy Smiled on Camera

She waited by the door
I heard the bell

I had the video camera running
zooming in through the peephole

her blouse was off
the autumn breeze hardened

her brown fish-eyed nipples. She

turned, she heard something,

brought her elbows over her
I opened the door and let her in.

3. Abandoned Amy

There's this old, abandoned building
by the gallery

it's all dark at night
although the gallery has floodlights

and the cafe is noisy with wine
and flirts

goddamn, there were some jades
I'd like to diddle in there tonight

but I'm railing her again against
the railing of the staircase

of this old building. At least
she's giving me her darkest hole

as I look down below
I wish for an exchange.

4. Losing Amy

Amy was cool and funny
with tits like zeppelins
crashing into her chest
a bent-over ass like a plum with the stem
just yanked out
as delicious as any William Carlos Williams ate

She desperately wanted to be loved

all I wanted to do was call her a pig and ream her.

5. Demeaning Amy

Amy called me from work
crying. Her colleague heard I was

fucking her best friend, Jina,
I would never do that, I said.

Jina was just waking up, rolling
her big tits around the bed.
Stay,
I told her. I'll be right back.

Amy, I said, meet me in the bathroom
of your office.

I filmed her. She squatted on the floor
in her high

heels
I stood over her made-up face
shoving cock into her throat

her lunch hour was passing
I couldn't come

till I shouted:
yes, Jina, yes
and
painted a creamy picture
of humiliation on her face.

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It is rumored that Moctezuma Johnson was found in a New Jersey sewer in 1975, although this cannot be verified. He is known for his phosphorescence and luminosity as well as his septic filth. You could consider him something of a Ra merged with Yeti — an improbable spin of DNA mixing plant, animal, and human. Also, he writes a weekly column for a local newspaper in Oaxaca, Mexico, where he lives with his clan. Visit http://johnshon.blogspot.com for more from Moctezuma Johnson.

posted 12.17.07.

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