Usage else makeup without pretty retweeted without personal notes retweeted without notes without personnel retweeting personal doubt is else bulling me typing retweeted. I can’t speak for myself i can’t tweet. I cannot speak of an illness I cannot speak a chance dogging the title unwoken else used i make Bully negated retweeted. He slows things down, catches the vulture Circling above our clearing in the woods. He Focuses on lichen, close up to mimic Coral. His body dances on the rusting can. I built a garden in the game And spent my labor In that garden, to make it dissimilar. _________________________________ cris cheek is a transdisciplinary poet. He is currently Director of Creative Writing at Miami University in southwest Ohio, where he was the Altman Fellow in the Humanities Center 2011-12, co-initiating and co-organizing the Network Archaeology conference with Nicole Starosielski. cris is an affiliate both of the Armstrong [...]
Kim Vodicka
KING JAMES SUTRA A special transmission / from outside of scripture / pointed directly / up inside / the heart of man / I twist mine / the part most red / skyward / toward my lord / or whatever holy something / might want / even me / a teenage symphony / a pure system of spasms / wrecked with sex / I stretch what’s left / along the distance / as real as my skull / the skeleton sang / and so I pray / catch for us the foxes / I sing / catch for us / the little foxes / what fuck up the vines / my southern brain / my southern spine / gone black / but bright / laid straight / made new / next to a northern soul / she was a girl / cast as the girl / in my movie / [...]
* Slap my meat biscuit + toss off The day is a perverse dictionary & Nothing spells me the way u do Everywhere I look there are clusters of balls I’m in some obscene orchard So much eating This must be a diner My body must be a diner * U r dripping in2 my femmebot I am eating your face Peel the bad days away from my one ensorcelled eye This is a dumbwich made of two slices A creamy spread of legs Some random meat between * The jizz dripping out of my eye sockets catches fire & burns down my cakeface Peek-a-boo fright gown + sea urchin stilettos The way I rub yr brains against my clit My gluey matter Yr one good claw gets my bubbles all gummy U spit them out like tacks The freakbirds gnarl up the crummy sky * In my season of [...]
THE LAST FIVE CENTURIES WERE UNEVENTFUL The last five centuries were uneventful the stitches that melted from my ripped open cunt tasted like mint and changed color when I peed I peed with the door open because this is bounty the universe has a fat lip we put every cock from China inside it and splash in the slippery oriental jizz you feel like seppukuing because your butthole is unretractable you feel like seppukuing because your butthole is too determined you feel like seppukuing because one time a man was rejected by a woman she said, You’re creepy and he got a gun and wrote a manifesto against bikram yoga against women with great bodies against women who want to have babies with other men against women who want to have babies with men who are not allowed to be part of their lives after they have the baby against [...]