By Sasha Pearl
I went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves…
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves…
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- By Marilyn Chin一 (yī)
Two goats ascending
Mt. Fuji
Wearing flip flops
二 (èr)
A far cry
From the Pearl River Delta
And scrappy… - By Oak MorseGot to gala glaze lavender my pansy hoist my symphony
little gal Fauntleroy in ultra dire
cootie yuntra… - By Rose Zinniai’m evolving from sadtrans to joytrans & g-d is my pokémon trainer
i only expect i will have a final… - By Ashley WarnerINGREDIENTS: DICED TOMATOES IN TOMATO JUICE, CHARRED FAMILY IN THE PRESERVE. PUREE THE MOTHER (WATER…
- By Ashley Warnercarbonated water, high-rise between your momma and your daddy people, neutral ground, caramel in the…
- By Rowie Shondeen ShebalaWell she actually said
if you were an Ewok I would rescue you and name you Sunshine
build you a tiny… - By Robert HaydenAt Dunbar, Castle or Arcade
we rode with the exotic sheik
through deserts of erotic flowers;
held in the… - By Harryette MullenMy Mickey Mouse ears are nothing like sonar. Colorado is far less rusty than Walt's lyric riddles. If…
- By Michael PalmerI know a silent movie star named Jane.
She speaks without moving her lips.
She once starred in a film … - By Louise ErdrichAugust and the drive-in picture is packed.
We lounge on the hood of the Pontiac
surrounded by the slow… - By Langston HughesThe Roosevelt, Renaissance, Gem, Alhambra:
Harlem laughing in all the wrong places
at the crocodile … - By Rita Dovelate, in aqua and ermine, gardenias
scaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent,
her gloves white, her… - By Karyna McGlynn& Memphis is out in Full Fang!
Skeletons skip down our pitted streets.
Whole families with matching hobo stipple
roam tragicomically through the sprawling
candy deserts: polka-dot bandanas
on sticks, flapping Chaplinesque shoes.
Unclaimed pumpkins pile high
behind razor wire. The air's thick
with caw & trouble. Our... - By Saeed JonesThe end of the world was mistaken
for just another midday massacre
in America. Brain matter and broken… - By CAConrad“I’m here for the show” the man said
looking under Frank's shirt for the door
“I’m no theater” Frank said
a line formed
must he admit them all?
many had umbrellas
a blind woman
waited with
her dog
“it’s gonna be a great show” someone said
“but when’s he gonna... - By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America.
Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged.
Ben says, I’m being rebranded.
Jemima says, I remember
when they branded my mama on her back.
The bartender says, I could stand in the middle
of Main Street and kill somebody
and I wouldn’t... - By John MurilloFor me, the movie starts with a black man
Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons
Catching the sheen of his perfect black afro.
Arc kicks, karate chops, and thirty cops
On their backs. It starts with the swagger,
The cool lean into the... - By David RoderickI wear a flower in my lapel.
I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose.
A carnation, the fool’s flower,
its heart a wilting empire.
In late-night editing sessions,
I imagine I’m planting flowers
in the sockets of eyes. Whatever helps
me reach our rigor... - By Chase Twichell“You can’t kiss a movie,” Jean-Luc Godard said, and this is mostly true, in that you cannot initiate the kiss. The Movie could initiate the kiss if The Movie wanted, as it is so much taller, leaning in, no way...