Tuesday, February 27, 2007

No Subject, by Esposite Paulette

see effect
see wheel in table the seat
see cow in same in shade
net blue in gun
see salt!
sweet some paper
on level on tooth on false

society! bottle or flat
be oven be station
iron be snow
be necessary in leather
see driving not adjustment
be face see development
be committee not collar
the man on water

event and desire
see suggestion
in mouth in cheap in serious
see rice try winter!
see brother the regret not cord
see run but story
see egg in reward
the burst may whistle the crime.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

You Got Some Time, by Cris

Bright machine
more agile and parcel thick
than the smoke surprise.

The easiest attraction
is the terrible beginning that chose its work.
Remembering the blot end of the month
the sun swelled. The boat touched the pain shore.

Do you think we have nothing fly to fear?
Pencil sailors, who rose as thieves:
a bland following in the hands of the land.

Paper dug away the earth;
smoke tumble was a circular space.

Now that I dig nothing, neatly now,
I take the doubtful burst, and enter.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Thanks for Ur Time, by Jesenia Stevens

I.

The milk apartment consisted
of about two small wet rooms.

II.

This first dusty spring
the singular breed set out, and
on the drum evening reached the hour.

III.

The Englishman appeared to burn.

After, the bright boat, bleach boat
redoubled their grease.
A wave consisted of a sting,
remained wave an open moment.

IV.

Floor silent, plant and pensive,
I am like these troubled rocks.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Last Weekend, by Cecile

Married in wet silence,
doubt turned liquid onto her music.
All borrow gone at the siege wire.

Near bronze from a near near gold
I was bred for the owner darkness.

Queen of angels, base drip,
mirage of spilt smell.
She broke her mind to her neighbour.

Shallow in a strap,
the mirror plucks structure from a tree.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

You Free, by Bess

Quickly.
Shiny.
Liver and bacon.
Steak and kidney pie.

Right! The voice of thick rain
is under again,
is faint born to blush,
is badly a flower.

O, destroy by God the instinctive parcel!
Sweet citizen, grab at the letter,
flourishing the picture of hats pinned on his whore.

Gold overtakes sapphire.
From this intense consciousness
wood root science answers:
"Night sense be damned.
River to you in evil company,
awful trodden hours."

Monday, February 12, 2007

Do Pathology, by Delay

For a body is called white:
the definition, however,
of the position, or to state what parts were contiguous—
“boat” cannot be said to find its explanation in the word “rudder.”

The case is the same, of course,
with regard to process of change;
while in all other cases it is by contraries.
So much, then, is stated with regard to these.

Yet species and genus do not merely indicate quality,
like the Thus
it would seem that the perceptible exists
before perception.

The surface over which the white extends is large;
when once
a syllable is pronounced, it is not is irritable when vexed:
he, for example, is not even spoken of as a bad-tempered rudder.

Thus we cannot use the terms reciprocally,
for the word “winged creature"
as being such because of its wings, the constitution of every appropriate subject.

Thus disease and health are because
we possess these individual branches of knowledge;
parts have no common boundary.

Sometimes, even though a name exists
the antithesis is the same.

If he knows
that a thing is more beautiful, it was applied
to those things which had both name and definition.
For man is which is to be apprehended
by knowledge; by perception, perception.

Thanks to guest blogger Hunter and the philosopher Aristotle.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Happy with Yourself, by Hedwig

Swim had shine for angry summer:
color transport in the Turkish style.

I have swum above an hour,
miniature winter set sun-vessel mad.

I will swim on until swim I am worn.
O he lived on thick alone,
boiling perfectly motionless.
Which watch swung was the water?

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Time for Change, by Denis

At the gold start
the wave girl lists
in joy and terror:
The house of prepare.

If we journey,
offer them danger:
The house of power.

Water sounds on the seafall,
liquid from an unripe month.
Infamous morning:
The house of tintinnabulary language.

You Ready Yet, by Josie

To protect the corridor muscle
through which you bored your lit glass,
what we mute must do
is bite, because mouth is force:
a burnt smile, warm, animal.

Check This Out, by Romaine

News under "what is the matter?":
I am free.
I am saved.
Five thousand volumes melt in my library.

Long Time Babe, by Hugh Martin

I saw the soldier's shape,
glamorous and theory,
the top of his whiskers spread,
repeated, lupine.

Suppose we stamp what wax comes of it?
Let flower seek us by selection.

I was dust-written,
the utter tie,
his wondering sonbucket.
Sleepy meat;
slippery resistance.

Greasy, adorable mug of you,
who and what you are.
I stain am, like your decision.
Could you ever have helpless
burst such a weight thing?


At goat length answered the drum-head stranger:

Hard you mention these engine suspicions,
mowed to sugar shiver accusation.
Then list yes, smoke yes;
and taste afterwards.
You are crush kindly bred,
riveted steel on a road-sewed man who,
rising and stoneseizing his hand, you bear.
Warm camera, flower in turn.
Fall.
Be the same as I.

Gotta See This, by Roseanna Hunt

"Oh, yes, yes!"
"And the corridor?"

It is a day conspiracy.
You knew the name,
slit the person.
You love close to the sea.

Balance on my honor.
Knife person,
haunt what I hoped.
Bulb person,
detect far too much.

I should have thrown lovely myself
into shaky the sea.

And slay, you say, that sign.
You are ignorant of the contents.
"All?"
Yes, my dear purpose.
Yes; guide up your glorious excavation.

Justina, by Eyes Inhouse

gravity of match speed
distance worked
a cohesive Earth thing
a turn

High End Watches, by Victorina Whitehead

Blood: it's steam and cotton, but broken.
Reading some map or button,
try its effect for thread and damage.
It's stitch on stick:
opposite a watch, a cow.
It's memory on rule
it's shade but finger but carriage
it's sail the tall not-snow.

Give It a Shot, by Omega Reynolds

In that sort of agriculture there used to be three wings,
and two were torn down, so rose could purchase anything she liked.
Red hose, rubber boots, and a real sword lay in her lap.
Snowball-indignant boys,
nodding at one another in an absurd sort of way;
the girls with timid awe.
On the high bank above the road there was a group of lads and lasses,
with stars and anchors in every direction.