12/15/2003
THE HANGMAN'S LIME
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The selection process this year was extremely difficult and the staff put in a lot of time discussing and considering each poem. We thank you for your submission/s and hope that you will submit again for future issues of the magazine, but we have decided not to accept your work. If you have any questions, please contact me.
Take care and be well,
Anna Rose
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The selection process this year was extremely difficult and the staff put in a lot of time discussing and considering each poem. We thank you for your submission/s and hope that you will submit again for future issues of the magazine, but we have decided not to accept your work. If you have any questions, please contact me.
Take care and be well,
Anna Rose
12/12/2003
Defeating Daises
By Andrea "Victor is Awesome" Silenzi
Can life be lived without advice,
polls, suggestions, and transitions?
They say noon is the time to exist
They say sack my Carthage
They say taste my marmalade
But my Tang dynasty
Is not ready
For the Tang drinkesty
I am dealing with the existential crisis of the gopher
Shadows meaningless
Petite tuna acid
Declaring war on my clan
Of Marxist surrealism
My pants are full of ideas I don’t understand
Impossible to explain because explanations fill twenty pages
Of STDS
Walking down this electric avenue of existence
I feel the pulse like jelly
Like smallness
Like fish
Clan warfare must end
The shadow must be found
My Carthage is sacked
And I just can’t rhyme
By Andrea "Victor is Awesome" Silenzi
Can life be lived without advice,
polls, suggestions, and transitions?
They say noon is the time to exist
They say sack my Carthage
They say taste my marmalade
But my Tang dynasty
Is not ready
For the Tang drinkesty
I am dealing with the existential crisis of the gopher
Shadows meaningless
Petite tuna acid
Declaring war on my clan
Of Marxist surrealism
My pants are full of ideas I don’t understand
Impossible to explain because explanations fill twenty pages
Of STDS
Walking down this electric avenue of existence
I feel the pulse like jelly
Like smallness
Like fish
Clan warfare must end
The shadow must be found
My Carthage is sacked
And I just can’t rhyme
12/11/2003
What Happened
by Vincent "(ns)" Vecchione
Two worlds collide
When barbarians from the north
Invade my homeland in the west
Former lovers scream
And I stare in shock
As chaos erupts
And I flee into the night
by Vincent "(ns)" Vecchione
Two worlds collide
When barbarians from the north
Invade my homeland in the west
Former lovers scream
And I stare in shock
As chaos erupts
And I flee into the night
12/10/2003
Topic for Sam
by Sam "Look at me, my name is Sam" Hoyland
I came to a fence
To a building
With eyes
And I walked through and tripped
And looked to the sky
And the sun said, what a folly
You falling bare there
And I said, what a joker
And I got up without a care.
And I went into the house
With eyes
And I looked around
At they looked at me
And I looked around
And they were still looking at me
And I said damn
I should have treated the sun as a warning
This is a house of stares
by Sam "Look at me, my name is Sam" Hoyland
I came to a fence
To a building
With eyes
And I walked through and tripped
And looked to the sky
And the sun said, what a folly
You falling bare there
And I said, what a joker
And I got up without a care.
And I went into the house
With eyes
And I looked around
At they looked at me
And I looked around
And they were still looking at me
And I said damn
I should have treated the sun as a warning
This is a house of stares
12/09/2003
The Death of An Innocent
The time lifts up like bumblebees
I only smoke when I’m drunk
Oh my god, Jesus is such a hottie
I only like Jesus when I am drunk
And then I found twenty dollars
The materialism of it shoot at my heart
Fluffing my sheets is like an orgasm
A fleeting orgasm
Somewhere there is a rainbow
And it is blocked by the New York skyline
I wear sandals in the morning so that my feet won’t get cold
Expecting weed at the door, I saw tears
And the tears filled up the room so I could swim about like a fish
And I remembered my dead goldfish
Who’s in heaven now
Because I killed it
Out of love
Angry love
I have a picture of a man in a bow tie
He is hanging by his bow tie
And it makes me a little happy to see that
He molested little boys
With lolly pops
And his penis
But it was such a happy penis
And by happy I mean on fire
And by on fire I mean generous
I have a test tomorrow that I haven’t studied for
But I have danced on my bed with aviator glasses
A year ago with my, now, x-girlfriend
Who is now my future wife
I only let her out at night
Because we make love during the day, all day
And then she turns into a werewolf
And avenges all the worlds wrongs
By killing me
Out of love
A love that prevents me from studying
Because it fills me with joy to the point of drowning
In tears
Of joy
For my last murder
Of a rapist.
And then she turned to with a face of white,
“An innocent will die tonight.”
The time lifts up like bumblebees
I only smoke when I’m drunk
Oh my god, Jesus is such a hottie
I only like Jesus when I am drunk
And then I found twenty dollars
The materialism of it shoot at my heart
Fluffing my sheets is like an orgasm
A fleeting orgasm
Somewhere there is a rainbow
And it is blocked by the New York skyline
I wear sandals in the morning so that my feet won’t get cold
Expecting weed at the door, I saw tears
And the tears filled up the room so I could swim about like a fish
And I remembered my dead goldfish
Who’s in heaven now
Because I killed it
Out of love
Angry love
I have a picture of a man in a bow tie
He is hanging by his bow tie
And it makes me a little happy to see that
He molested little boys
With lolly pops
And his penis
But it was such a happy penis
And by happy I mean on fire
And by on fire I mean generous
I have a test tomorrow that I haven’t studied for
But I have danced on my bed with aviator glasses
A year ago with my, now, x-girlfriend
Who is now my future wife
I only let her out at night
Because we make love during the day, all day
And then she turns into a werewolf
And avenges all the worlds wrongs
By killing me
Out of love
A love that prevents me from studying
Because it fills me with joy to the point of drowning
In tears
Of joy
For my last murder
Of a rapist.
And then she turned to with a face of white,
“An innocent will die tonight.”
12/08/2003
My Salamander Rapes Things (a call to arms)
By Steve “I have my own column in the Argus” Aubrey
If you ever go down
With James Brown
To the centurions duel
As a velvet fool
If you think you’re a mercury saint
And James Brown screams, no you ain’t
You want to take your honey with spatula
And your spatula with your honey
Cause you think its funny
And fly into the night
And do what’s right
And find out what you can make
And find out what you can take
And find out what you can break
And then James Brown takes your arm by the shoulder
And says, son, there’s a truth we know
And a truth we show
And a truth we grow
You wanna make a cardboard court
You better prey as a last resort
And take everything you aspire
And cover it with barbed wire
And take your salamander
And use it to rape things
This is of course what James Brown sings
And holds salamander to me
This is the salamander I see
You wanna rape beauty
You think it your duty
He does a little dance
And he does a little prance
And puts me in a trance
And in summation James Brown says to me
So you can see
If you fight
Things just might
Be all right
Okay
By Steve “I have my own column in the Argus” Aubrey
If you ever go down
With James Brown
To the centurions duel
As a velvet fool
If you think you’re a mercury saint
And James Brown screams, no you ain’t
You want to take your honey with spatula
And your spatula with your honey
Cause you think its funny
And fly into the night
And do what’s right
And find out what you can make
And find out what you can take
And find out what you can break
And then James Brown takes your arm by the shoulder
And says, son, there’s a truth we know
And a truth we show
And a truth we grow
You wanna make a cardboard court
You better prey as a last resort
And take everything you aspire
And cover it with barbed wire
And take your salamander
And use it to rape things
This is of course what James Brown sings
And holds salamander to me
This is the salamander I see
You wanna rape beauty
You think it your duty
He does a little dance
And he does a little prance
And puts me in a trance
And in summation James Brown says to me
So you can see
If you fight
Things just might
Be all right
Okay
12/07/2003
Poem 17 1/2: Tales of Yankee Love
Everything is possible,
but some things shouldn’t be.
Everything is probable,
and my feet are dirty.
You shouldn’t be able to lick your feet clean,
but I have an uncle who can.
To keep things brief,
he remained single for the rest of his life.
Everything is possible,
but some things shouldn’t be.
Everything is probable,
and my feet are dirty.
You shouldn’t be able to lick your feet clean,
but I have an uncle who can.
To keep things brief,
he remained single for the rest of his life.
12/05/2003
Four By Six
For the best rock paper scissors player I have ever met
There is no place like green
The graffiti sprayed baseball hat
Have you ever seen snow fall up
A spaceship to mars powered by Slim Jims
Oatmeal drips slowly onto the face of the moon
I got killed by a blade of grass
Or so the old man thought pensively
Feet to the stars
And her head was like a
And then my mommy ran away
And the moon shadow molested me
She screamed into the night
Equals ninety-seven
The place of three magentas
Without which there is only cardboard
Looking through the cereal
There on the ground was a dime bag
I see they move my shadow slightly up and northward
And the winds rushed down our backs chilling us to our toes
And I couldn’t help myself
And he fell into eternal opaque abyss
And that’s why you shouldn’t drink bleach
And I was meant to dye alone
The moon is no door
For the best rock paper scissors player I have ever met
There is no place like green
The graffiti sprayed baseball hat
Have you ever seen snow fall up
A spaceship to mars powered by Slim Jims
Oatmeal drips slowly onto the face of the moon
I got killed by a blade of grass
Or so the old man thought pensively
Feet to the stars
And her head was like a
And then my mommy ran away
And the moon shadow molested me
She screamed into the night
Equals ninety-seven
The place of three magentas
Without which there is only cardboard
Looking through the cereal
There on the ground was a dime bag
I see they move my shadow slightly up and northward
And the winds rushed down our backs chilling us to our toes
And I couldn’t help myself
And he fell into eternal opaque abyss
And that’s why you shouldn’t drink bleach
And I was meant to dye alone
The moon is no door
12/04/2003
Awareness
by Vincent "always looking for something better" Vecchione
My mother married a big ball
On the day of the fall
We walked through the rain
And she carried her cane
And it was world aids day.
by Vincent "always looking for something better" Vecchione
My mother married a big ball
On the day of the fall
We walked through the rain
And she carried her cane
And it was world aids day.
12/03/2003
Epic
I once knew a duck
Who worked as a doctor
On a pond of macaroni and cheese
In his little office
With a secret life
And a secret wife
He would quack whenever he told a lie
A night he would joust
With evil Canadian geese
And lose.
And everyone knew it
Cause everyone blue it
But he said screw it
His wife said lets do it
But instead he rejected it al and play Stratego with orphan children
And he always lost because
The first rule was
You can’t be a duck to play
And his masks always failed
Because he quacked when he lied
And he was too tired from fighting the e can geese to fake
Because the geese cheated
Such battles continued many years
And then he got shot and died
And his mother cried
And he was buried
In his pool of m and
In Pennsylvania
From whence he once came
Before he attained fame
Got hurt jousting and became lame
In the epic game
Of Stratego
Copyright 1989
I once knew a duck
Who worked as a doctor
On a pond of macaroni and cheese
In his little office
With a secret life
And a secret wife
He would quack whenever he told a lie
A night he would joust
With evil Canadian geese
And lose.
And everyone knew it
Cause everyone blue it
But he said screw it
His wife said lets do it
But instead he rejected it al and play Stratego with orphan children
And he always lost because
The first rule was
You can’t be a duck to play
And his masks always failed
Because he quacked when he lied
And he was too tired from fighting the e can geese to fake
Because the geese cheated
Such battles continued many years
And then he got shot and died
And his mother cried
And he was buried
In his pool of m and
In Pennsylvania
From whence he once came
Before he attained fame
Got hurt jousting and became lame
In the epic game
Of Stratego
Copyright 1989
