Song of the Busboy
Ryan Buynak
in the eyes of senator strangers,
they are help, just.
they are not blue-collar,
but they are not parking lot attendants.
no one wants to hear their stories any more,
omelettes and cigarettes,
maintenance …
Posted on 01 July 2011.
Ryan Buynak
in the eyes of senator strangers,
they are help, just.
they are not blue-collar,
but they are not parking lot attendants.
no one wants to hear their stories any more,
omelettes and cigarettes,
maintenance …
Posted in Issue 108, Poetry0 Comments
Posted on 12 May 2011.
Dolors Miquel
Lift up your hearts… lift up your bums!
Lift your bums off those chairs, sons of the Sow!
Lift your bodies off those sofas, you couch potatoes!
And, if you can’t …
Posted in Issue 106, Poetry0 Comments
Posted on 12 May 2011.
Dolors Miquel
Translated by Peter Bush
I God, the mammal,
look agog at the universe and invisible things
and at the flea on the belly of my dog.
Will she too look at me
with the same …
Posted in Issue 106, Poetry0 Comments
Posted on 15 April 2011.
David Hermann
scan the detail for spectators
blind maestro
hear the hoopla
when they zoom
up and down
into and through
desk city
microbe avenue
ashen spheres
and pill shaped acids
dancing
logarithms
here
among your pens…
Posted in Issue 105, Poetry0 Comments
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