Friday, June 26, 2026

Whip! by Jim Meirose


Whip!

 ((((Okay, hey you, you hijacked my time, I’m sitting in this car, with the motor {{{{{ Do not do dis 2 us Babbi! Do not do dis, do not DO!  }}}}} running and the gas level sinking, and, you were you supposed suck to you cork suck it until I Was Done, get off you suck you suck you suck you suck you suck, zap Babbi!  me to over there where you’er supposed to wait OKAY I got someone scripted to illegally board this “Massive Old-School All Steel Caddy”, claiming to be escaping from something, which, when described, proved—ridiculous. But, that’s not the point, point is, that, they’re waiting in the wings [under contract therefore costing lots of money] engines idling, all pressures hissing, temp gauge quivering l’il by l'il No not into possible this dialogue is the red essential. Thus, class, you see before you are the leaders of the future and must be nurtured, yes, must be meticulously trained, yes, because thousands of traffic jams like the kind you are portraying will come, and go, and ultimately be lost and forgotten while the most sublime countless breakthroughs and benefits which each and every student you see in this mass spread out all ‘cross here, will be completely felt by all future humans! Oh, yes. Oh, yes! Each ‘n every, yes, oh yes. each ‘n every ‘n each ‘n every, sighhhhhhhhhh, BRUISE hop, FLIP! )! THERE we slammed down your mutiplactlickular “visor” so fast, and so hard there, that, it will not be raisable again ‘till the swills meet the road ||||||WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING WHAT THE HELL, AFTER ALL ‘kay that Jai alai is an exciting fast moving game in which players bounce a ball off a walled-in space at incredible speeds using Hans-held wicker cestas ))))

YO!

Whip!

 

Sunday, June 7, 2026

Thievery before an opaque misapprehension by Joshua Martin

 

dOwN changed a lOAf

       : condensed acne evaluation :

                 (of splendor, dripping,           [stevedore playinged

                   malfunctioning, barely              hide-and-go-seek,

                   audible in fiery auto-              vanishing bulbous

                   matic thistles) =>                             barstools

   dAnCe                                                         w/o thought=

          rapid cornea stability                                            ful

,         AT EASE / AT REVERSE / /           meandering forks]

. . . . .

cosmetic serial maladjustment              /                :                     /

fuming like a sprained ankle                         \                    \

rattling against stone age sewage  

systems arbitrarily dispensed                   :     , , , , ,

                         : RaGe (for?

                                        against?

                                        Both?) =>

          all between

          sullen nausea, COASTING            >sTeAdT As A RoCking

=UN=                                                             shovel piercing

   EVENT=FUL                                             amorous kneecaps

                          dispositions of a                 , as wobbly as shut-in    

                          herded trainline =>             denominators< 

      sub=

      ATOMIC suspenders

      breathing lifeless warmth                 | ,  !  |  , => => => => =>

      into invisible leaping supernovas 

                      / [dRaFt, personified

                          ROMAN endeavors                (shadow,

                          coordinating gathering             shaded &

                          funereal wavelengths] \                  foaming

=> BeaMs eNcRuSt rIveRs                                         at the MoUtH)

       oF bAwDy whirPOOLS <= , , , , ,

                                revoltinged  

                                cybersecurity     

                                BLACKHOLE

                                               [. . . . . . . . . .

 

Sunday, May 24, 2026

Marzipan Divination Folly by Mark DuCharme

  for Joshua Martin





The crystallographer zeroed in on a treatise of snores

It was stuffy as a hummingbird’s livingroom

Oilcloth blowouts in chanticleer misery

An ancient way of telling flowers from bells


Wilted cargo, jaded vanity

Who put the lop in lopsided?

I’ve dug myself out of worse graves

The other way lies psoriasis


Loosen up now, down a pituitary bargain

The read road is often gone

Find a signal you could aim at vanishing

Threads won’t be threads in the harbor anymore


A case of hard, serpentine housing

Down whatever lawn you care to snore

Where spears an igloo of lancet doubling

Out the mirror, killing time

Sunday, March 15, 2026

Paid Promotional Message by Jim Meirose

 

This is a paid promotional message (we couldn’t weasel out of it as it is an artifact of an early-on contractual agreement made prior to having 1(NO) (Can you imagine where this project would be now, if the slick-shine pulling the wool down on whatever child signed this, had just a pulled back their drapes just inch more to the sun sharper?)  here it is:        1a brain.

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Limbic  Cream                                     Oil for the Masses

             Available in many   Apply in the serious colors

 including “green”  moonlight      If not sooner      Tomorrow

                  Drifting                         {green cheese}

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