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Issued by (State of Mind), Sherri Rose Walker, Poet and Florey’s Poetry Series Host. Sherri gave this to the featured poets at last Saturday’s reading. She designed and had it printed…clever woman!

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i need square time

she said with a prance

to study the conjugation of himilayan

square time

from the blues holiday and wings that fly

square time of igloo reading glasses, crusty books

trade articles and google search

oh, sing that chakra number two

and shake your heart of tambourine

howling coach to bangledesh and new york city

before i go om

plant my roots on down…

i love you, muse

pouring your sauce on my cake

but i need nerd time

with Elton and earthly dogs

i’m just a square afterall

coming home after the ball

Street Singer by artist and writer Eliezer Sobel see more about him at: http://www.eliezersobel.com/

Street Singer by artist and writer Eliezer Sobel
see more about him at: http://www.eliezersobel.com/

 

 

There’s a new ride at the Fair! Instead of the usual mechanical rides fair-goers can waste their money on, fair-goers of the writing sort can now select from several categories and get the thrilling ride of an instant rejection letter…Free!

Just think: no need to send off a submission and wait weeks. Now you can get rejected just by asking. Of the many categories, I selected “Tilt A Whirl” and below is the dizzying rejection ride I was gifted with. Thanks to the geniuses at The Stoneslide Corrective for recognizing this need and filling it. Write On.

Double click on the image below to read the letter (click again once open and you can probably get it to magnify).

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Rejection-be-Damned, I will be featuring at the Fair (Expo Building) next Saturday night June 15th at 7 p.m. I do hope you will join me for this poetry reading, which will be followed by a musical performance by Thomas Jay Burks.

luke warm water roars into the bath tub
my nerves ache for that shot of relief
only blazing water can give

i release myself to float in the cowardly bath
squirming to keep my skin from making contact with the comfortless air

i bet jack nicholson doesn’t have to take tepid baths
i meditate on the medicine chest poking out like a 1970’s TV
i bet he has a recessed medicine chest and spicy hot water, never ending

i close my eyes to the shower curtain and pretend the water is luxurious enough, brave enough to give me the hot bite i want
and it comes to me that i know jack nicholson doesn’t have to be annoyed at his spouse for turning down the blasted water heater to supposedly save a few dollars

i know this because i read they live in separate houses.
he never has a spouse sneaking around like a gremlin, moving things, but especially turning water heaters down to save money
this, of course, makes me hate jack nicholson because he is rich and never has to take a tepid bath

maybe if i wait long enough, the water will be hotter when I turn it on again
but, no, it’s cooler

i am going to kill my husband when he gets home
he is going to wish we lived in separate houses

there’s nothing like a tepid bath to get your blood boiling

courtesy of Sarah Curtiss, see more of Sarah's art at www.graceartgroup.com

courtesy of Sarah Curtiss, see more of Sarah’s art at http://www.graceartgroup.com

the flavors of my lips
inspired by jack prelutsky’s poem bleezer’s ice cream

push away your first impressions
& move on past your rules
i have a lot of flavors in me
some I’ll let you choose

lazy eyes to dream me in
feel the purring of my hips
better yet just sit right here
and taste the flavor of my lips

i have
mocha cherry almond
tequila sunrise jewel
lemon spray francesca
and
butterscotch cashew

i have a chocolate velvet tongue
that calls your lips to mine
come taste a lick of sunshine
and suck my lips like wine

i’ve got
bourbon salt vanilla
and margarita tart divine
the zest of all our flavors
will spice us up sublime

so take a step aside
your route
and savor a little taste
i promise you a flavor
you wouldn’t want to waste

push away your diet
forget your other plans
its time for blueberry kisses
to meet with cherry valentines

biljana zovkic
art courtesy of biljana zovkic
see more of her art at http://biljanazovkic.wordpress.com/biljana-zovkic-the-world-of-my-voice-poems/

I couldn’t resist re-publishing this one in the spirit of the season!

when loving the modern vampire

sex is not dead
for this heartless romantic
with a sullied reputation

this seersucker suit
wearing an armor of coldness
and absinthe eyes
directing a powerful undertow of passion
sucking
sucking you into a hazy mirror

mouthy talons drawing the blue elixir
from your wanton neck
right at that tender spot
absinthe love drugging your reason
releasing you from decision

delirious with being devoured
you whimper a sigh of relief
and you are weak in the knees

your weakness
feeds his strength
and this is the best kind of sex
for both of you

coldness can never love
but passion is your master
seduction of the forbidden and the sin-sual
your teacher

but the sin of loving rapture
the sacrifice
to the wormwood box
the sleepless hibernation
the capitulation
required for this kind of passion
is frowned upon

yet the peer pressure dies away when he calls you
with his commanding eyes and still lips
romance is not dead
when you can hear his voice
raping your mind

his exactness holds you
and makes your heart leap at the site of spires
and the thought of cold marble slabs
to be laid upon

they don’t understand
the seduction
the thrill
of collapsing in his grip

they just don’t understand the complexities
the concessions that need to be made

when loving
the modern vampire

Reading at Nola’s Monday night

come into my chamber
i will wrap you in flaps and straps
and squeeze you tight
to make it right

you hobble in broken
but lumber out
like Frankenstein
cruel shoe of a special kind

step into me, my child
people will see you coming for miles
clambering so tall
a Fashion Fatale

you’ll be housed in my dark blackness
your ankle stiff
your heel will ache
moving along with a monster gait

to the party of gimps
you are suited to join
step into Das Boot
and we will become one

Das Boot

Das Boot

honey, can you get dinner?
i have a broken foot.

honey, can you bring me a glass of water?
i have a broken foot.

honey, can you feed the dogs?
i have a broken foot.

honey, will you come up here and change the light bulb?
i have a broken foot.

honey, I forgot my book on the table
will you bring it?
i have a broken foot.

honey, will you pile those pillows for me?
i have a broken foot.

honey, will you take these to the post office?
i have a broken foot.

honey, can you do me a favor?
i have several for you to select from
i have a broken foot.

honey, could you unload the dishwasher?
i have a broken foot

oh no! honey, help me wipe up the flood in the kitchen
yes, i know you told me not to put that container full of water up there
but it’s too late now
i can’t do it alone…i have a broken foot

honey, will you …
honey?
Honey?
HO-NEEY…
Honey?
where are you?

sex is not dead
for this heartless romantic
with a sullied reputation

this seersucker suit
wearing an armor of coldness
and belladonna eyes
directing a powerful undertow of passion
sucking
sucking you into a hazy mirror

mouthy talons drawing the blue elixir
from your wanton neck
right at that tender spot
absinthe love drugging your reason
releasing you from decision

delirious with being devoured
you whimper a sigh of relief
and you are weak in the knees

your weakness
feeds his strength
and this is the best kind of sex
for both of you

coldness can never love
but passion is your master
seduction of the forbidden and the sin-sual
your teacher

but the sin of loving rapture
the sacrifice
to the wormwood box
the sleepless hibernation
the capitulation
required for this kind of passion
is frowned upon

yet the peer pressure dies away when he calls you
with his commanding eyes and still lips
romance is not dead
when you can hear his voice
raping your mind

his exactness holds you
and makes your heart leap at the site of spires
and the thought of cold marble slabs
to be laid upon

they don’t understand
the seduction
the thrill
of collapsing in his grip

they just don’t understand the complexities
the concessions that need to be made

when loving
the modern vampire

Ruffle, courtesy of Jim Blake

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bulbous overgrowth of age
as he lowers his boom to the lotus position

he responds to our questions
with vaporous phrases that rarely really answer
what itched our brain
but his responses float over us
like cozy cosmic fog

think nothing
think nothing
my leg is tingling
no matter
i think i have to pee
forget it

and, really
try not to take this all so seriously
just focus on
Nothing

my heart goes for quiet
while my brain calls for distraction
just something
anything at all…

the sound is not short
it is long and extended
breaking me for a moment
from continued struggle-toward-nothingness

even gurus fart too

the politician by Chris Love

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