Poem A Day/ April 21st, 2012 – Michael J. Martin
Posted: April 23, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, From Collagraphy, Michael J. Martin, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Thunderclap Press Leave a comment »
FROM COLLAGRAPHY/ MICHAEL J. MARTIN
I recycle batteries by eating them.
I by batteries eating them recycle.
Eating I them batteries by recycle.
By eating recycle I batteries.
Them.
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Poem A Day/ April 20th, 2012 – Michael J. Martin
Posted: April 23, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, From Collagraphy, Michael J. Martin, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Thunderclap Press Leave a comment »
FROM COLLAGRAPHY/MICHAEL J. MARTIN
I’m thinking of heaven.
Grade school and Scandinavian politics.
Of which I know nothing about.
My answers to your questions is mainly yes.
I’m thinking of electrons.
Happymeals and Troy McClure.
Out of which all of this is pouring.
It is an interesting fact the scent of human death.
To expound:
No one is thinking of dearth.
No one considers width.
A small tear is a blackhole’s spirit arrow.
Donate yourself to science.
Think, pushing down.
Down think, cough it up.
Pushing your donate button. (Cough)
I’m thinking of a zombie between 1 and 10.
Of minutes gone.
Of which you should know something about.
You’re becoming a beautiful sob story.
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Poem A Day/ April 19th, 2012 – Ryan W. Bradley
Posted: April 19, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Ryan W. Bradley, The Glitter The Sweat, Thunderclap Press Leave a comment »
THE GLITTER, THE SWEAT/ RYAN W. BRADLEY
no one gives a shit
what I want,
even when all I want
is to eat glitter
and pretend
it’s the sweat
off your chest
when you arch back
doing your best
Iggy Pop
and I turn up
the dimmer
so I can see
your pale skin
and pretend
no one ever stopped
calling us punks
or kids or young.
even now
this is all I want,
another erection
because of the way
it drains the noise
from my mind.
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Poem A Day/ April 18th, 2012 – Robert Vaughan
Posted: April 18, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Robert Vaughan, Thunderclap Press, You're All 2 Comments »
YOU’RE ALL/ ROBERT VAUGHAN
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Poem A Day/ April 17th, 2012 – Helen Vitoria
Posted: April 17, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Helen Vitoria, Poem A Day, Poetry, Thunderclap Press, Trauma Leave a comment »
TRAUMA/ HELEN VITORIA
after Anaïs Nin
Father tells me
be brilliant
climb a trapeze
chameleon eyed
then lay a veil on water
build every room as
if a city burns
crackling on my breast
once the sea starts climbing
I tell him to watch
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Poem a Day/ April 16th, 2012 – Scott Riley Irvine
Posted: April 17, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Bracketing, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Scott Riley Irving, Thunderclap Press Leave a comment »
BRACKETING/ SCOTT RILEY IRVINE
The whales have impaled themselves
on the harpoons. Distressed
with what can’t be imagined,
what shouldn’t be delayed.
Blame our melatonin.
Blame the wasted time
I see in place of my mother.
The shade beguiles,
and you have only half as many lovers.
I’ve asked that you say something nice.
Please tell me that I can still be
any old wooden post on an American boardwalk,
tied at the neck with a carnival bell.
Everything is uncommon
and it can all be tunneled beneath.
But fun is a standard of value
for which we can offer no precedence.
I imagine it as lifting your ankle.
Loosening your wrist.
Large cords of wood,
empty observatories.
Curl your back in a way
that we will know
you are sleeping.
Cling to the roots as they
float further away.
The soil around them will appear
damp and trodden.
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Poem A Day/ April 15th, 2012 – William Merricle
Posted: April 15, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, NaPoWrMo, Poem A Day, Poetry, Thunderclap Press, Vacuum, William Merricle 1 Comment »
VACUUM/ WILLIAM MERRICLE
a potent weapon in the battle of
what I feel I feel
is the transmigration of emptiness
as far as I’m concerned
fate can suck my drunken cock
into its blades
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Poem A Day/ April 14th, 2012 – Linda Amundson
Posted: April 15, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Architectural Details, Linda Amundson, NaPoWrMo, Poem A Day, Thunderclap Press 1 Comment »
ARCHITECTURAL DETAILS/ LINDA AMUNDSON
Windows by Billy Collins.
Doors by Carl Sandberg.
Rooftops by Timothy Steel .
I could build a house of poetry
in the kitchen where my
heart dwells.
The smell of Phil Levine’s
Salami rises above
Elizabeth Bishop’s The Fish
and Gelett Burgess’s
Purple Cow.
The hard dry peppery casing
Levine stuffed with
nasty bits
compressed into
a savory homage to life
leaves an aftertaste
everywhere so compelling
I want to grind my own salami.
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Poem A Day/ April 13th, 2012 – James Claffey
Posted: April 15, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 2012, Brooklyn, James Claffey, NaPoWrMo, NY, Poem A Day, Thunderclap Press 2 Comments »
BROOKLYN, NY/ JAMES CLAFFEY
We had a baby. One hand missing.
A doll discarded after Christmas.
Everything I did displeased my wife.
Baby’sgummed mouth to her milky breast.
Her wedding band made my skin smell of burnt toast.
“You need to leave.”
Shed, like a cat leaving hair on a carpet.
The time for talk was past.
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Poem A Day/ April 12, 2012 – Shane Gannaway
Posted: April 12, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: April 12 2012, I Spy Babies, NaPoWrMo, Poetry, Shane Gannaway, Thunderclap Press 3 Comments »
I SPY BABIES/ SHANE GANNAWAY
I spy babies; they pick at cantaloupe pieces
couched in clear plastic cups as I stroll
on Lexington. Picky fingers need a fork,
maybe? I’d offer one, but the mother
needles a leer at me, as though my
motives were less than innocent.
