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Cubistic Body World Carolyn M. Rodgers one knee turned against the other one foot walking in one direction the other foot headed, another legs and thighs rubbing each other in the wrong way the left hand beating always beating the right one and the right hand forever trying to hold its own the mouth, mocking the tongue. eyes, rolling at each other. a body walking around with its foot in its mouth, most of the time. boasting that it is so advanced, it has eyes in the back of its head. behold. the body of the world. it appears that no one will have the distinct odious honor of dismantling or killing it. it is tearing its own self apart. Him Chris Schultz I crazy-glued this chip on my shoulder I shaved my head to hide the balding I am 20 with the body of a 12-year-old and a scalp of 70 I have a lazy right (evil) eye that lets me see all my insecurities I have prayed to all the Gods I have not gotten an answer yet, but my voice mail is broken I have no saving grace I have made decisions that will govern the rest of my life I am not happy with any of them. |
Angel Food (for Somalia) Carolyn M. Rodgers it is the beelzebub's flies on the children's fathomless dark eyes, crawling around their defenseless open noses and mouths, with their maddening whines and their busy babble buzzing. on leftover dry mouths and dry bones, an army of Ezekiel's god, in life's sacrificial valley of hunger and death a marketplace of left over food and the flies on the food. II. death eats them along with ascending and descending angels, they float up and down, angels armies of them, their arms full as they envelope and swallow them up up, the people are nothing but angel food, angel food... We’re Only Human Carolyn M. Rodgers Hey. this is an absolute fact and there are precious few of them left around. nobody gets out of this maze house of crazy mirrors alive. absolutely nobody can sweet or fast talk the manager out of not taking back the space that you occupied. you can cry, you can throw tantrums, you can curse, you can chant or pray, but in the end, you'll have to get out. What the heck. you'll only be leaving behind a few inhumane wars, with millions, even the alive unborn being killed. you'll only miss the famines, the earthquakes, the floods, the big and little holocausts. What do you expect? To be able to stay around forever? Coming in and going, going and coming in, simply to watch the fall down, the down fall? We're only human, huh? the Cainites. What does God expect? |