exsanguinate | issue 4.1 excerpt

volume 4 issue 1

sellout - sarah wenzlick
winner, exsanguinate spring 1999 high school writing contest

I may talk strange but that's no way to go judging someone you don't even know.
I'm a kid of the streets but I know the "feats" of my forefathers and the ones before them,
who crossed the sea from indecency, into independancy from the original sins,
only to replay history, once again,
and the circles begin to spin.
You think I don't know? I have something to show you here before your own beady eyes.
Do you hear me below? Sí, yo conozco that you try to justify the change, but there it lies,
your own tinny dream, fragmented it seems, no...abandoned.
Do you feel the lead in your gut turn over,
as you realize there is nothing added to you
since that day you took up a threepiecesuiteighthourday job
and pushed back the streets from your thought?
And what, you left us to die?
You dropped your past, and I wanna kick your ass, with my fists and with my mind.
You can't just flee like the ten-year-old you once were.
You have priorities, yeah, but what of the ones you killed so long ago? Take it to soul.
You're not allowed back into your own world anymore, lost chance, past mates gone.
As your own creativity, imagination, dies and withers within you,
don't recognize me -- I don't recognize you.
Your fÿr is out. Your passion spent on last week's budget charts for Boss.
Get out of my way, I have feelings to save.
You lost me by your own ways, and I lost you by the same.
Maybe you still have memory,
pero no estas aquí
Y no estoy allí.

Fue con el viento.
El viento te toco. El mundo te tocó.
Adios al amigo que yo pide.

moondance of the immoral monkey - deckard kinder

can you do you believe I watched myself
              go fucking mad for you?
    obsessed to my toe nails
                  loudmouth obvious
          and oblivious to everything
  [my dreams of you excepted]

   I watched myself dance to your tune
    naked as a fucking baboon
  in the goddamn jungle moon

                 for what?

                           electric
                            orgasmic
                        voodoo
                           love
                            angel
                    my ass

                    I watched myself
               noose myself
 in some hyper-passionate auto-asphyxia
masturbatory mindfuck mayhem over you

             strangers in the light
      desperate darkside companions
                  night dancing
   each other to some ecstatic oblivion
  grunt groaning flesh-greedy
            addicts on the jones

nobody deserves you [except me]

hypocritic oath - jeffery s barnes

All problems begin
when we are squeezed from a warm womb
in which all our needs were being met
into a cold world that meets none.
If the people who delivered us
into this sad pathetic world
really cared about our well being,
they would not sever us from the umbilical cord --
they would strangle us with it.
We are all scarred for life --
yet we never talk about our navels.

intrigue - kyle peplinski
honorable mention, exsanguinate spring 1999 high school poetry contest

The smoke swirls like a mass of tangled ghosts,
The source of this devilish party, a single solitary point of light.
One small flame to produce all this.
They float and dance to a slow silent song
All in sync with one another
As though connected by a mutual understanding.
The light of the fire finally flickers
As if to signal the party's end
Then all the ghouls quietly exit 
without leaving a trace.

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