dick - kurt von behrmann

Compose dialogues
about Cunt
or Pussy
Applause freely flows
Talk about love
for Cock
see silence.

Explore Vagina
Enter hers
and your own
the world is titillated

Enjoy Cock 
When you already carry one
Become 
a dismissed minority

The woman who loves Cunt
is adored
The man who
adores another cock
Is the lesser man. 

memento mori - m zajac

Summer's hours have torn the hospice from your eyes
And sterile I walk room to room,
Throwing open curtains to let the light
That tortures off lineaments from your frame;
Now but in shadows we still meet
And in empty sockets I see my fears.

I lay your photographs on the grass at noon
To bleach the colors back to red,
Salmon, pink, muscle, and finally to bone,
The pigments cooked off, flesh tones devoid of blood,
And yet when by me they are seen,
It's like from the album they were never gone.

My sheets have been washed to remove your scent,
(Which was retreating on its own
But not fast enough to let me lie in peace)
And still through the dense fever in my brain
My nose hears a familiar voice:
The music from your hair clings to pillows faint.

You've been gone for two weeks, and yet you survive,
Simulacrums stand at my door;
In July's heat I cannot shake your grip
And mirages once cloaked become all too clear --
On a different bed you now sleep
And those still living haunt those who cannot move.

#2 - rick tanksley

do you know
what it is to be trapped in here
behind these eyes that see all there is to see

can you feel 
the impotent rage that grips and strangles me
I cant do a fucking thing
yet I am forced to see

the injustices you perpetrate
on your fellow man
the pain and death you cause
just because you can

in the name of mighty liberty
you fly your cotton flag
you enlist the feeble masses
to wring your blood soaked rag

none dare call it conspiracy
I fucking can

diaphanous machinations
on the cathode tube
gospel to the sheep

this is why - arezou ghane

Sometimes I hate
Myself.

I have existed
seventeen years
in ignorance. 

All my world
reading and
writing; without
Understanding.
Lavishly feeding 
deeper into my noxious
and perishing 
self assembled earth.
Indulgence,
voracity
to never confess
my own deformity
the ugly 
person I have become.

Lost infinitude
consumed by
disturbing masturbations
loving, making
empty love
to and
for people that never exist.
Creating
a concrete realm
of equivocation.
Becoming my own
traitor.
Doing that I hate.

Found myself in
beatnik verses,
because I was 
screaming,
ripping at my lung,
to be born
cleaner than I am
and I never
occupied what I said.

Seventeen decades,
seventeen thousand milleniums
depleted, so
that I would sabotage
the Perfection of my birth.