"soaked engine," "Sock Puppet Alarm Clock," and "Stepping over a cloudless leaf blower"
soaked engine
Allied:
freed to breed across enemy lines.
Wasn’t this a line
draining at one
time & not the necessary
rhyme you see before you?
Tail spin/
skin lengthening
procedure/
there once was a brutality
soaked engine that engulfed
the world in its flames
& everyone rejoiced
in its strangely & overly fetishized
beauty to which I could
not find a fitting response.
Salvation
& BURNING
bridges!
Welcome
to the 21st
century!
Sock Puppet Alarm Clock
Named for the sock rifle of disbelief
a dumbstruck prince of tides
wanders into an all-night desire
munching on tacos and hitting
the dance floor until sledge hammer
fists until soccer cleats glow in the
ooze of radiation destructive pulse.
Slip, slip,
slippers and stickers
depicting an
A+++++
financial
DISASTER.
To sing
& sing
& sing until the throat
suffers a stroke
(not of good luck)
(no! no! no! no!).
Aqua marine agua,
lusting after mines
& drifting through
futuristic ennui
until the
demands are met.
Meanwhile, back on the
suffocating plane of time
we study transit maps
until the breath breaks
the absolute stalemate
of infinity.
Stepping over a cloudless leaf blower
the LIZARD has a culminating endeavor
THO chooses
not to speak
so the veins bursting at the neck
WHERE
ONCE, there had
been muscles of the type
that French kiss in twilight
as if trains colliding
in
spherical
TUNNELS
lifted off the walls the painted
grimaces of coal yard regrets
that i reject outright as OVER-
WROUGHT &
that,
to be, the must
amid
tides & tumultuous park benches
where policemen lie & lie & lie
& LIE as
incapable of
telling the TRUTH
as a PREACHER
in a gilded
cage whose cheeks have hollowed
OUT
& the brief truncated
mysteries of the
leaping fish could only let fly the
aliveness of sounded out VOWELS
to
the CHILDREN of the
monstrous & the
greedy w/ heads like mushroom clouds
w/ bits of torn up paper products
adrift in the sewers of our times
THEIR mouths,
still in envy,
THEIR spores
like potato balloon
& gigantic
swinging primrose
tyrants
stuffed full of handsomely adorned
charms,
pounding at the alley door,
which changes shapes as
much as an organ bellows
having set foot
in a back & forth crawling pit,
enhanced by virtue
abandoned,
STOMPED,
played OUT,
freshly put in
to &
out of
theories abound as
to why all else fails to
bridge the gaps b/t RICH &
POOR,
b/t SLOB & COWARD,
b/t
the demiurges left on backdoor step
for the vultures to
obscure.
Joshua Martin is a Philadelphia based writer and filmmaker, who currently works in a library. He is member of C22, an experimental writing collective. He is the author most recently of the books peeping sardine fumes (RANGER Press) and [Ruptured] >> Schematic << MAZES (Sweat Drenched Press). He has had numerous pieces published in various journals. You can find links to his published work at joshuamartinwriting.blogspot.com Joshua recommends the Morris Animal Refuge.
