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Will You Please facts not withstanding in a manner of speaking the ball’s in your court this too shall pass but before & just in case the matter gets out of hand there’s always a stopgap a fail-safe when the moment comes just pretend but play it safe check your battery be convincing these are good people this has never …

“Hmm,” thought I. “I pressed the button on the phone called the (balabala) button. It says that it might cause a fire. Yikes! My house might burn down. The way to deactivate it is to press the (hoseblows) button, then wait for it to start flashing. Then if it doesn’t, press the (powpow) button if you start smelling smoke. If …

At first, there was only the receptionist – rather overweight, dyed blonde, with a smile that said, ‘Aren’t I glamorous?’ Then she shouted into the back room and he appeared – small, far from young, crippled by what looked like the damage of childhood polio. He led me at a surprising clip to where my car was parked. He talked. …

nyc – if you can picture that 1950’s scene with larry rivers painting, david anram on sax, kerouac writing, allen ginsberg prancing. the gray buildings, the gray new york, the creaking dawn, the late-night diner conversations, burroughs, corso, huncke, gangsters bars on the west side, jack and bill strolling on 8th avenue only when they walked on the wild west …

I remember it was a Tuesday when the mass-mailer postcard arrived informing me, and the planet’s entire population, that the Earth would stop rotating on Friday, for the hours of eight through five, so a repair to the Earth’s axis could straighten out the seasons with a return of magnetic north and south to the poles. If they were upright …

The beach in 1989 such hills Wild rosemary and juniper Baloney sandwiches Secondhand beach towels Second and possibly third hand But we were free The importance of Reused brick frame duplexes Once used to frame A country sure of itself Now assured of the Freedom of its consequences Before the earth shrugged

Drape the night over my shoulders like a cloak of the world, call the birds of the stars from outer space and fly near my city garden. Sing a song of the giants from the huge city of platinum, awaken the drowsy city of the world with a start. Oh, the lightnings are in full bloom in the vault of …

The story is writing you, you are not writing the story. The poem is your life your life is not a poem. Your life is many poems perhaps an epic of a wily adventurer perhaps a sonnet of a doomed love affair a sun quickly setting. Perhaps a poet is writing this perhaps a failed comic is stuttering it on …

Slow; stitches and scarred. The monster turned on Master And became human. – Heather Handy

No one stops to listen while the holy painter describes his technique, and why he chose his colors thus. Even with his pitiful disassociation, dreams of this portrait will haunt him. None suspect his stuffed background of experiences. This unimportant man, this waiting man who asks the day if anyone feels love. A torture battles his thousand spirits, as the …