Sea of Wheels

Sea of Wheels    

            Floats absorbed

                     Somewhere to go not to be                                          Laughs along pundits

                                                                                  Screams the nearest vessel

                                              Catcalls a bent sundress never to be met

                        Freedom defined in miles per hour

                       Eyes fixed in avoidance of murders

                                                      Secretly wished

                                                                                         She who steps in front

                                                                        Of you is the beast

                             

                             You nearly complete machines

                             Locked in pilot authority, barely moving

                            Anything but your destined minds

 

                                                                       The earth smolders 

                                         your speed         sucked from ground 

                                        buckled tight too safe for resting heads 

                                       on chests/reading these thoughts

 

                                                                                               A turtle in the median

                                                                                        Brushes his cheeks

                                                                            On the things

                                                             You’ll never dare

–Jimmy Chartreuse

After Freddy

Town crumbling in cadence with the storm bulging rained-in roofs bow down to royal families At all points the despair settling in waves
where memories sicken love yokes

No finality crawls from the celestial place No bridges to health from broken reveries The mobs don’t feed themselves
killing more roots then forgetting to grow

Fundamental white fences
splintered to murder the neighbors Ruinous hiccups in the money beds
where sex is an apology made over & over

This suburb forgets gold for forlorn fornication & children break heat
across long winded insults
The wind moans louder than the injured

Bethany Price

After B.P.

Caustic ephemera spill over blotter lips, oracles turn blue in wait of new believers, belltowers shake leaves attempting updates for digital ears, the holy spirit is filled with cancer, your blood no longer satisfies, cramped chorus girls shake out aches to kick drums thumping, keeping steps ahead quicksand sucks, bleak futures, when death questions you’d better answer formally

chasing wilted flowers weaves maps to exposed bankruptcies, every guilty action atones father’s negligence, I chew them and wretch his petrified pew, beetles crawl beneath dermis issuing spiteful divisive commands, your hollow prophecies will echo into gravel, I’ll pound my incantations to time, your dust steaming my cauldron, I’ll build a new dragon who’ll pull down a moon for lighting your extinction and releasing the dance.

Freddy La Force

Marriage

What has become of romance

Does commitment mean anything

Nowadays?

Courtship must alter its course

Opposing the wind for too long

Love has been falling

Finally, love stretches its arms

Shifting carefully to the upright

Position

No longer horizontal

Ready for action

Walking down the street I wave hello

To a bicycled white man who looks

Like someone I know but he is not

These men all have similar uniforms

But I love them

Hello I wave at the black men

Treading the concrete alongside me

They are my neighbors I want to know

love them despite my country

Insisting I shouldn’t

I ignore the flashing screen’s instruction
 

And submerge in the external nervous system
 

Admire the homosexuals
 

Who are teaching this lesson

 

Admire the mothers
 

Who choose poverty in order
 

For their children to grow up without pasts

 

Admire the women
 

But not in a fashion resembling assault

 

Admire the blathering demented
 

Zig-zagging the roadways

 

Admire the workers
 

Steeped in profanity

 

Admire the gangs
 

and your fear they feed from

 

Love no longer sleeps
 

In bedtime stories

Of chivalry and sacrifice

We must bow to our neighbors 

Embrace every being

Extend their limbs to ours
 

The world is to be wed

To an evil Ebenezer

We must rescue it
 

For all to share

The old love too selfish

Only functions behind closed doors
 

Sleeping love becomes fluid

Waking love is fluid
 

Matter that can take any form

We can breathe it together 

Creating more with each exhalation 

Admire the angry

 

Admire the tearful
 

Admire your arguing neighbors

Who forget they do not live in a cave 

Everyone in love with everyone!
 

The weird, the dirty, the preppy, the rebel, the LOUD,

the soft, the CEO
 

Please love the CEO and take from him every

thing he owns

 

If we continue assigning union
 

Of pairs in preference to all
 

We are duped
 

Into Earth ablaze that eats our skins
 

Each apathy feeding air to each flame

 

Love must stop falling
 

Love must stand up
 

Everyone, please,
 

Marry me
 

-Nathan Fredrick, from Parallelograms, V.A.P. 2014

Hungover with a Lampshade

In a hotel room, I am jolted awake.

No being waits for me in the dark,

nor in the empty bed next to me,

but the color of the air is different.

 

I notice the walls: I am appalled.

They are covered in peeling hair.

 

A sound from my throat is cloyed

when no locks brush my shoulders:

I raise a hand to my head,

 

my scalp is floral.

Wallpaper.

Unoffending and bland.

 

The floor aches with a lusty flesh breath

and my figure doesn't rise or fall.

It’s hard to realize it when I touch

my body, it takes me a few seconds 

to process,

 

as I pick splintered wood 

from my belly.

-Bethany Price, from Terror, V.A.P. 2014

Landscape

In the lutheran white window

One thousand sprites eat the sky

making room for noxious gases

 

we need more kaleidoscope

In our sunset-storied still lives

 

Showers cascade off shoulders

A mardi gras snare t-tak takk tak tak t-tak takk!

Further studies indicate

Dreams make better rulers than facts

 

Pull shades from the forrest catalog

Pick an exotic pollution 

Set the correct contrast

Here are some samples to inspect

 

This land of subjective evidence

Makes it easy to believe

What can’t be known

 

We’ll never fully know each other

We can celebrate or make excuses

Hang a silent faith on the firmament

-Nathan Fredrick

The Look

I want a press.

Isn’t that crazy?

I’m going to order it

and watch that dog

    over there-do you

think we matched on

    our way over here?

 

I hope not too much, God

I hate those couples, the

way you know exactly how

they are in bed together,

 

I’ll wear the polo, babe,

and they’ll know I spank

your ass if you keep your

hair down-or am I too sexed?

 

No reading at the table.

Look at me, I’m watching the

dog, I barely know you,

we’ve never done it

-Heidi Koos, from Parallelograms, V.A.P. 2014.