It’s a rainy day.
A customer slips and falls.
All the customers gather:
YOU SHOULD PUT UP A WET FLOOR SIGN! they cry.
The floor is dry, I say. It’s your shoes that are wet:
you slipped on your own shoes, wet with the rain
you chose to go out in.
BUT IT’S THE LAW FOR A SHOP TO PUT OUT
WET FLOOR SIGNS WHEN IT RAINS!
the customers say.
Do they want me to put signs on their heads
so they know when they’re wet?
Or how about outside
when it rains?
How about in your homes
so you know how to dress?
This is why
we have a nanny state
that is funded by
This is why
of the political candle
are burning towards
YOU PEOPLE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHEN YOU ARE WET
and soon we’ll all burn.
This poem is from this forthcoming book!
a year later
we drove south
for a real honeymoon
a week’s worth
of ocean edge
we drank pina coladas
because of that Rupert Holmes song
walked in the surf
skinny gal dance
on top a bar
we watched the
acrobatic water ski
we took lots of
all that Rupert Holmes
Wanda Morrow Clevenger is a Carlinville, IL native. Over 365 pieces of her work appear in 131 print and electronic publications. Her debut book This Same Small Town in Each of Us released in October of 2011. She is currently polishing a full-length poetry manuscript.
Where are they the flowers that rhumba?
The midnight moon that sonnets Shakespeare to my heart ?
I only see snake oil pussy whipped hypocrites- in bespoke -tailor made suits
and backwash bankers playing fantasy flutes
Sunken debt in the poltergeist eyes of
the walking dead – you don’t ask you don’t care
there are stalking credit moles everywhere
and penny cock jocks who’ll burn you in the mouth
Under cover red ants will hiss and steal your house .
Saira Viola is a critically acclaimed fiction ball buster , poet , song lyricist and creator of literary technique sonic scatterscript . Her work focuses on the disenfranchised , the rebels , the misfits , the marginalised and collaterally damaged who glitter the cosmos . Novels (Jukebox ) (Crack Apple And Pop) Novella (Slide ) Poetry (Don’t Shoot The Messenger) (Flowers of War) (Fast Food and Gin On The Lawn) (Rebel Mini Book of Verse) Publications (International Times), (Push), (Dead Snakes ) (Artvilla)(Red Fez) (Sick Lit) (The Poetry Times) (Crab fat) (Mother bird) (Longline Press) (Gonzo Today) http://www.stopwar.org.uk/index.php/multimedia/poetry-spoken-word/1903-flowers-of-war-sara-viola (Tuck) (Dissident Voice )
like ancient stone ruins in the desert, the tattoos in my arm.
the gulag-thin spiders that shelter in its pistons.
my charm bracelet of my own old embalmed heads.
Alexander Devon is just starting out as a poet. He is studying genetics at the University of Leeds. A poem of his has been published in Riverbabble, and was highly commended by the Solstice Prize.
I slid my winning slip
under the security partition
the cashier stared
his face like a rough brick
his eyes alive with contempt alone
and we stood there like that
breathing the stale air
I stuffed the cash
into my inside pocket
nodded and ducked out
there were no winners
Matthew J Hall is a UK writer based in Bristol. His poetry chapbook, Pigeons and Peace Doves is available through Blood Pudding Press. He reviews small press books at http://www.screamingwithbrevity.com
Underfoot the worms awake.
The sudden flood from the oscillating sprinkler
is intolerable to them, and they push to the surface
pink and brown and nearly straight
like little socks hung out to dry
and exposed to the idiot sun
and if I had the right kind of ears
I am sure I would hear them gasp.
Mike went to a picnic but there was nobody there. This sort of thing is always happening.
Love is born in a glance
And matures in a smile.
For years you had been told
The heart knows things
About which the mind
Knows nothing about.
Now, after two failed marriages,
You seek counseling.
One marriage counselor
Tells you to go on dates.
Another tells you
Soulmates are not perfect,
To shitcan everything.
But you know that romantic love
With all its dreams and sorrows
Is humanity coming full circle,
That dopamine dope,
The brain in love.
My poetry and prose poems have appeared in Misfit Magazine, Dead Snakes, Homestead Review, The Paterson Literary Review, Red River Review, and Slipstream, among others. My book What They Wanted was published last November 11th, Veterans Day, by FutureCycle Press in Lexington, Kentucky. http://victor-henry.net/