Mike Philbin’s Double Vision
But, hold on, if we’re ever so lucky, there is a form of salvation in this porno version of 1984 and it appears in the form of a kitten — not a pussy — a kitten that leads us to our Samaritan — Marianne Buckman — a non-corporeal, time/space shifting Beatrice and Mata Hari rolled into one. Bad jokes litter the text, as do sex and death, eros and thanatos, and the ghostly forms of William S. Burroughs, George Orwell, and Lewis Carroll. And all this fused with a cum-tsunami of corporate terrorism, reflections on the soul…
By Steve Finbow.
Cowboy
It was the west that won,
the rest are just people scurrying around
under the light bulb filament sun,
one hundred four degrees in the shade
almost boiling the lemonade of the kid
who ran in to tell his mom
the libertines had come to town
By David E. Oprava.
True Love When You See It
Every monster you kill, it’s a home run. Your butt against her butt gives you both three-sixty coverage. Gotta be touching, though; that’s trust. And don’t step off the road. On the grass, you’re theirs. Don’t let them drag you into the corn, corn high enough to hide the scarecrows, yellow eyes amid the fireflies. Maybe if you each live through this, you were meant for each other.
By Fred Zackel.