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Improvijazzation Nation - Issue # 55
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Read a full-blown NOVELLA from our friend Jeffrey Morgan! Highly entertaining reading!!!!!
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Clouds Intentional Leaning
Trace outlined phantom,
Floating past mindless lunchers,
Scaled to fit in pocket yet,
wet with intuition, dripping
down like snow covered gel.
Institutional confinement
instigating true colors and
shortness of breath. All the
pretty demons lurch forward
trying to reach you under the veil.
I was told by the all seeing
that love unfurls like wind.
I thought and still wonder
do you remember the rain running
down your back or our toes tangled
in the grass?
Robe slipping to show off lovely
lines and creases that were invisible
yesterday. Invoking fears and anxiety
in me that I thought I let go
with puberty. What a shame it is
when your mind lets go and doesn't
take you with it. What a shame.
[ s t a n d i n g o n t v ] alex_barnette@hotmail.com
copyright, 2002
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“Ebb and Flow”
by
Katy Bertrand
I am like the moon
Governed by the tides
Revealing myself in cycles
Drawing out
small
parts
of an off-white
cratered sphere
Little
by little
from beneath the surface of blue.
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“Juxtsupposed”
by
Katy Bertrand
As I lie beneath
man-made nature,
I attempt to explain
the inexplicable.
I desire
the undesirable.
Fill the day
with longing for night.
I have conflicts in my head
over where I stand
on war and peace.
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(untitled)
by
Katy Bertrand
I am ocean
Sometimes brilliantly bright blue
Sometimes dingy, dirty, gray
Most often a murky green
swirled with foamy white.
I am.
I.
Or am I merely reflecting
the color of the sky.
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by luke buckham
black eyes feathers
outhouse window looks out on discarded christmas tree
angry snowflakes cover our sidewalk back-pocket knives
strangers visit the bathroom watching mice crumble away
100-proof punch washes dust from all punchbowls tickling the ceilings with fumes
we dance like crows across roads knowing the gels of our spines
who loves who loves the way i dance, the back of my head that i don't see?
bad rapper's gang-rape my girl's ears tides of spermicide dull the drums
a whole choir sits in each piano key icelandic crucifiction statues milk my eyes
distended udders drip yellow milk from murky chandeliers above android wedding
my carkeys utter prophecies in my pockets filled with yesterday's newspapers
somebody loved somebody without a bed or a brain wave.
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the hesitant flowers,
by luke buckham
like slow mice under a slow cat's teeth
love is slower than death
when you feel the bubbles of the tide
under the sun over your back
your spine turning to gold
her smile a fragile representation of emotion sprinkled with sand
looks as facile as seaweed
but seaweed is real
swiss cheese sun reflecting off jellyfish
hesitant flowers grow through frightened hands
as marching bands clad in silver
march over the hundred tides
exploding in a mercury swarm
surfacing to a false smile framed by lucid sky
the fish in the nets have never pleaded for another chance
and have never died.
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liquor store self-assertion blues
by luke buckham
long thin bottles of hard alcohol fall
through puddles of soft pink light
never shattering
the market is drowned in the tinny sound
of fingernails falling to the floor
a perfectly circular hole opens in a drunk's cheek
exposing rotting molars and a golden tarnished key
clenched between the black teeth away from doors
i run to the bathroom
strip naked and stand in a trashcan
stare into the mirror to quench my own thirst
to know who i am stalled inside
all these rippling hours that i have lost.
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