Took down maps, plugs
from walls, animate
crumples the rug
pushing up at its corners
like waves in the storeroom
beneath lightbulbs a life
hums away. Rust tuba
senseless, Mushmouth
tee-shirts in a warehouse
somewheres. Rattan
day-sofa, corrosive panel
spillout. Like Bugs
Bunny said, we’ve been
marooned, born back
of the bridge.
The rug is an oval
in the walls
of the panless house
and the room is
shaped maybe
for lack of real cunning
like a rectangle with a pool table
and a rug that is an oval
and a cactus painted mirror
a duffle bag, hockey puck
murky pharaoh
I am coming home again.
--Joe Robitaille
Nora Almeida: Integral #1 Integral #2 Integral #3
Richard Pearse: A Woman Cloud Young and Angry at the Moon
Olga Pester: the roof of merger refrigerator memo
Joe Robitaille: Oleo Strut Oligarchy Strychnine The Rest of Lamps
William Sanders: Easter Poem [another poem by W. Sanders (& another)]
Sarah Sarai: hAve You Been Married, the Sister asK
Pietro Scorsone: After Tomorrow Random 1-4
