May 8-14, 2006: Pete Lee and Louie Crew

week of May 8-14, 2006



Pete Lee and Louie Crew


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Pete Lee
pete.lee@mchsi.comt

Bio (auto)

Pete Lee’s former occupations include army sergeant/counterintelligence agent, federal intelligence operations specialist, private investigator, newspaper reporter, and social worker His poetry has appeared in hundreds of electronic and print publications He live’s in Ridgecrest, California.

The following work is Copyright © 2006, and owned by Pete Lee and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

first cup of coffee
at the beach house —
fog starting to lift

grazing in the hills
a scattered herd
of cloud shadows

her back to me
she undresses in the light
of the harvest moon

outside the screen door
the cat awaits his next chance
to snub my welcome

symmetry:
military
cemetery

Up since 2 a.m —
does the world need a bath
or do my eyeballs?


Louie Crew
lcrew@andromeda.rutgers.edu

Bio (auto)

I have edited special issues of College English and Margins I have written four poetry volumes Sunspots (Lotus Press, Detroit, 1976) Midnight Lessons (Samisdat, 1987), Lutibelle’s Pew (Dragon Disks, 1990), and Queers! for Christ’s Sake! (Dragon Disks, 2003) The University of Michigan collects all my papers As of today, editors have published 1,719 of my works
Visit Louie on the web here: http://newark.rutgers.edu/~lcrew

The following work is Copyright © 2006, and owned by Louie Crew and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Watching the Watcher

I watched God when He made
Adam’s penis,
matched it with his own,
checked it out for size,
for accordianability,
and for fit and feel
in a dozen orifices;
and I swear
He was happy,
did not draw the curtain,
never smirked,
but winked,
even blinked in anticipation
I watched God as She made
Eve’s vagina,
measured it with Her delicate fingers,
nudged out a dimension,
added springs, nectar, slush,
rejected the notion
of a finger-like protrusion
self-insertable at the entrance,
purred to experience
for the first time
the joy for which
Eve was being made.

Yuppie Litany

At the End of the Age

Gucci, Gucci, goo Gucci, Gucci, goo Gucci, Gucci, goo.

Cock & Balls Poem

Laud Humphreys used to cruise the waysides,
wait out last dribbles, count tricks, and
memorize license plates for detective sociology
That was before we moved out of the bushes
into a respectable block
Next Humphreys retraced to our bars,
months afterwards,
counting how many of us
have had our peters cut off
and stuffed into our mouths,
and whether before or after dying.