week of December 27, 2004-January 9, 2005
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A native of Ohio, Arlen Donzi’s work has appeared in “Exquisite Corpse” and “La Petite Zine ” Donzi now lives in New York City.
The following work is Copyright © 2004, and owned by Arlen Donzi and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Shy Octopi Express
Shy octopi express feelings
By hue change and prove
Intelligent when accessing food:
Mayo jars full of worms So a sign informs
It echoes in here It echoes in here Hear it Hear that echo That’s the echo I can beat you I can run faster OK go
Here one cowers on
Concrete coral, bright-lit
Tittie bar grease yellow and green:
In the sea floor floor show
Our sexy star demures
Move now, you’re on my foot, you’re in my way, you take too long
Little fiddle head family’s
Off like a shot bullet to
An opposite crag, settles ruffling,
And sends unsure petalled tentacles
To feel their way along fake rock
Is it alive Is it moving Is it asleep Does it bite I asked first Can you pick me up I want to see No, me Pick me
Singe yourself yellow
Showing afraid Or
Bloodened orange registers
Rubbery rage Crimson-tinge your lilac
Limbs and tell us that you feel it
It slimes when you pop it Squish it Smear it gumlike under shoe Wipe it Drag it sticky and stomp it off in the bathroom
Could: fill the tank with
Milky-pearl ink A
Shimmering lactic welkin
Keeps them at bay while you get away
One grand night to the ocean
That thing smells It’s ugly It’s gross It stings It eats people I’m scared Where are the otters The sharks The snacks The books The bears.
Lucas Thorn is indeed his real name, and not one made up by his agent so he can get a spot on Days of Our Lives Lucas lives in Perth, Western Australia Lucas has ten toes (although he wishes he had thirteen), went to uni for four years in hope of picking up girls at the local uni pub (he failed miserably-maybe he should have thought of actually going to the pub instead of just looking in from the doorway), and is currently exploring his creative talents by maintaining a contemptuous attitude toward the system and all those who participate in it That is, he’s unemployed and living on noodles All hail the Noodle King
Visit Lucas on the web here: http://www.lateralobsessions.com/
The following work is Copyright © 2004, and owned by Lucas Thorn and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
weathergirl predicts rain
maximum of sixteen,
and have you seen
my top? isn’t it tight?
my smile is broad
teeth are white,
tomorrow, it will rain.
quiet chocolate cards
game over: puzzle complete simple impressions are
beyond expression mister nishi flies a kite
before he dies.
flowers couldn’t say
what words never will;
your smile is wicked.
god is an atheist
elbows rest against bar; neon
reflected in wet eye-blinks why does god hate me, he asks bartender shrug-sets
up another; he’s seen it all
before ash floats (island
volcanoes extinct) within
a puddled sea lifts
his head, rolls eyes and
says have faith, because
god is an atheist.
as tomorrows go
goblin smile, your cheeks hurt practical joker,
sticking balloons to cars as tomorrows go,
you’re by far
the most beautiful.
spliced avocado shelter
me in your garden
of springs and dead concrete
feet surround in gelatine don’t listen to words
when you can hear noises
oil drip on metal rust i’m asking you
to be nervous in the face
of opposition this plane dives like a swan
into ash heap grain silo and you sing, charmed
novice apprentice with arms
insect wings breathe
in summer swirl
who do you think you are?
red baron? hey, biggles,
you missed the runway.