L.K. Thayer

 

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“Praises From a Tenor Sax”

like salt on a bloodsucker
recoiling, shriveling
paralyzed fits of punishing
pawnshop

reuniting
with the sell-out
the down and out
muck and mire choir
singing
praises from a tenor sax
and a song
you can’t let go of

fill the loving cup
and drink it dry
try to stay away
but you can’t fight
the pull
of the taffy

you get stuck in the
sweetness
and you wanna
die
happy

L.K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry – NYC

 

 

 

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Rich Ferguson

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(Photo of Rich Ferguson courtesy of Cat Gwynn)

Plug yourself into the electric present moment jukebox, sing yourself into the total sensurround sounds of now. Wash your hair with sudsy, bubbly playgrounds of wow; give your scalp a good laugh. Imitate a ringing phone; see how long it takes for someone to pick you up. Allow music, merriment & the moon to always find you, no matter how far you may sometimes fall inside yourself. Spread some traffic jam on a piece of toast; take a bite, swallow it without an ounce of road rage as a chaser. Sit peacefully with your hands on life’s steering wheel. Rest assured your heart is your copilot.

3 poems by Mike Meraz

M MerazYour soul
Slowly
Undresses
As
Ink
Moves
Onto
Paper.

____________________

Took a
Break
From
Living on
The
Edge

But now
I miss
The
View.

______________________

Artists are
Essentially
Magicians
Turning
So much
Bullshit
That comes
Their way
Into
Beauty.

_______________________

Poems & Self Portrait by

Mitch Hicks

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There can be few better places in London for hanging socks

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Vintage Emporium enter thru pink along Bacon Street

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By candle I sup my tea as the mirror spies on me

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Close your eyes and merge from mirror thru painting of glass

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Signed D. Valentine I wonder where he hangs his socks? 

 

Snaps & poem by Mitch Hicks

 

 

 

Mitch Hicks – U.K.

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“Canary Not Contrary”

was that a canary that flew by

no silly that was mad march

a yellow month of daffs then

more cash for the city wankers

oh i meant bankers

mothers day, st patricks day

how about coffee for the canary

they dont wharf  down coffee only dogs wharf

oh thats where boats unload then.. is that near barking

can i unload there?

Poem & snaps by Mitch Hicks