Cinema Absurdity

by Sy Roth

Sitting in a darkened theater
hushed moments before the darkened screen
goes sun bright and the music wails and rattles ears
pulsating seats with their intensity,
the heart patters in anticipation
hungering for images
that come surfboarding in
on a wave of unbalancing sound
swatting the neurons in the brain awake to the other world
shackling them to the oversized lips and tongues of beings
whose words mold the storyline
actions their companion pieces.

Orgasmatronic inhalers of others’ performances
Seek escape-moments;
the movie their exoskeleton
Milk Duds and buttered popcorn finger-fuel.
Expulsion the final reward from their Garden of Eden
to the unreal streets that gobble them up
like another bag of popcorn.

Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard and The Eloquent Atheist. He won a poetry contest sponsored by Newsday.

photo by Sarah_Ackerman

Stinky Asphalt Machine

by Michael West

How do you find peace?

Look within.
Are you dealing with piles
Of dirty laundry, unwashed
Dishes and an unmade bed?
Or is life splashing
Like a Carribean wave
Pushing seawrack, shells
And sand between your toes,
As you sit sipping beer
Sunburnt and listless
In a canvas-covered
Wooden chair,
While the echoes of cars
Rushing over steel-girdered
Bridges crash against
Your kitchen window?
As soot settles into
Crevices you cannot wash
Clean, you cannot reach?

In foreign lands home and
Abroad, blood flows like
A cool wind over cracked stone
Walkways, and the flesh
Of children, young men
Women and old
Folks closing windows
With bony hands soon
Will rain like hailstones
Across their neighborhood
Gathering places.

Think all you can do
Is lift your drink and
Sip your powerless

Think too much trouble
To get in the way
Of that stinky asphalt

Look what happened
To the guy who laid
his legs across the tracks.

Forget the big symbol,
Forsake the passivity
Too easy to claim, give up
Thinking you have to do
Much more than care,
Than show love, than
Embody peace. Imagine
You could be true to
Yourself and not risk
A thing by just being
Peaceful, loving and
Reluctant to allow
That stinky asphalt
Machine to pave
Your life over.

Or pick up a spanner,
Toss it into the works
And hear the gears
Grind like a predator
That has bitten down
On something he
Cannot crush to dust.

Michael West is a poet.

photo by Clairity

Still Cans

by Fabio Sassi

Still Cans by Fabio Sassi

Fabio Sassi has had several experiences in music, photography and writing. He has been a visual artist since 1990 making acrylics using the stenciling technique on canvas, board, old vinyl records and other media. He uses logos, icons, tiny objects, discarded stuff and shades. He often puts a quirky twist to his subjects to give them an unusual perspective. He lives in Bologna, Italy.

I Start the Day With a Sacred Ritual

by Mitchell Grabois

In the old schoolhouse I call my home
which lacks electricity
I line up a row of light bulbs

with my worn Redwing boots
the waffled bottoms caked with cow shit
I smash them one by one

I raise my can of PBR
the national drink of Colorado
and the bluffs above Humboldt’s blue Pacific

toast myself in Hebrew
not true Hebrew
but an ignorant caricature
loaded with guttural noises

Mitch Grabois’ poetry and short fiction has appeared in over seventy literary magazines, most recently The Examined Life, Memoir Journal, and Haggard and Halloo. His novel, Two-Headed Dog was published in April by Dirt e-books, founded by NY agent Gary Heidt. He was born in the Bronx and now lives in Denver.

photo by matt hutchinson