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From veteran Poet and debut Author Terry Smith comes BATHROOM GRAFFITI, a thought provoking collection of satire poems laced with a raw observational edginess that literally drips with emotional and heartfelt meaning from the walls and stalls surrounding that dreaded thing we come to loathe and cherish – the public toilet. But regardless of the words scrawled in the dirtiest of ink, each do have a genuine story that definitely surpasses that old cliché: “Now here I sit all broken hearted. . .”.

 

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Please don't call it my town I just live there

Please don’t call it my town I just live there

 

 I live in a town so small you can go from up-town to down-town…just by turning around …where the newspaper is a pamphlet that comes out once a month…mostly about people who couldn’t wait to get out…it’s called “The Obituaries” but I know I saw Mrs. Lacey sneaking out of town real early one morning….a place where the only gun restriction is that you don’t point it at your waitress…. where Andy Griffith goes to get away from it all…a town so small they still sell penny candies…you have to buy them by the dozen…and you only get four but…….where the only store sells guns & beer next to diapers & Viagra…..I remember this one time …the whole town lost power….somebody tripped over the cord…. the mayor drives the school bus…we had a riot one time…two people went home for lunch…leaving me all alone….we had the same homecoming queen three years straight…time for a new one…if she graduates…where the closest hospital is so far away they usually just go to the cemetery…and wait….and the school is right next door….so you can see your future….a town so small you can look out your window and see who all your neighbors are doing…where everybody knows everything about everybody…unless you are new here like me…and I keep to myself….a town so small all the women’s periods have synced up and for a few days a month they change the name to “Red River Valley”……someday my name is going to be on that pamphlet…one way or the other.

Poet Ali Znaidi

The Last Sentences of an Unfinished Erotic Novel
 
There was the vibe of the skin.
There were the vibrations of the body,
and above all, the countless bee stings on her tattooed navel.

Caroline Cunning has Images for your Addiction

 

a scream juice

a shocking psycho go-go dancer

the diabolical delinquents involved in drug addiction

tested the limit of the reward pathway directly

she became involved with a touch of some fingers

smooth stroll down a deserted alley

a kiss in the nighttime a whisper a breath

a perception of the stimulus bombardment

a blast from a .44

she flicked her cigarette butt onto the twitching corpse

first aktion made to last

 

she was a serial seducer packing love and knives

always carrying a sickness in her gut

always a smile always

certain rituals pleased her:

a torn skirt or another memento from fucking

that she threw away to be used in fetish rituals

by government officials in middle America

that place where matrons rub ak47’s between their legs

and men castrate themselves with bullets

juxtaposed between blood and holiness

wandering haphazardly towards self-destruction

have your children killed each other today?

 

she lay back and smoked another cigarette

purple/grey smoke wafting away

slitting bellies open with her fingernails

removing organs and all thoughts of morality

a fertility goddess gone way / way bad

another noted fear in the heat of the vocabulary

 

it was okay for them to say nasty dirty things

some spasms she actively enjoyed

please visit the others

needle balloon

boneless faces

plugged in

then plugged out

demonic routines and such

please visit the others she said

they’re hiding in the basement

that one down the block with the windows gouged out

they can’t say how i feel

blank squares on the walls where pictures used to be

a heart burns inside a cage suspended over glass

she’ll eradicate them all

 

 

 


from my wretched eyes

 

a quick

glance

from my

wretched

eyes

 

an angelic

face that

seems to

be defying

age and

time

 

it reminds

me what

a wise old

man told

me when

i was very

young

 

not

everyone

prays to

the same

god

 

 

still in her church clothes

 

i saw this black

woman in the

grocery store

today

 

probably still

in her church

clothes

 

but those long

legs and that ass

bouncing with

each step

 

i could definitely

see her causing

someone to say

the words god

damn at some

point in the

service

 

the depraved

part of my

brain wanted

to go sniff her

panties while

she was over

looking at the

tomatoes

 

but the clever

fuck in me was

busy over at

the bananas

 

hoping to find

one long enough

 

 


A Comfortable Silence

 

Your sour face

matches the taste

of your vagina

The only difference is

the vagina doesn’t speak

I’ll gladly take this orifice

over the other

 

Words can be sharp

Penetrating

like my sexual organ

I’ll slip it in

to mitigate this suffering

Now all I need from you

is silence

If I had two dicks

This would be  so rewarding

 

The day you learn

to shut the fuck up

Is the day I’ll order pizza

We’ll celebrate

Have a little party

Until that day comes

Please

let me cum in peace

In the meantime

pass me another Xanax

 

“Yearning For This Moment”

 

Prancing around

in the sunshine

10 out of 10

Big bouncing

C cups

An ass

tighter than a noose

 

Her body

could cure

a hangover

Make you cum

with the quickness

In the gloom

of the rain

Nothing but charm

in tune with nature

 

Naturally I long

to feel

her warm

embrace

It’s like

a provocative sitcom

Living it out

Anticipating the end

When a new beginning

will blossom

The cum will flow again

 

 

 

 


SUGAR DADDY

 

Twenty dollars for a blow job, I said.

 

He smiled, as I jumped in his car.

We drove to his place,

a plush apartment in West Hollywood.

 

After the dirty work, he sat two twenties on the couch

and went to the bathroom.

 

I picked up a single twenty

and walked out the door.

 

Naturally,

he fell in love with me.