Universal Fornication
5 September 2008
Vol. 8, No. 3
poetry
One star sharpens
and blindly pours out
all its death, one's pinned
open, a yellow surge
emerges in a slur
of eyes rolling back
Lively Dub Yourself
2 September 2008
Vol. 8, No. 3
poetry
pigeons startling out
gutted light nor dark
rubble and litter chimes
in the gut
an instance of
infinite idling