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From “The Sonnagrams”
BY K. SILEM MOHAMMAD
on thoth’s ****
From Sonnet 75 (“So are you to my thoughts as food to life”)


A groovy day, a fish fillet, an elf hair, . . .
Homer
BY TROY JOLLIMORE
Schliemann is outside, digging. He’s not
not calling a ***** a *****.
The stadium where the Greeks once played . . .
Ocean Park #17, 1968: Homage to Diebenkorn
BY LARRY LEVIS
What I remember is a carhop on Pico hurrying
Toward a blue Chevy,
. . .
Per Fumum
BY JAMAAL MAY
My mother became an ornithologist
when the grackle tumbled through barbecue smoke
and fell at her feet. Soon she learned . . .
The Archaeologists
BY JULIA SHIPLEY
found pins
by the millions
while meticulously . . .
The Break
BY FRANZ WRIGHT
Then he stopped
dead on the sidewalk
astounded . . .
The Companions of Odysseus in Hades
BY A. E. STALLINGS
Since we still had a little
Of the rusk left, what fools
To eat, against the rules, . . .
There Are Birds Here
BY JAMAAL MAY
There are birds here,
so many birds here
is what I was trying to say . . .
Twelve Thirty One Nineteen Ninety Nine
BY LARRY LEVIS
First Architect of the jungle & Author of pastel slums,
Patron Saint of rust,
You have become too famous to be read. . . .
Whethering
BY A. E. STALLINGS
The rain is haunted;
I had forgotten.
My children are two hours abed . . .
Make a Law So That the Spine Remembers Wings
BY LARRY LEVIS
So that the truant boy may go steady with the State,
So that in his spine a memory of wings
Will make his shoulders tense & bend . . .
A Midsummer Night’s Stroll
BY PHILIP NIKOLAYEV
I.

I am a man.  I’ve lived alone.  I’ve been  in  love.  I’ve  played  with . . .
[The water was rising...]
BY LYN HEJINIAN
The water was rising, I got up on the bed
Still wearing the Hawaiian shirt he had on yesterday
He used his thoughts to draw a rudimentary circle on the wall . . .
[A straight rain is rare...]
BY LYN HEJINIAN
A straight rain is rare and doors have suspicions
and I hold that names begin histories
and that the last century was a cruel one. I am pretending . . .
[But isn’t midnight intermittent]
BY LYN HEJINIAN
But isn’t midnight intermittent
Or was that just a whispered nine
A snap of blown light low against the flank of a cow . . .
Third Poem for the Catastrophe
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
O
melting rainbow that embrace this roof
O . . .
Dear Fi Jae 2 (Ms. Merongrongrong)
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
Now I know what it is to bite the tongue inside

the mink stole: I do not want . . .
Self Portrait
BY CYNTHIA CRUZ
I did not want my body
Spackled in the world’s
Black beads and broke . . .
Kingdom of Dirt
BY CYNTHIA CRUZ
Soon the ambassadors from the Netherworld
Will begin
. . .
King Prion
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
—Hoooooooo
Lay in an array of pixels
Fat, simulated proteins . . .
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Your beautiful on social media , but in REAL Life , the only beauty is  caucasians . Blonde hair , blue eyes, skinny and clueless .
     they'll lie to you.    Make you feel good about yourself but guaranteed you'll never be the cover of Gucci , better chances with Chanel .
     your not European or Armenian, You're Black .  You're Hispanic . AND YOU ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL . Comments , likes and shares , how dare we be so viewless.
     if you don't look like Ashley , Emma , Brittany or Stacey , what makes you think your beautiful? Who told you that lie ? Your not beautiful . Hoping you would dwell into what I'm saying , I shouldn't have to yell, I hope your heart  swell when I tell you this... they do not consider you a bombshell.
     your ugly , your hair isn't straight , your not skinny , you don't have the perfect height,  your family is broke , your stupid , your too dark , you have a accent , and most important your not from here. Take your *** back to Mexico , back to Africa, cause that's where all Black people are from , Africa . Bye bye . And your not Salvadoran and you're not Samoan   And  you're not Guatemalan, and your not Dominican , your Mexican. Go to Mexico where you belong.
       my eyes are blue , my hair flows perfectly in the wind, I work out 4 times a week and eat healthy , I can get a job "easy" I'm white , my name is Emily .im smarter than  you and I have more opportunities then a  minority will ever have . .facts
HEY ! Don't you dare think your gonna be something in life, the only job you'll have is selling flowers, fruit on the corner and selling tamales  , can you even read ? Do you speak English ? Oh let me hush I know you got like twenty primos ,I don't need that drama .. but I can say whatever I want to you , because  your an  immigrant  and you don't belong here.  Oops sorry to burst your bubble that's all wrong.
excuse me what's your name ? Jamaal? Deandre ? .. uhm no sir my name is Dylan?  SERIOUSLY?!  You don't look like a Dylan if I may ask , what do a Dylan look like ? Ehh blonde hair , blue eyes , about yay high , perfect smile , 4.0 gpa , mothers a lawyer , dads a doctor . ... So you got all of that off of a name ? Well MY NAME is Dylan Fredrickson , NO I'm not A ****, No I Haven't Been To Jail , No I'm Not A Player , No I Don't Have Kids With multiple women and if did I will take care of them. I'm about yay high , I have a perfect smile , my gpa is also a 4.0 , I'm graduating with honors. My mom is a business owner and my dad passed away when I was 3 but he was a hard working man , only thing I missing is the blonde hair and blue eyes.  Nice to know what my name attracts . Dear Black men and Black Women.  You are the target. They hate you. They want to see you fail. They blinded you , you are not only eye candy on social media , You ARE admirable, angelic, captivating, charming, delicate, divine, excellent, your wonderful. Your everything they said you will not be , a champion . Your the THREAT . You are now brain washed , you are not only beautiful on social media .
    Dear Hispanic Men and Hispanic Women. You DO BELONG HERE. You can be presiden , you can be a lawyer , you are a hard worker , your goals are just as achievable as the next...you are a radiant , well formed , symmetrical race.  WE want NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR YOU.. but THEY WANT TO SEE YOU FAIL. They want to see you breaking down at your lowest point in life, and when you do , there's enough space and opportunity to get back up.

Little Tyrone picked up a beer bottle and hid it down his pants (for later). He lived with Jamaal (his number 1 homie) in a cardboard box behind a burned-out Kmart. One day they would get a better cardboard box and live like African kings. "Let's rob a ***** tonight," Jamaal suggested. "We could get enough money to vacation in Switzerland after buying a couple of new helicopters," Tyrone added. Suddenly a few cops came out of the bushes, gay cops who were doing gay things. Tyrone was scared. "We're never going to get new helicopters now," he whispered to Jamaal.

It rained like crazy when Gordon got home from the *****-shortening clinic and Tammy was asleep with a local *****. "Poor Tammy," Gordom mumbled because he often ended his name with an M like you just read while thinking it was a typo which it wasn't because I did it deliberately so shut up already about it. Anyway, Gordon (with an N) was a good man with a shortened ***** who loved bowling and ******* off Mormons and other stuff. "Wake up Tammy and look at my ***** and wake up your friend too," Gordon, or Gordy, instructed. "Oh, hi Gordy. This is my local ***** friend Jamaal," Tammy replied with a big grin on her face that made her a billion times more beautiful than most women who are attracted to local Negroes. Later, after Jamaal left, Gordy & Tammy made uninhibited love with each other for days and days and days until finally Gordy's ***** ruptured all but 3 stitches.

I cannot deny my unique ***** heritage. Born in jail, my mammy hid me under her mattress for 14 years where I grew long and lean and able to lift a prison bunk with my mind. I was also self-taught to count to twenty, forward and backward. Later, after my appendix burst, I sought the man of my dreams (a New York ****). We would live under a bridge, "the homosexual bridge of love." One day I'll become a Christian and wreck a helicopter or maybe a car and eat pizza with a spoon (just for fun).

She was a lovely woman with large knobs that could tell you how fast the wind was blowing when we were cruising on my dad's 300-million-dollar yacht. Anyway, she was in love with my cousin Jamaal who was of ***** descent.

Webco's COWBOY HAT AND **** STRAP COMBINATION saves the average cowboy basketball player lots of money. Why buy 2 things when you can buy just 1? Are you a fast talker who enjoys the company of pagan women who "put out for ten dollars"? Who isn't? When you're wearing Webco's **** strap cowboy hat, the pagans come to you! Are you tired of "****-flop"? Well, when you're wearing the cowboy hat as a **** strap the ****-flop will stop. "My **** was flopping like a carp on the dock till I strapped on my **** strap cowboy hat! Now I'm living like the prince of France all day, every day!" Exclaimed Jamaal Jackson, a popular ghetto rapper who doesn't own a belt.

***-FREE NIGHTS WITH FIFI - I recently met a nice ***** man who sleeps under a tarp beneath a bridge on interstate highway 95. His name is Tyrone and he has 14 children to 10 women. We shared a can of pinto beans as he told me about his interesting life: "I was born to a multi-billion-dollar family who founded Canada and three-quarters of modern America. Each morning our French maid {who was always naked} prepared luscious soul food that made our large penises harder than bauxite. I wanted to grow up quickly and make her have babies until she couldn't anymore. Her name was Fifi Alabama, and I loved her more than dogs love having themselves euthanized. She was a lovely woman with large knobs that could tell you how fast the wind was blowing when we were cruising on my dad's 300-million-dollar yacht. Anyway, she was in love with my cousin Jamaal who was of ***** descent. Fifi preferred ***** men because she was crazy. I often marveled at the way her labials sparkled in the moon-glow like a thousand nurses eating tuna fish on top of the Empire State Building during a hurricane and even if it takes 20 years, I'll possess Fifi's body and impregnate it a lot. Amen and so help me God and Merry Christmas."

I recently met a nice ***** man who sleeps under a tarp beneath a bridge on interstate highway 95. His name is Tyrone and he has 14 children to 10 women. We shared a can of pinto beans as he told me about his interesting life: "I was born to a multi-billion-dollar family who founded Canada and three-quarters of modern America. Each morning our French maid {who was always naked} prepared luscious soul food that made our large penises harder than bauxite. I wanted to grow up quickly and make her have babies until she couldn't anymore. Her name was Fifi Alabama, and I loved her more than dogs love having themselves euthanized. She was a lovely woman with large knobs that could tell you how fast the wind was blowing when we were cruising on my dad's 300-million-dollar yacht. Anyway, she was in love with my cousin Jamaal who was of ***** descent. Fifi preferred ***** men because she was crazy. I often marveled at the way her labials sparkled in the moon-glow like a thousand nurses eating tuna fish on top of the Empire State Building during a hurricane and even if it takes 20 years, I'll possess Fifi's body and impregnate it a lot. Amen and so help me God and Merry Christmas."

is a large *****. They live in a house in the non-***** section of a large ***** city. 1 day, as my sister was popping her nut, Jamaal (her husband) was tuning his guitar because he could tune a guitar but he couldn't tuna fish.