About me: ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE is an online and print magazine that features underground poetry, prose, comics, photography and more. We release 22 issues a year: at least 20 online editions and two print editions. Submission guidelines available HERE . We also publish chapbooks, poetry books, comic books, full length plays and screenplays.
and i got off the mat for one more round, one more roll in the hay, one last kiss before midnight, one last joust before the nuclear sunrise, the gods are screaming in rhythm and a horrible music fills the world as our societies sink deeper into mediocrity, art becomes pretension, the masses rule the airwaves, film and literature turn ugly, music becomes monotone, the crystal-white memories of blue-thunder magic passing slowly by raucous sex-talk in your window sunburn alabaster machine-gun ending, all things fade born again whiskey-sour back alley blow-jobs on her knees begging for more, early morning sex-buzz, love fades in the moonlight, Django plays the strings in the last-call reverie, boom boom and out go the lights, dishpigs run up the bar tab, musicians do the cock-walk ugly as always, that old sweet song on my mind the hours slumber by, with shadows we dance the endless slow-song caress, and the blue-morning dreaming, and the brutal long-hour sunset, and the virgin mind-fuck kiss me deadly, covered in these thoughts I smelled her perfume and saw her across the back alley as she led me in deeper and deeper the tornado in my mind screaming tortured songs unwanted happiness…
deadly silence got me low-down-hungry thinking about that hot-dog stand on the dismal corner beside the old beggar hand extended 16 year old virgin in hot-pants looking mad-bad-dangerous crimson fireball streaking across the sky middle-aged hooker front tooth missing she beckoning my weary ass one I love absent in world-gone-hungry Dixieland trio singing happy songs amidst angry downtown laughter low-down drug-mood feeding me blue music pornography rattling my brains wrap your lips around me back-alley broken hearts whiskey bottle-shards hitting the off-keys feel that fucked-up saxophone tickling your ribs atom-bomb-luvly feed me sin-soaked dead flowers on my grave warm kisses moonlight smiles her distant touch, her long-dead-musings, her love-gone-missing, her hips arching in the afternoon lust-dance, and your blue velvet beauty grinding away from me in the gutter-love sunlight…
My debut novel, The Cuckoo Parchment and the Dyke, has just launched. If you get a chance I'd be grateful if you'd go to my profile to find out more. The story's about Dada, art and artists, and the attempt to instigate revolution by means of art.
An original song written and sung by BLU, illustrated with visuals that depict confusion, a hint of destruction and a touch of beauty. A VERGIN' PRODUCTION.
The monster, a bellyful of anarchy by American poet Rob Plath, is available now from Epic Rites Press. Check out the creature's web-page at http://www.robertplath.com. Additional material available in the Third Epic Rites Journal at http://www.epicrites.net. Please show your support for this incredible author and his masterpiece, a bellyful of anarchy, by picking yourself up a copy today.
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