Poems for Shy Communists by Sam Lohmann

Against the Moment

Two-day-old plum cake: I want some
made with two kinds of plums from one tree
Wait for the moment, still the moment? It’s
a thirteen-day-old plum cake.

I don’t know where the recipe went
wrong, butter too soft or should mix
with paddle not whisk or mix less or sift,
it turned out sorta biscuit-
you-can’t-imagine. Try again
with sour cream or something.
Fried or toasted in places by the “heat dome” back in June
now every tree and shrub looks at me too
out of its former enclosure—
                                           lineaments of threadbare, henplucked delight!

The plum cake is six days old but the plum cake is gone!

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Poems for Shy Communists

by Sam Lohmann

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Strange Attractors by David Abel

show was 

a dress 

in skin 

by swim 

is gorgeous 

power bitter 

to arm 

to rock 

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Strange Attractors

by David Abel

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a green shade! by Chris Daniels

we are never welcome to elsinore

entre nós e as palavras, os emparedados 

e entre nós e as palavras, o nosso dever falar 

between us and words, the immured 

and between us and words, our duty to speak 

mário cesariny    

you are welcome to elsinore 

you and me between word and deed 

you and me buffeted by need 

you and me between crusher and grit 

you and me mauled by capital: 

compa, the wells are burning oil 

we have no gun, can barely spit 

while the smirking serpent stacks 

coil on coil to 

keep us in a world of shit 

you and me angry, you and me sad 

you and me muddled till we might go mad 

you and me sink into loving care 

as the ruling class slaughters us everywhere 

you and me want love with minimal rue 

you and me will love just the way we do 

you and me hope for heaven 

from deep in their millennial hell 

you and me wish not to serve them 

you and me say fuck pavlov’s bell 

let’s you and me do the best we can: 

let’s you and me give each other a hand 

let’s you and me leap beyond our depth 

in these sad and nasty times 

when all the angels piss in our wind 

and another empire declines 

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a green shade!

Chris Daniels

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