foto by lady - smith in brandt gallery basement wings

TINKERBELL AS GOOD GLANS FAN

“My first crush was Tinkerbell.”
  ”I could be your Tinkerbell.”
   “I still find her sexy. I imagine her flying just below my erect penis, hitting my glans with her wings.”
   “I think that flutter wing on stick would feel good, maybe as good as a little raspy kitty cat tongue. I’ll flutter your butter, Baby.”
   “Churn my chime?”
   “I’ll purr your porridge.”
   “Rhythm my rhyme.”
 

 
“Tinkerbell would be kinda frustrating because she wouldn’t have orifices big enuff for you.”
   “Back then I didn’t know about orifices, so it didn’t matter. She could always give me a wing job. Besides, how do you know she doesn’t have orifices?”
   “Not large enuff.”
   “That’s OK. Some days I have a really small dick. I’m gonna reduce myself down to my essence, compact myself, reduce myself down to an mp3 file. I’ll still be me, this tall n all, but I’ll be compacted into a lot lighter. I’ll only weigh 17 pounds, which could be dangerous in a wind storm. So you’ll have to keep a leash around my neck to keep me from blowing away when we go somewhere.”

smith n lady

did you know that darwin didn’t even know that chooks couldn’t see the blue iridescent feathers of the roosters that he presumed to think were a basis for his selection theory?

allow me to react to such nonsense with a few words about domestic silence. mediocrity is to oblivion what sound is to wind, and to further unravel such simple distractions, note first the blue iridescent feathers of the rooster, and ask yourself or anyone for that matter, who snaked the sun from the rainbow’s heart?

from Evolution is a Burning Blunder of Hot Hair by Andrew Boerum

The City Poetry is an underground zine which focuses on Cleveland writers and artists, but it also features well-known contributors from all over the world. Its poems and art are typically surreal, irreverent, madly political, beautiful or sublime. Warning: contains mature content.

View the complete issue online at www.thecitypoetry.com, buy it in print here. *
This issue features Joe Balaz, Marcus Bales, Richard Biscayart, Andrew Boerum, Kimberley Diamond Bones, Bree, Adam Brodsky, Michael H. Brownstein, Eli P. Cimota, Melissa J. Craig, Jesus Crisis, Danilee Eichhorn, Z. Guadamour, Jim Lang, Jack McGuane, Michael Salinger, Darryl Salach, Eric Shaffer, wendy shaffer, Yuyutsu RD Sharma, David Smith, Lady K & Steven B. Smith, Wanda Sobieska, l-j stockman and George Wallace. I apologize for inadvertent omissions.

All are called to stand up
for this over-inflated establishment,
this store that had unwittingly morphed
into a universe in its own right—
self-sufficient, fully-fledged, and indisputably functional:
a model microcosm to our own imperfect world;
an island unto itself; a high-voltage bubble of commerce
that had boiled over the top,
frothing into some hyper-charged
cash-and-credit force field that trapped its contents
within a finely-tuned matrix
of creeds, rules, and regulations, which formed
a new and complete set of guidelines for existence,
apocalyptic bylaws and all.

from To Wal-Mart by Wanda Sobieska

T H E   C I T Y   P O E T R Y   I N   P R I N T

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