Great American Metal Band
by Alexis
Epic Ballad sing to me.
Televised constantly in my head.
It stays playing
rolling through my temporal lobe
until finally
Broca’s outed me
screaming rapaciously
hesitation bated,
“Take the women and children”
assault on an innocent lake going bystander
Suddenly self aware
Hiccuping regret
fearing shitty pants and reprisal
Hastily
I wash my dirty dirty IPOD.
Manowar you hurt me.
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What We Call A Gyp
by Erika
It was a wash.
The battle was televised,
a hiccup in the ratings.
It was the match of a hundred years
but all for naught.
You watched the tube
through your hair
(unwashed)
eyes unblinking
while you pulled through the knots.
A bystander with a stupid face –
you’d box his ears to take his place.
But there was nothing epic about this.
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donkey boiler
by Evelyn
the lion knitting jodhpurs epic
turned my bed into stone & i
escaped when the clock
hiccuped. then my hands were
too big to wash my face. i was
hosed. the ritual was televised,
conferring the status of bystander
on everyone, including trans-
gressive pirates.
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The Epic Hiccup Will Not be Televised
by Stephanie
A great spasm.
A dreadful inhalation.
You await the next.
Wash a dish.
Then from it drink upside down.
Was that the last?
It happens like a stab.
Or a shot.
Or a slam.
Take a deep breath.
You bystander– bam!
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tele-stander hiccup eccup wash
by Adam
stand and face me, you!
I cannot abide your slippery standards
they tickle me
you hiccup your icky banter
bystander
your zits will be televised
and your facial masque
an epic wash