He Laughs At Mischief And Death. by J.J. Campbell

there's

a little

miscreant

inside

me

he laughs

at mischief

and death

he particularly

likes to come

out in hospitals

and at funerals

it makes it easier

for people to

understand why

others call me

crazy

J.J. Campbell (1976 - soon) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Fourth and Sycamore, Pyrokinection, Dodging the Rain, Midnight Lane Boutique and Rusty Truck. His most recent chapbook, the taste of blood on christmas morning, was recently published by Analog Submission Press. You can find him most days waxing poetic on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (http://evildelights.blogspot.com)

Don't Drink There Sugar Water ! by Tom Bagger

It is well known that sodas are unhealthy but the lesser-known danger is the mind control that is orchestrated by the umbrella man and the grays on their unwitting consumers. Although alien existence has been clear forever and can be seen on television shows like the Ed Sullivan show their motivations are often hard to read. However through research it is quite obvious that they want humanity to be in a constant orgy in order for all of the slapping of balls in the world to crack the electromagnetic sound barrier to their planet for an all out invasion. These illegal aliens from mars bought The Mythic Dawn (Now the Fanta Corporation) back in 20 A.D. from ancient Canadians in an attempt to infiltrate their elite members of society into the government. These traitors have also invested into Viagra chem trails for centuries and in more recent they have put aluminum/Uranusrium into the world’s soda supply. Only the vitamins of Male T can help protect you from this mind control and prevent you from enjoying the evils of all sex. Although there are many other shady UTB (a.k.a the C.I.A.) plots involving cheese, crack, and the pretty Sunday dresses that I like to wear but for my own safety this is all I can release for now. 

So Goodnight you beautiful people,

 The Unknown Poet.

Tom "Double" Bagger

Is a deeply mentally disturbed man who also is a Wings Stop enthusiast .

When not studying new conspiracy theories  he enjoys baking and watching the view while listening to John Tesh. 

He is always stirring shit at the frat and often trying to stop what he views as a CIA financed cult much like Nickelback .

The Unknown poet does bare a striking resemblance to a well known poet .

Once has led to the rumors he is actually Kanye West or John Travolta .

He is clearly out of his mind and off his meds.

There is also no truth that UTB has put a bounty out upon his head .

UTB is your friend .

UTB loves and only wants to protect you.

UTB will help you .

UTB is in no way a cult .

Tom Braggers publications include .

Asylum Press, I Pee Freely Qaurterly , The Old Perve In The Park Review , You Porn , Beaver Hunt , Poetry Magazine , Mental Health Monthly ,

Horror Sleaze Trash , It Doesn't Look Like Me Monthly ,.

And Pee Wee's Playhouse .

Avoid Tom At All Costs .

And remember UTB is you're Friend .

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Who’s On First. by James Babbs

I told her

I didn’t usually buy drinks

for attractive women

but for her

I was willing to make an exception

she laughed

and told me thank you

she said

I don’t usually take drinks

from strange men

well I said

my name’s Jim

what’s yours?

Tamara she said

I said oh

you don’t want to tell me today

Tamara she said again

I said okay

I can wait

my name’s Tamara she said

louder than before

she flashed me a look

then I saw the light come on

and I liked the way

it sparkled in her eyes

oh she said

I get it now

you’re funny

and she sipped her drink

yeah I said

but looks aren’t everything

oh no she said

but she laughed anyway

it wasn’t the first time

I’d used that line

and I knew

it probably wouldn’t be the last

James Babbs likes the night life but he doesn’t like to boogie.  James has written hundreds of poems and a few short stories over the years and has even had a few of them published.  If you happen to visit the internet you may find something he has written.

"Fluffy Bunny of the Apocalypse" by Hex'm J'ai

Cast of hollow
Plaster
This statue of
Aphrodite

White acrylic
Cracking and peeling
Trying to escape
Her
Gaze
Like that bird
Trembling
Upon her
Hand

The
Craftsmanship
Is shoddy
A giant potato
Standing
Stately
Like some
Dolmen
But minus all
Majesty

You got everything
Except the
Point
A cheap talisman
A cheap prop
To validate
A shrinking
Universe

She reminds me of
You.

Hex'm J'ai has been crafting works poetic from an early age.  His first publication came when he was aged 14 in a local paper.  Since that moment he has created at least 4 chap books, and has performed at various open mics in the NY capital region, dabbles in photography, visual media and has been coaxed to play with noize on occasion.

Hex'm J'ai was born North of where you're sitting/standing.

Hex'm J'ai enjoys hiking, heckling, films, various forms of debauchery, new and interesting mistakes and all things occultie marvelous.

He currently resides on the USS Vinland which is in orbit somewhere over Schenectady NY.

End Transmission.

Old Jim. by R.M. Engelhardt

Years ago

I heard

Old Jim

Harrison

Read at 

The college

A sinner

Among

The saints

The kids

Had most 

Likely only

Seen Legends

Of The Fall

With Brad Pitt

As the romantic

 Lead 

Jim

Told old

Stories

Some of

The kids

Laughed

But had

No idea

What the hell

He was talking

About  & Jim

Seemed

A bit

Distracted

He read

A poem

And then

Suddenly

Stopped

In mid 

Pause

Looked

Around 

The room

And said

Intermission!

I need a fuckin smoke

Yer all welcome

To join me

So I did

Jim forgot

His lighter

And so I 

Lit up his

Cigarette

With my

Zippo

And he nodded

His head

Looked at me

And said

You're a writer

Aren't you?

I nodded back

He smiled

And that

Was all the

Inspiration

I ever needed

Talon (R.M. Engelhardt) is a poet/author minister who over the last 20 years has been published in such journals as Thunder Sandwich, Full of Crow, Rusty Truck, Writers’ Resist, Dry Land Lit, Rye Whiskey Review, Hobo Camp Review & many others. He currently lives & writes in upstate NY where he hosts a monthly open mic called “The Troy Poetry Mission”

http://www.rmengelhardt.com

Left For Dead. by Eliana Vanessa

once my ex boyfriend
got tired of the coffin
stored in our part-studio garage,
so he put it out on the curb.

the very next day,
our neighbor passed away.

observing from a window
that the coffin was being moved
closer to the end of their driveway,
we gasped in awe and felt honored.

that night,
the coffin rested;

however, the following morning,
it was back on our curb,
as the family had unanimously
decided they didn’t like the artwork on it.

all we could do
was smile politely
and awkwardly agree,
expressing our sincere condolences.

Eliana  Vanessa is originally from Buenos Aires, Argentina and moved to New Orleans, Louisiana at a young age.  Eliana's poems have been selected for display via a community project called St Tammany Poetry on the Streets, and she recently participated in the Jane Austen Festival (2017 and 2018) as part of a panel of other selected poets.  Eliana attends several writing groups, including Poets Alive, Bayou Writers and Inklings in Mandeville, Louisiana.

Her work has been published at The Rye Whiskey Review, Cajun Mutt Press , The Horror Zine .

True Story. by Matt Amott

Everything turns up 

a notch

when we both arrive 

in the same city.

Marrow eaters,

sucking the life

until the keg is tapped 

and the band goes home.

Recklessly storming the streets,

He clears a path

through the heathens 

of Saturday night

and I linger 

a few feet behind

watching 

the mad one burn. 

Like Kerouac,

I am Sal 

to his Moriarty.

Reporting the antics

to the masses,

A drink in my one hand 

and camera in the other

because mere words

won't do.

There has to proof

of all these events 

or I will be labeled

a writer of fiction.

Matt Amott is a poet, musician and photographer who wanders around the Pacific Northwest. He is co-founder and co-editor of Six Ft. Swells Poetry Press and has been published in numerous collections as well as two books of his own, THE COAST IS CLEAR (Six Ft. Swells Press) and GET WELL SOON (Epic Rites Press).  He can be reached and purchases made at afterhourspoetry.com.