Are Homosexuals Neurotic?
ONE Magazine cover, volume 3, number 4, April 1955
New Energy to the World of Words
By Nada Gordon
A helium balloon is soft and the soft is always expanding
into a repulsive little scab in a pattern of a mood swing
and he likes to look at me! he likes to look at me!
Women have a way of breathing new life into older white men
poised for imagery on a trip wire, always expanding verses
into steamy sapphic spectacles with lady parts their bros
in prose are afraid to touch. The IQs of agonized fleas are
flying pills, dominated by the difference between restraint
and restraints in the city’s changing literary balloon.
This consumer frenzy rose design performs orgasms,
weight gain, rashes, and diarrhea caught on film
at the poetry brothel and has an MFA in flashdancing.
Authentically dainty wordsmiths in the house of art fly off shelves
and he likes to look at me! I’d like to start flossing menstruations.
How to get to work when your local trains have been flooded by the waters of a hurricane
Remember when we had our yearly hurricanes?
time to start fresh - what is internet poetry?
Who decides what is and what isn’t? The real question isn’t ‘what is internet poetry’ but what is ‘quality’.
egofuneral said: i really like your poem you submitted to internetpoetry. it's nice to find someone with similar thoughts. i don't write or speak much anymore.
I make image macros and my only friends are my girlfriend and cat. I haven’t written since my book got rejected a few times and I was all just like, cut the world. I have written, but it is really bad. If you neither write nor speak right now, perhaps read until your face falls off. This is my “summer fun.” It is the only thing to turn back on the engine heart.