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Spider
In the Restaurant
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By Jim Fuess, Apr 14, 2008  |
A Good Trip
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In Defense Of The Electronic Babysitter
By Andrew Hall, Mar 17, 2008 Mothers of America let your kids go to the movies “Ave Maria” - Frank O’Hara I was exposed to sex & violence in TV & film. I abhor violence and I’m certainly not oversexed. I was spanked a few times; unfortunately, I’m not getting spanked now. Instead of reading the Bible or doing homework, I watched cartoons. I always thought that Tom, Jerry and Butch were really the best of friends, that they only chased each other for our enjoyment, that they were just doing their jobs, before going out for beers, before the evening news came on & everything became black and white again. IntakeBy Andrew Hall, Mar 17, 2008 Did you ever see two cows having sex and then you realize it’s your parents and you’re as traumatized as you were when you watched Sonny Corleone get riddled with bullets on the New Jersey Turnpike and you can only think of John Wayne sticking it into Mary Steenburgen’s ass and you realize that is impossible, because they never were in any movies together and why are all drinks at bars watered down? Especially in Vegas, when the more inebriated are more vulnerable to getting carried away on the video poker and like with my parents, dad never spanked me without telling me how it was he who envied me, because he loved getting spanked, and mom was always wearing Spock ears. Whenever I make love I see pots of drooling flesh. Is there such thing as eating order? I am so fat. How often can you see me because I have a lot to get off my chest. I saw a movie about a guy who stared at the sun and became a mad genius, why am I mad without genius? I brush my teeth and pieces of the universe become dislodged and then I rinse. Andy Hall lives in Bloomington, Illinois, among corn and soybeans and people too. He drinks approximately 10 cups of instant coffee daily. He’s laidback. 
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Discommodious
By Jason Fisk, Mar 10, 2008 He wouldn’t let my eager adolescence in the barn when he killed the cow but he showed me where he shot it there’s a sort of dimple in the middle of the cow’s head where he said he placed the gun I was there when he cut a long slit across its throat I heard the faint echo of air as it escaped I helped peel the skin back as he ran the knife between hide and muscle I helped pull the innards from the hallow cavity accidentally puncturing the intestine I smelled the rank gas as it escaped fuck’n shit he said as he buried his head in his sleeve I was then shooed to the cow’s rear left hoof and given a hacksaw just cut it off he said and I did... Now he’s in the home I visit on occasion he doesn’t move much he’s always in bed and wears diapers I play solitaire when the nurse changes them Lately his shallow breaths remind me of the cow’s last I just keep playing solitaire and listen to news radio I feel inhuman when I size up his ankles Jason Fisk lives in the suburbs of Chicago with his wife, daughter, and two dogs. He tries to find time to write between changing diapers and cleaning up dog doo. He is currently teaching English to students who would rather read graphic novels than learn how to write a proper sentence. You can visit him at his website.
Duotrope's Digest reported that decomP was #4 in the Top 25 Swiftest Poetry Markets and #13 in the Top 25 Most Approachable Poetry Markets before 2007 submissions closed.
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WORDS MAKE NO SENSE
THE THINGS I SAY
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal’s chapbook, Keepers of Silence, was published in December 2007 by Kendra
Steiner Editions. He also has new work in Blue Collar Review. 
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