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From OE #1

For Joseph Cornell

The cereal came in a box. And if
you saved the box tops and sent them
to a box in Battle Creek, Michigan,
they would send you a submarine.
In a box. And if you took a teaspoon
of baking soda, which you notice
is also in a box, and placed it inside
the submarine, the submarine descended
and ascended in your sink,
bubbles floating to the surface.
Sometimes they would put the cereal
and submarine in the same box, which
seemed a much better idea.

Leonard Gontarek

From OE #2

U.S.E

don't call it the U.S.A.
call it the U.S.E
for United States Empire
Oh no?
Then how come they get in a war
every other year these days
since I've lived this life
they've gone to war in:
Vietnam
Lebanon
Grenada
Libya
Panama
& Iraq
And the CIA has interfered in:
Guatemala
Iran
Cuba
Greece
Jamaica
& the Philippines
(this is just the stuff we know about)
these look an awful lot
like the actions of an Empire to me
a net around the globe
military clutches grabbing
Empire
U.S. Empire
U.S.E.
also called U.S.E. for use
like the way they use and throw away people
and the land
and the resources
and the water
and space
and anything else they can get
their greedy bloody hands on
It's the U.S.E. all right
for use
and for U.S. Empire
U.S.E.

Ken Greenly

  From OE #1 She and her date

She and her date ate steak in the steak place
illuminated by the comfortable
presence of an angel, a mutt-faced
shadow, her second soul
since third grade. He accompanied
her to camp, to high school, to bars, into
that vehicle that time she, alone, suspended,
couldn't start her pulse or feel her heart, threw
her weight from one side to the other, let
her eyelids close, her limp arms fall, knew she
wouldn't be missed. She and her dream date met
an emaciated, old rival; headhunter
turned short order cook. Contracts proved he
existed. Signatures, sharp needles, hurt.

A dab or ounce of blood is sufficient
remorse, or just a hobby, which is unclear.
They attend to the music of the moment,
a faddish, literal food to revere
like a child's trust that someone can withold
sacrifice, substitution, blackbirds, pies.
So thought she she could stop shy of the broiled
unbridled inducement of dishes
or a man flaping his arm in the hotel
window. She and her date detect this
man's identity, inform the police and repair
the fence, eat green grass, huddle
until their skins crawl; clothes, insects, hair
detach. Pnuema abandons them with a hiss.

Valerie Fox


  From OE #2 STEP-CHESTED


step-chested, burnt-farted
barrier-reefed, flesh-weary

fingers/hoses, hoses/snakes
snakes/ties, ties/mountain roads

blue bottles and red cans
leaving through staying
incurring through inferring

paper dolls and blade-bent love songs
the oof's, the ah's

wheel-less motorcycles
stripeless parking lots
tree-less forests
picking melted cheese from cardboard
seperating feathers from tape
lumpen, piscine, actuarial

breath skirling through giant lungs
feature-length escarpment
dangling fish hooks
tears, sugary beads of rain dripping from eaves

M Kettner

  From OE #2 SOLVENTS

You soak the lists or compentsate the timing half of
summer shivers in your sleeve of air conditioning
sweat of tulips condensation in your cold cut
dairy wine of headache in your moat your liver
account is spewing interest numbing hair you
spoke the sixth or congregate the whiney grass of
tumblers

John M. Bennett



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