EDITOR'S PAGE

hurling through the atmosphere of a mind
i would imagine are a lot of things. plucked right
out. deposited in a variety of places. forgotten,
fixated on, used, misused, pissed on.
and then. the writer. the artist. the thinker.
philosopher. they can all be one
in the same. and they can not exist
beyond 18 lines. we can
be all of them and none of them. all these things
are pretty and ugly. they are murderous intentions
only realized on paper. fantasy killing
back to base. wondering over lesbian intentions
choking it down with a greek salad. these things
can be beautifully drawn moments
psychologically taut and wrought by a bartender
with a Voice. sucked from the ether, we've
read it right off the page of your mind. revealed
conclusions about coworkers. but about so
much more. sex. yes. sex. the autonomy
of deviant behavior so very masked under youth
full folly. these things run across the eyes
we nod and glaze over. in that universe
even if we've never had that Universe. just
a slice to taste and know. a myriad of things
and moments. fives and tens and brains teeming
with chemicals and movement through
the gates to that world. it's a cult of beauty
the etch a sketch shaking free words
tumbling into place by headless geniuses. suicided
life by a box of clothes. it's all roulette
and some can find it put it
in a supply room and hope to be found.
it's crack for those, lightning rods
catching electrical heat
on pulp. and we read. these things.
they can come from across the pond
hopping hurtles in morse coded
syntax. saying hello in one
language. it's never unrequited
the contract between
reader and writer. in that scene
that string. naked and dancing
through the mindfield. those things!
if that's the worst
you can do. put them down
for us to consume. yes. it
vibrates all of us for moments
turning stagnance upside down
making new words we smell.
anaphalysis of boredom constricted
into form. into hinged dark, illuminated.
these things shine through for us.
from the middle-west. the ceiling might
peel but these things chip away
fall through a door and nick us
all. if only for a moment. these things
are stories in white space aisles
in grocery stores, fruit fetish
phoenixing out of the ash of the subconscious.
sumtimes, these things are boxes
filled with humanity
dark and true and funny and fucked.
we put singles in the box
for our indiscretions smelling
of beer when we make these things.
you make us want to sear our retinas with
the price of sanity. dose our cake
with your things, the scent is pretty.
it's cocaine lap dances and
church pews. long mornings with coffee
and black out drunks. it's pretty love
in the shape of sex. it's pretty sex
forgotten love. your things
aren't deranged. your things
no matter how much they burn
the eyes. hurt the soul
they are the things we need.

cheers.
kp

Kill Poet Press would like to
thank its editors and contributors,
and the following people:
Collin Kelly (for look and design)
tech support:
Collin Kelly
Carsten Kroon
Tom Reasoner
Jason Neilson
art work:
nesrine rahme

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