[READER POETRY] I found these testaments of sad lives and empty spirit tucked away in one of the former editor's drawers at the office. Relics from a forgotten poetry contest. As I sorted through an endless morass of lost love and spasmodic colons, I came upon a blazing nova. Among the insipid, freak-infested drivel is an early poem I had naively submitted to Ooze a year ago, mistaking it for a radical womyn's zine. To test you, I have removed all the names from these works. It is obvious which entry is mine. --Raven

[Picture of Puking]

ODE TO UNEMPLOYMENT
Hurrah fair sir
for today I will graduate
from college
and now have an $80,000 piece of paper
which could burn in
less than two seconds

DEAD BIRD
Yo, dead bird
Get up and fly.

WOMAN IN HIS BED
I went to see her,
but she was in his bed
that sucked, so I left

MIRROR IMAGES OF REJECTION #27
1/4 cup of zucchini
1/3 cup of unbleached wheat flour
1/5 cup of carrots
2 Tblspn Baking Soda
1 Pkg yeast extract
 mix in a pan and bake at 325 degrees
for about an hour at the center rack
Then remove from oven and smash it into your own skull
As scalding dough dribbles down your chin
ask your self why you bake to hate

BUDDY BOY
Wanna fight
Yeah you
After School by the bike racks
You might bleed after I hurl a brick at your head.

SINGLE URBAN MALE
Dorito cheese
On my fingers
Farts from my ass
No one else in my bed
Except porno

I suck.

UNTITLED-1
Barney had plenty of hair on his neck.
He had friends there.
Star Trek

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