Samuel Taylor Coleridge

My heart will burn up
if I say it will     Amen,
my dear ones     Thy will
be done, etc.     Prescribe for me
an anodyne     I’ve a toothache,
a swollen testicle, a place in my brain
where pigs in the rain sob like a toddler
abandoned by a lake     I’m afraid
to sleep, but also to wake
I nod into the afterlife
and dream about giants
abducting my children,
bears in the kitchen when I wave
my magic wand     Nothing happens
Off again, now at thirty thousand feet,
I nod when the flight attendant
asks me to drink     Sadly, I’ll never even know
what a flight attendant is, much less
what one looks like     A damsel
with a dulcimer in a vision once I saw
If I could learn to love
the things I should, instead of those
I shouldn’t, I would love you most
of all, my muse of all these many
years     Alas, I am forgotten
and the music in my ears
is that toddler grown older
now screaming just to wake me
Rain splashing down through a hole
in the sun     Follow these sounds
where they take thee

 by Anna Delgado

by Anna Delgado



Austin Osman Spare

My heart will burn up
if I say it will     All day long
with a pencil in my hand
Regarding religion, I am
practically zero     The asylums
are crowded, the stage is overrun
I look into the void and the brothel
with my tongue out     Constantly
the asses wag     I think
the young ones are trying
too hard to be the end of me
Cursed be all ye     Corpse devourers
Medicine swallowers     Think ye
Heaven is an infirmary     Only
from negations can I
wholesomely conceive you
I butt a brick wall
with my head sometimes
My alphabet snuggles
in the crotches of witches
Some days my pencil
doesn’t move for three months
Of these drawings, I can say only
that prophecy and revelation
are as possible today as they were
in the time of Jonah     Poverty
has made me a ghost at light speed
When my lines suggest a tree
give yourself over
to the leaves
where they take you



MATT HART is the author of four books of poetry, Who’s Who Vivid (Slope Editions, 2006), Wolf Face (H_NGM_N BKS, 2010), Lightheaded (BlazeVox), and the brand new Sermons and Lectures both Blank and Relentless (Typecast Books), with a CD. A co-founder and the editor-in-chief of Forklift Books and Forklift, Ohio: A Journal of Poetry, Cooking & Light Industrial Safety, he lives in Cincinnati where he teaches at the Art Academy of Cincinnati.