ditch,

the poetry that matters

Nathaniel G. Moore

Nathaniel G. Moore is the author of Let's Pretend We Never Met (Pedlar, 2007) and  works in Toronto as an editor and journalist.

 

PARASITTER

 

phosphorescent glint

exposure  e  removal
incident      radiation

gland         handstand

ban              forcefed

termite            trough

ate-a-helm          pest
straight to   strafe sex

roadside          garland

of welt                lands

 

    proboscispicnic

 

curb               preserve

raise    phobic     trust

fund    minor  visibility

in     weather  acumen

add                  cumin

wipe sleaze foam eyes

 

 

 

 

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS 101

 

meek deprivation

oxygen generates

its course
bell curve jar

poses preserved

in scholastic

research mar


wild odes make change

for tender windy slots
pins, ball-bearings

bend hems, angles

 

as wino finds Jesus
in a pamphlet
sleeper

 

holds onto life preserver,

worn down thin as

         dinner mint

 

lovers breaking kayfabe

jealous tilt,

soil curtain call

 

wets its paint

too soon

 

chores chortled

weekly allowance

 

visitation writes

to porcelain porker

 

cracked, hijacked

 

recollection agents

seek hibernation 

damages

 

 

 

 

LOGIZOMECHANO XXX

 

user used

login lawed

 

tagging system

minted, dated

 

migration V-form

bi-curious

bi-polar

 

scant connectivity, hones us

 

lexical spy who’ll sniff at coasters

torment in tiny photographs

 

a pose: two wooden back scratchers

pry a mouth open.

 

carry e-cadaver of hope off

to public domain dungeon

 

“he” digs “her” translucent skin

translates infinite pink

as prep cook preps

electronics feast

 

on this tidal night

blind slaves of fear
circulates as ghosts

wetmarks glass page

 

cannot hold

CTRL-S

CTRL-V

blind prodding
cut & paste

fingerprints hone waist

enslaving fear

 

heaving judgment

derange engagement 

a user used:

 

get unmatrimonial

get left for a jpeg       

 

 

 

 

LOGIZOMECHANO XXX (2)

 

a crush is a chemical imbalance,

sustained because you are primarily

chemical, not emotional.   

 

only parts of the story were revealed,
dialogue, in its rough lexical prison,
publicized only parts of a bigger illusion

 

comes with fries
spam aggravates, rashes daily cognition

sharks bite through glass and paper cups
at the same speed.

“I fantasized about you whipping me with a belt this morning,
and pulling my soft brown hair.”

 

USER sat perky at computer in a vat of imported juices

legs pruning, mouth clasped, refusing mouth clasped straw,

vacuous holes for random points of entry:

typing speed bumps.

 

the sipping was compromised, slow,

mess e inconsistent.

 

e-studs reserves STD’s via e-male

millennium bug bites for vacancy

 

labour intensive pain without vaccine

consent of dentist, send SASE

gumball machine restocks

birth control pills

 

an indeterminable

    abdominal truth


scans a body, limb x limb

each pixel iz tickled

 

USER becomes aroused

receives new purpose

through brilliant monitor

amaze the minotaur

 

tug tag tarnish toggle

get the bandwidth

back together 

 

 

 

 

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