FUG.UES

Sundries issue: 1

Jack Galmitz Ed.

FUG.UES

Copyright 2015

Noble Press

New York

Cover by Jack Galmitz

Illustrations by Elizabete Atales

& Brendan Slater

FUG.UES

RELATED MATTERS

Ed Baker

broken

now

rusty

gate

love

is

this

open

details

of

visit

in

her

note

slipped

under

more

than

what

said

what

said

required

his

full

attention

woman

in her

opened

window

Ross Priddle

The Black Panthers

The White Panthers

The Pink Panthers

"thamzing

fragments are our wholes,

new worlds need new words,

arigata-meiwaku, soliterraneous,

huayra, luis pazos, juneteenth,

agadir, seedless bunch tax,

at it and to it, engraved

barcode, xero-poste, we are

forced to live as if we were

free, how the markets will

react, moral hazard, golden

parachutes, virtual capitalism,

the real economy, the dotcom

bubble, thamzing, a talkie,

cluster underneath the

streetlights, hadopelagic,

meditation on another, pink

pink pink, the country not

the font, readies,

bakku-shan

anticommodity affect, colston

basset stilton, bakku-shan,

pics matton, carnet int,

pepper tax, corkage, this art

ought to, check it with your

tongue, taqiyah, salakot,

zucchetto, top surgery,

gleaming the cube, marrick-

ville flood, baseball camp

nurse, funnel vision, janome

machine, anti-essentialist

historicism, neuroeconomics,

akerlofs asymmetry, an

economy which changed

completely the human,

behavioral economics,

emperor continues to haunt,

trance going, trance knowing,

principe, conceptual

fragmentation,

Gregory K.H. Bryant

Jack Galmitz

the night dream

cannot be packaged

(placed in parenthesis)

the figure

as it grows distant

the world becomes spirit

we hold all men

endowed for light

& daily box scores

in my cereal

subatomic

particles

&

strawberries

well, after all,

the sunset

is musical

a blind man at the railroad crossing

On Line

In the line order

In the line clashing

In the line pauses

In the line marching

In the line anticipation

In the line relations

In the line suppression

In the line measure

In the line heft

In the line fulfillment

In the line suspension

In the line itself

high voltage towers

high voltage towers

high voltage towers

clouds clouds clouds

L.G. Corey

1. SUNRISE SONG

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.

The closed eye opens.

The opened fist closes.

The lake ice cracks.

The dead bird sings.

2. First Snow of Spring

May 8,

and snow is falling

in the mountains where I live.

3. THREE LINES

Bare branch.

Black bird.

Flies away.

4. ZAZEN

If you see the Buddha

walking on the road,

kill the poet

walking behind him.

Michael Dec

Come Home, Yeggs

Hot tea takes a hike

The time tunnel Detroit

1964 down the alley to Hamtramck SALADA

It's funny how you go back to things,

like carrying a 200 lb. hamburger on your back

They have "good eggs" here

If they only knew...

Useless Fuel Across the nose the chair domain sputters sparks A leg bursts from his arm a head from his chest he lumbers down the stairs past another burnt tentacle syringe the snow filled tubas where he turns into a garage and shelters the cars all night

Old Number Seven

Speaking of insolubility, I fry my clothes in soup

cosmic fuckup, panhandler, scum

till the mayor slipped in elephant shit

then the pace slowed

Into the spring loaded trunk of a '65 Olds

From Minnesota -- they forget quickly sometime

Out of the chicken wire into the fire

Sabine Miller

lilyfield;

there are many ways to kneel

and touch the sky

rainlight

yesterday's spider

facing its flesh

moon in the courtyard

the stillness

of the lion's wings

I stand

on the mountain

inside Black Elk

in the morning

the mouse at the trap,

head bowed

Chris Gordon

after packing them

she repackages the plums

a mole on her breast

girls on bikes

in short skirts

speaking French

we get home from

our trip the brown crayon

we left on the table

faith in transcription

upon the air

on the bus

they talk about where

all the birds have gone

THEPENISLEAKING

an arrangement of flesh we threaten each other with our pasts

another day of pretending I am a person

the clouds collide no one is hurt

on the toilet she

mentions that cucumbers are

related to lemons

some noise in

the dark kitchen it

must be the potatoes

a note from ten

years ago says youre

going to the store

Angelo Lagori

the walks

for masha

she will b

end the tall

grass

in the O

pen field next

to

this

building &

event

u

ally form

with Her two

feet

one solid

foot worn path

way

for future

generate

ions

we ran out

alone, a single

O

range

rots at the

bottom

tier of an

old fruit

basket that

hangs

below

the

purple cabinet.

a tag

barely sticks

against

bleached

bone

wire with a

price: 3

99. we

need more

apples,

shouts the

boy.

crow for naomi

the eclipse

in

her(

~e

lipsis)

seen in

how

aclipped

bird

sings with out

her

branch she

u

says Her

beak &

finds her O

there

wings in

the fall

in

leaves &

turns

up

words to the

rose wood

moon.

to what

caw

says a

straight

man to

b

~endslight

~ly in

words to

himself

to be

come a

crow bar of

bone

to pry O

pen the ox

i ~dized

ribcage &

set that

starving black

~birdhe) calls

the class

room field

trip. i

notice

the bi

son in

the cave

is still

being

hunted

by one

group of

tall men

wielding

red spears.

i pict

ure my self in

that

cave the

veer y

same

day of

the hunt.

i see a

wo

man all

alone

holding

a paint

brush made

out of

yucca

flowers

dripping

with one

color.

mosaic after Torres

my a

mirror

i

can coll

ides

with his

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into ir

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from

this window car

at four

a

the

blue

way stop

beeps.

Brendan Slater

beleaguered an autumn love overlapping diaphanous the wind the spark ethereal when comes a litany Friday attacks the art with an exhaust

forbearance after the sea summer spring a French stream love a brief sea affair willow for a shy leisure

Sunday an umbrella in the whiskey a cat-lover a manuscript an else sorrowful: the sumptuous moon leisure territory a sweet labyrinthine

Friday combining an oriental gift Spring: a misery into serendipity something quicker than a very shy in order that Tuesday has a breeze

a mother turning delicate crack black pears nor a wild revelation steel sorrowful a nook lithe luxuriant elixir the protection hissing

Mel Chen

UKULELE STORE

This is about as happy that I can get

wearing brand new blue jeans

so tight that it hurts when I walk

Driving a bread truck in East LA

cooking burritos, tacos and hot rocks

selling to anyone who wants a bite

If I can get away with it

I'll be off to a better day

making an omelet with salsa in a wig

Once I'm done you'll come around

and see I'm right ... you'll ask for more

laughing and singing, ' Let's have a party! '

I sizzle you up and play an ukulele

mix and match ... spread the difference

you'll be as tight as the pants I'm wearing

Shake and bake ... wiggle and dance

put fruit on the head like Carmen Miranda

give me a dollar ... I'll give you a dime

You know you love me!

ARE YOU WASHED IN THE BLOOD?

Fragments and mutterings sat on a bench in the park

calculating equations with pigeons pecking at crumbs

a decapitated Buddha sits sagging in a snowy garden

Ice floes in the river are pushed aside by tugboats

cars and cabs careen up West Street

tardy in appointed destinations

Approaches are distracted in a tattered thrift store suit

collar turned up to fend off a bracing breeze

hand pulls out a phone to survey texts

"I am leaving ... will be by this afternoon to gathers my things."

but ... but ... but

"There is nothing to discuss, please don't be there."

Went to the corner deli ...

purchased weak coffee in a Styrofoam cup

fingers scrapping sides made that annoying noise

From the corner I could see her enter the building ...

twenty minutes later, two bags in hand the cat underarm

she settled into a waiting car

I texted her, "Hey now let's talk this over, we both found the cat in the alley

on that rainy day." No reply.

"What happened to charity, faith and compassion?" No reply.

AVA AND BARNEY

Before there was

Ava and Mickey ...

Ava and Artie ...

Ava and Frank ...

there was Barney.

A poor Scotch-Irish/Tuscarora tobacco farmer's daughter from North

Carolina she made her way barefoot to New York. Her brother-in -law

snapped her head shot placed it in the front window of Tarr's Studio on

Fifth. Barney Duhan, a Loew's Theater clerk sauntered by, went in asked the

receptionist her for name and number.

He was rebuffed. Barney employed his ploy, as he often did when trying to

meet a girls, shouts ... " I'm a talent scout from MGM! Send her to Louis B.

Mayer! ". And they did and she was off to Hollywood. In her screen test she

did not utter a word, her incomprehensible southern hick accent was

prohibitive. Louis after viewing the her on film exalts," She can't sing. She

can't act. She can't talk. She's terrific!!! ".

After her marriage to Mickey, he rhapsodizes how great the sex was. Ava

says, " He may have thought the sex was very good, but goodness knows I

didn't. ". After Artie onto Frank, she laments, " Frank is like a woman, so

sensitive. But I'm a piece of Dresden China ... I know he will break me."

Years later I had broken my fibula in a construction job fall. While in St.

Vincent's I watch the tube ... ads for personal injury attorneys came on and

off. I ask my roommate, who had gotten hit by a car in the Village, if he had

a lawyer. He says, " Yeah ... Bernard Duhan ... he's been better to me than

my family, coming to visit ... giving me money. I'm going straight to his

office after I get out.

As soon as I could I make my way to Barney's office on lower Broadway in

the Woolworth Building. An ex cop he went to night school and became an

advocate for justice and poor wretches like me. He states there's a number

for a broken finger, a ripped off leg, if you're paralyzed in a wheel chair ...

so much the better. It may take a while but we'll get there. We'll start at a

million.

The offers came and went ... seasons made their cycle. Barney calls me in. "

We have an offer of $90,000 ... I keep a third you take the rest, tax free. I ask

" What if we go to trial? ". Barney stares me in the eye and responds, " Do

you really want to place your fate in the hands of a jury of six stupid people?

" ... I say, " Where do I sign? ".

A very wise man. Barney gazes upon Ava's photo on his wall, he murmurs, "

Oh Ava ... you should have married me ... I would have made you happy.".

EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE IN LOVE

A couple in threads

wondering how they got there

Genetic code in DNA

kissing chromosomes XYZ

Scruffy dog chasing a cat

down a meowing alley

Last set at the Vanguard

has been played ... horn is silent

Red beads of tail lights stream

up 7th Ave dreaming of kisses

Rainbow on a curve seeks an end

pearl pursues another on a string

A boy under a streetlamp

awaits the arrival of his girl

Michael Jacobson

Susan Diridoni

summering clefts tax-free legumes incubate

sugar and lodgepole pines sway the remote stir

the yellow flowers covering more the remembered

starless roam stark against the black simmer

upon their sweet insistence buoyant dissolve

a poets casual details sail forth the voyage

absinthe no succor in our abyss

Elizabete Atls