LOST POET Volume 65 • Issue 3 • January 2005 We’d like to thank all our contributors. Sorry we couldn’t pay for your great work but if any time you happen to be in the area you are all welcome in for a cup o’ tea, the wife makes lovely scones. – Edward Eddington (Editor) D.P. […]
Archive | January, 2007
Jogging Thoughts
Buttocks bouncing Obesity denouncing In my head pronouncing What the hell for? What the hell for? What For What For Jogging Is Such a Bore Pour. Snore. Wish I was napping Not pavement slapping My inner thighs are chapping. Pathetic useless bra My nipple’s getting raw O K Concentrate Find your gait Lose that weight. Breathe in […]
Pantalone
Here Comes the Flood
SCENE: Noah’s ark. Noah is seated at a rough wooden table, pouring over several charts. His wife Deidre is preparing their straw mattress, getting ready for bed. The soft roll of the ocean can be heard as night settles over their modest living quarters. NOAH: Nothing… Three months, twenty-three days, and still not one scrap of […]
Tokyo’s Revenge
Showbiz
I was sitting in the park feeding pigeons when a squirrel came over to me. It was gray with white tufts under its ears. I tossed some bread crumbs at it but the squirrel just tilted its head and looked at me. I snapped my fingers and it jumped a little, startled by the sudden […]
There aren’t any muffin men living on Drury Lane
Failed science-fiction writers can make wealthy religions. I’m not afraid of Scientology. But I am afraid of children with chemistry sets.