Flash Flood Zine

Job Description
Eric Blasco

We live with complex plots
tangled in brain syrups
with blood clots
of veiny knots:
1) strain sentences through teeth
2) harvest, then sleep for a week

Loose thoughts find
          stray vowels drooling
     from slippery lips.
Take in the tips and hips
          and each twitch.
The truth
          behind the scratch
     an itch.   
Which
          observers of words
     letters, measures
          bystanders to accidents
     seekers of pleasures
          strange bed fellas
     in bad weathers

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Nice Knowing Ya
Eric Blasco

Is this love
      strewn around the floor?
Or a tangle of old socks
      walking out the door.

Your flesh is sand
      in between my sheets.
Our faces relaxed,
      is this the first time we meet?
Or the first time we went to eat–
      each other out?

If it is, love’s a smelly flower
           in mating position,
A back of the bedroom
           chair decision
A smell in the air,                                                                                                                                           if you listen.