In the spirit of honesty, McRobot 2056 Press shall henceforth be known as McRobot 2056 InkJet. Also, a chapbook of Scott Kolp’s proper poetry is forthcoming and will be entitled Dance Therapy For Men. Get excited.
Swan sewer tights seed shitting oration
A round diamond sui generis smell.
Surprise on than trying corporation
Blanket stadium. Placid drunkenness
Conflagration stunt proletariat
Incompetent, the blank moustache gore kelp
Gum wire Sven. Wilderness longsleeve brat
Poker file will aggrandize sin yelp.
Found torch degrees, what understand protect
Iron carbonated lust hand. Wouldn’t
Underwear addicts charging ovulate
Searchlight apples of a puppy shouldn’t
Pink shadow prepubescent masturbate.
Hoping fight widows headache team loyalty
thrusting sin brothers bite corporal tea.
1st printing of 11 numbered copies of “call me sweat throat” by Danny Boroughs. This picture includes the printer’s copy numbered 0/11. Ordering information is forthcoming, and they will be available for purchase at the Bean and Leaf (New London, CT) next week.
The second chapbook from McRobot2056 press. This time a short collection of poems from Danny Boroughs. This is the first printed copy. The title is not final, although I hope to convince Danny that it is. Updates later about how many and for how much.
(by Danny Boroughs, from forthcoming chapbook)
Call me sweat throat
Scalded vocal valves
From apprehension
Dirt on a wound
Baked from the sun
The inner-workings
Etched by tension
In delivery, positioning of thought
It breeds like a crystallizing itch
A damning upon contact
In challenge against that clean teeth faith
That your words will prevail
Into each chasm, a chasm
Riddled with indefinable rattles
The flawless can’t seem to pry open
And when I mean chasm
I mean the cavity where a heart is neatly placed
Be it of blackened roots
Or of inverted earth
Your core exhales heat
While I breathe it in unflinching
You’ll never know who you are
looking at. You’ll never know what
that person, the one who truly sees
will see. You’ll only know that you cannot
see what that one sees, and that is what
you’ll wish for your entire God damned life.
Carl Sagan’s got the milkiest way to flow.
Privacy - Joe Wenderoth (from No Real Light)
