Monday, October 10, 2011

Kyle Hemmings


You and your big fucking ideas.
Like we could get away from
your WrestleMania bull-necked
boyfriend who's a member of
seven coalitions of trigger-happy men
without hair. So we're stuck ten miles
from the Texas border, a car
that seized Grand mal 'cuz
The Moose syphoned all the oil.
But I know what you'll say.
Everything's gonna be fine.
The clouds still look like cotton candy
and you got a whole ten bucks.
Things could always be worse.
Like your boyfriend could be watching
with a high-powered rifle
and a cup of café au lait.

Gerald So reads "On The Lam":

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Kyle confesses: I was getting tired of writing these really poetic and cerebral and convoluted and post-modern responses to prompts in a poetry office. So, I felt in the mood for something more minimal and "dirty." So I did it, and I felt better.

KYLE HEMMINGS is the author of several chapbooks of poems: Avenue C (Scars Publications), Fuzzy Logic (Punkin Press), Amsterdam & Other Broken Love Songs (Flutter Press), and Fantasy Girls (Silkworm Ink). He has been pubbed at Gold Wake Press, Thunderclap Press, Blue Fifth Review, Step Away, and The Other Room. He blogs at

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