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Thursday, July 1, 2010

High Coup Journal - July 2010 Issue

(Photo by Ann Wright, Plymouth, IN)

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IN THIS ISSUE:

Rosemary Foster (Bloomington, IN)

Marti Fuerst (Rapid City, SD)

Quinn Gilbert (Shelburne, VT)

Jacob Glenn

Aaron Owens (Terre Haute, IN)

Eli Van Sickel (Terre Haute, IN)


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Editor’s Note:

A time for new things,
like picking a new ice cream
or dropping the soap.

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Jacob Glenn


Feb. 23

balloon removal
can i borrow your blow gun?
goodbye helium


Feb. 23

oh my sweet coffee
make me a jitterbug pro
my blood is creamy


Jan. 19

I sip my coffee
say goodbye constipation
my bowels are moved


Jan. 19

such a peaceful rain
I do value your effort
but my grass is dead

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Aaron Owens


Tryst

Debbie can’t find out.
Long. Firm. White cream fills my mouth.
Gotta love Twinkies.

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Marti Fuerst


Mucus advances
seizing nasal passageways.
I wave white Kleenex.


Dog barks at darkness.
Alarm must be on the fritz.
Cyborg-vet needed.


Take solace in that
when the zombies rise to feed
these dopes will die first.

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Eli Van Sickel


Submitting this work
For your consideration
Please show me some love


Dog shit and flowers:
Two things that smell different
-ly to me at night.

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Quinn Gilbert


Signal from a Shattered Earth

Last vestige of us:
You the plumber?...Yeah babe, I'm
Here to lay some pipe.


Life

This is my treatise
on life, and it’s pretty deep:
Alarm clock rings…Fuck.

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Rosemary Foster


Hearing you have sex
Makes me want to fucking puke
So please mom shut up


OMG goth kids
Scary ass mother fuckers
Done up like corpses


Public swimming pool
Chemical filled oasis
Bikini clad whores


I know it says to
taste the rainbow but could you
stop licking my shirt?


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July 2010 AWESOME SAUCE: Aaron Owens

The Little Boy’s Nightmare

Surrounded by balls
A dozen sweaty bodies
Trapped in the “Ball Pit”

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Send in your haiku!
August won't just write itself
(unless I'm on crack)!

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