Attack Poetry#1 this is a fat nipples publication to see this on paper, send a stamp or SASE to: Attack Poetry c/o Chris P.O. Box 2554 Trenton, NJ 08690 tell me what you think: chris.conway@njcc.wisdom.bubble.org (609)890-0995 THE GREAT WESTERN WHORE Built to be insatiable, She still stands to be on Her back. Renovated, patched polished, She yearns, yet to be sated. Give Me your starving - is the call of Her hungry crotch. Give Me your huddled masses - the itch of vagina's copper walls. For over a century, She's beckoned solicited, seduced millions in foreplay promises of justice, freedom & wealth lures heard world-wide, enticing sucking those eager hordes into hips' lips consentual coitus, that unquenchable lust that looks always outward for more never glances back to where sexes' initiative sappings were never given to those who came Black at the bottom of boats. Paul Weinman I CAN'T EVEN GET SAFE SEX. I tried a phone sex line for the first time the other day. Clara told me I should get more comfortable by taking off all my clothes. As soon as I got naked our connection went bad. The old woman waiting to use the phone began yelling at me so loud and banging her fists against the booth's glass so hard I couldn't hear a word Clara said. Robert W. Howington my delicate obsession manifests itself in my calm demeanor heartfelt words of encouragement my sensibilities are far too cultivated i look at your sobs earthshattering dilemmas charming pathos not sympathy and yet what I feel will destroy you what I feel will destroy you -CHRIS BREAK the wind blew into the air the paperclip that remained from the memo that disintegrated under the mountainous pile of snow the streetlight fell from it's suspended view blown into the path of the blue cheese box of the city busing system the cold slate I sit on chills me equally as the big breeze the steam from my tea and the smoke from my stick is quickly lifted away I stare at this whole spectacle with an awed jaw drop the grimacing student watches his hat blow into the roadway and it's mashed by a Hyundai I smile because it's not mine, I'm glad, I don't like that style of hat anyway that paperclip that blew into the air, remember it? I just mentioned it a little while ago... that was strange, this is a powerful storm brewing I wonder if he was flying first class, or economy or if he was sleepflying through the whole ordeal I should go in, my tea is cold my last candcerous breath taken My soul thaws as the door closes on the wind yet I can't hide it's howl -Gregg BE CONCIOUS OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS You're a fool. You can't hurt me. For I am an emperor in my dreams. Take your best shot, because in my dreams, I am your father. I am invincible. In my dreams I am the demon who rots in the corner of your soul and reminds you of what a waste you are. You can't hurt me. When I slumber, I am the beast who will slaughter your mother. I am Strong. You can't harm me. In my dreams, I am your empty reflection. Do you think you matter? In my dreams I am the Black Lord of Death that decrees that you were never born. You can't touch me. In my dreams, I am the shadow who haunts your mind. I am powerful. In my dreams, you cower in my presence and beg me to spare you as I rip your heart out. I spit upon you. Try and hurt me and you'll encounter the unbridled fury of my pure hatred for each one of you and your kin. In my dreams I am everything, every god, every evil, every form of what is black. You certainly can't hurt me. Heed my warning. You won't hurt me now. The dreams are real, I have awakened. -MARC dagger gasp outward pressure inward bleed -CHRIS I know What you think Of Me of My appearance of My attitude I'm just too mainstream Not different I wear Gap Not No Fear It kind of keeps You at a distance Fine Maybe I'm being Myself Maybe I let My thoughts guide me And not the size of my pants Maybe my "normalcy" Is my little joke A plan to get ahead Posing as a clean cut For my own Purposes To get power Maybe once I'm there I can do what I Wanted to do Destroy the establishment Then again Maybe I am the establishment Don't judge me -Joe i am sometimes happy i am tired a lot i like my friends music is good too i like to be happy sometimes i get scared food is good why are you acting like a bitch you're being complicated when i was a little boy i used to always scrape my chin -SEAN Lost in a world I've never known Never been a part of Torn from a life I've never loved Never found a meaning Brought to a place I've never known Never given time to All I can see for miles Is subconscious. -CHRIS FETUS IN THE BALLROOM it's not my choice it takes two to tango and I dance the dance, although I'm not the one carrying the tune. so I say again, it's not my choice, but, I will let you lead. I will follow your steps on the floor, and off. -SEAN McCABE BILL CLINTON HAS GOT TO FIX THING LIKE THIS. A man recieved a letter from a government agency stating that he would no longer be entitled to food stamps because of his recent death, but that if his situation changed he could reapply. Forms to recertify were sent with the letter. The man's visibly per- turbed sister, who has been taking care of her brother's estate, said, '"I don't think Joe will be climbing out of his grave to get food stamps. I'm sure he realized there are people out there who are more needy than him." Robert W. Howington WHY Why is there no cure for AIDS Why was there slavery Why is there still slavery Why is there no real freedom Why is it always a black\white thing Why did he kill his girlfriend Why did they get a minimum sentence Why did they kick his ass Why does he look so "fine" now Why can't we say what the fuck we want Why are we too young Why are parents a pain in the ass Why do we still love them Why do some men "Fuck" Why do women "make love" Why can't we all just get along Why is this world falling apart Why is there a big fucking hole in the ozone layer Why do I write poems Why are we here on this earth when we just fuck it up! -HEATHER no point no reasoning to my course of action I just listen to the voices wait for your reaction pain inside still lingering i can't think of anything to make me happy once again now that I'm your friend you took back everything you said I came to and you retreated -SEAN ATTACK POETRY stuck in your head singing out bad phrase, bad melody aharmonic catatonic destruction by force everyday parallels reconsideration of ideals everyday heroes bombshell gutted brain vacuum suck it in breath it in let it become you let it live inside you daggers in the lobes scream out in ecstatic pain aharmonic catatonic no more. -CHRIS my head still spins from things you told me days ago when i thought you meant it. when you said you did a blatant set up for your personal gain to overcome and start over cold relentless like a common fear blinded by feelings blinded by emotion confused on what to feel what to do bound and gagged by words -SEAN noncooperation asset shelter reminiscence strength lyric colored slush turkey supermarket bellsbellsbells drafty commode caste palm spastic eat -CHRIS ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Fat Nipples #1 is still available. It costs $1 and 2 stamps. Fat Nipples #3 is still available. It costs one stamp or SASE. this costs 1 stamp or SASE in paper form send your poetry\money to: Attack Poetry c/o Chris P.O. Box 2554 Trenton, NJ 08690 (609)890-0995 Fat Nipples #1-3 are always available through e-mail, as is this file. e-mail: chris.conway@njcc.wisdom.bubble.org thank you and have a nice day.