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| ISSUE #34 $O.OO |
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| March 2005 |
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| ***BIO*** Willie Smith is deeply ashamed of being human. His work celebrates this horror. His novella SUBMACHINEGUN CONSCIOUSNESS can be read stonefree at semantikon.com. His novel OEDIPUS CADET is available from Black Heron Press or check your library. His charming bedtime stories can be read in the current issue and in the archives of Andrei Codrescu's electronic corpse at: corpse.org. His filthy poems are available in the chap GO AHEAD SPIT ON ME (unnum press). He recommends you read his story "Spider Fuck" in the corpse archives to get a feel. |
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| KNOWING GOOD SHIT |
| by Willie Smith |
| The first time I tasted shit, I’ll never forget. I was curious, young, dumb. Took it off the rim. Just a fingerful.
It tasted like a lot of bad nights, compacted. Tasted like a kick to the shins. Stank of claustrophobia. I stood. Wiped the residue off the finger onto my pyjamas. Salivating. Swallowed hard. Did I possess power? I surveyed the room. Concentrated my vision on the medicine chest. Thinking to blow it up. I had tasted shit. I was strong. I knew it all. The medicine chest refused to explode. I zombied the bathtub. Hallucinating the girl nextdoor nude. Boobs a-bobble in come-hither suds. But… nothing. Shot my eyes at the ceiling. Hoping, at least, to extinguish the light. The 80 watt bulb inside the pink fixture burned into my retina. Shit. It was all the same. Life no less ordinary than before. My gourmet indiscretion had netted zilch. I started to exit. Remembered to flush. Flushed… eyeing the poop disappear. And caught in the swirl, the pattern of what led me here. From the spiral of whose fear I was now free. I stepped outside into the labyrinth with now at last a thread. |