Two Rock and Roll Poems

Rock n Roll

by Alexis Faulkner

Plane down

Wings ripped apart

Strewn

Not staged, not on a stage

This is not a test

Let us examine the interior of the rock n’ roll suicide

Flesh guts wound round wires neon

Spiral center tight bound toward the brain

Electric spark shoots also up, comes and goes

Rock n roll is not really a go with the flow art

Follow the unprotected surge too

High demons with razor claws sewn in and with gravity, stuck

Sparklers once more up the center

Fluid inside dripping rainbow tears psychedelic from goddess tending towards ornamental elaboration from, say, Hendrix

There were notes in the suicide and then there were addresses

Structures inside they have furniture composed in waves of tension

I mean, you can still sit on the sofa

Dance uneven jerk work can wash right off skin

Death inside downed plane

Takes psychic vision

For internal view and dissection

Maybe this is a test

Maybe

On a stage


surfing
by Douglas Slayton

pressing down
navigating dim lit nights
three times a month
i catch myself smiling

Alexis Faulkner is Unicorn Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Douglas Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.