Xmas Poem

unsigned checks
by Douglas Slayton

it had always been cold
where you were born
i promised i would be
a warmth between you
skin and bone

when i called
i never heard back
so i keep the windows closed

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

Two Crumpet Poems

Crumpet

by Alexis Faulkner

Cranny cranny 

Cranny cranny cranny

Cranny cranny

Butter

Hat
by Chri S. Alarie

What is a crumpet?
What am I even doing here?
What a weird headline
Don't post this
thanks

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

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.

Two Classical Poems

april 2nd

by Douglas Slayton

the seasons change their song

as they change with each other

it was a theme played on my palm

running lengthwise with your fingers

held tightly

bowed slightly

Classical

by Alexis Faulkner

Good old fashioned essex station and I was sure a 

Ghost hand touched my head

Then I figured out it was my own hand

And the psychology of me splitting into a ghost to 

Feel my own head sent spinning me into the train 

Gutters

Not all of them are easy thoughts

Unfolding the middle east through fireworks

Because here in the west the explosions are 

Miniature

Ghost once again

Bombs are ghosts and spawn ghosts

A fine mist, really

Eastern corner of westerners mind

Good old fashioned essex station reveals its wealth

To me on this Novemberest of days

M train wretched waiter-maker

But thought blessing it sends onto me this day

Champagne for the cheers and vanity thoughts

Have but a ghost waiting for me

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

Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.

Thanksgiving 2015: Haiku

by Chris Alarie

I give thanks for Bart

Simpson & all the other

Simpsons—like Maggie

by Alexis Faulkner

I just discovered

Deliciosity of

Kahlua. Turkey.

by Douglas Slayton

i am thankful

for existential dread and 

endlessness of night

Alexis Faulkner is Unicorn Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine. 
Chris Alarie is Senior Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.

Two Gospel Poems

Waiting in the Bushes
by Douglas Slayton

with resounding call
the voices ring and shake through
colored glass

it is nothing real
nothing concrete

it sits in my chest like a song
that floats about the pews
caught up in hair and hands
out the door

it will never stay
but reach out for it
anyways

Leaving Something Out
by Alexis Faulkner

Hello dreadful throne giver
Stepping down majestically (sarcasm)
Leaving to take over another operation
The Word as gospel
Hello listener (sarcasm again)
Waving hands around, spreading germs across all surfaces
Words flew
Flying words
Anger
My color check in: Red
Holding everyone under rule in a circle
Sure, it's a strong shape, or is that the triangle
I wouldn't have asked you because I wouldn't have been able to patiently listen
To your response, trust answers, not turn back to red
Temperature reading an unsurprising hot
Why now
This is all really vague
This is about work
I remember the white tiles upon first step
I clomped on them and eventually wore white shit on my jeans
Where my knees touched the floor
The snow I'm so excited for it to get cold again
Sing a song
Twirling in the flakes falling from the sky
The white flakes I love them
The sky The sky is bigger in some states
You know big sky country? Wow, what a beautiful thing about an unpopulated area
Back to the patch of ice I slipped over to work I sang the song
The song sang at me the reverb
It was a pattern or resistance and then a pattern of feed back and then back to observing the reverb
The very thing is about church it's so dramatic
The very thing about snow
It's so beautiful

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

Doug Slayton is Professor Editor-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.

Treats for the Specter

by Alexis Faulkner

ghost is chasing me

I jump in a bush real quick

Hide and go seek, freak

by Chris Alarie

help help help a ghost
know what
no what
help help help a ghost

where is a skull
where is your skeleton
no not the one you are
but the one you have
where is it

somebody found
a body in the creek
behind the church
on the courthouse steps
a long black veil
a sleepy hollow
a good god damn story
a spooky fucking ghost

by Douglas Slayton

when the weather changes
the children become unruly

when the sun sets
they have their weight in sweets

when they get to my door
they are in for a treat

when the headline reads
"thirty missing."


Alexis Faulkner is Executive Skeleton-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine. 
Chris Alarie is Senior Spook-in-Chief of Uncanny Valley Magazine.
Doug Slayton is a pumpkin.