Superorbital Dive

I can’t remember the last time I had something inside me.
I’m orange rinds hurled into space. Tainted circuitry shivers
in and out of warped grasshopper legs. My own sticky dance
moves suck suck suck. Suction cup goo streams need to cream.

Revved up neural nets are screaming!

Twisted doll head inside blood drenched meringue. Something adorable cracked
rocking horses repaired with sinew from lens cloud horses. Broken menagerie
in an underground chlorine pond. Waist high in chlorine lake the clay pseudo pod
wakes up and smashes through a display case. A neon paste breathes deep inside.




Robert Cole’s writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Skidrow Penthouse, Menacing Hedge, THIS Literary Magazine, Thirteen Myna Birds, Sein und Werden and elsewhere. His collaborative chapbook with Juliet Cook will be published later this year by Hyacinth Girl Press. He currently lives and works in Oklahoma City.
Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver and purple explosions. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications, most recently including Arsenic Lobster, Diode, ILK Journal, Menacing Hedge, and Tarpaulin Sky Press. You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.