gobbet press has released 2 outstanding books from 3 original heathens:



 Drive-Thru Zoo by Tyson Bley

excerpt:

MIRROR TEMPERATURE, MIRROR HATE

I don’t want to die
before I get to hell

one soul-detail comes off in the last centimeter of travel

it’s an implement of voodoo –the gnome 
always leaving the mirror
at night, stalking the corridors

normal temperature in the mirror
is quickly achieved

such temperature is a nexus
one can only reach when the firecracker
behind the mirror
providing both light and heat and texture gets lost in height

otherwise forming a yellow fire on
the mirror’s lake; like the creature at the bottom of the lake
might be family of the dust mite
puking acid on a sandcastle

temporarily, opposing industrial forces
in the bolts that hold the mirror
to the wall have the thinnest content,
making the mirror great for ruin porn

what I sometimes see in
other people, on the other hand,
funnels my gallstones
forward

stopping again when a hand
is softly put upon them

I catch myself cleaning my nose
in the mirror with
my front ‘feet’

am I being inverted?

bending and crawling
to convey the meaning of
this, likewise evidenced,
on this planet, by other
users of the inverse

applying this otherworldly space
until it’s too widespread,
moves too fast, looks long
and desperate: a mechanical
cock on a realistic
stick figure running
up and down a train’s
stick figure cock on
which stands an unrealistic
person

a sock

on second glance a hot maid
vacuuming the sock full of suss
on a flying saucer

her right arm
is too far out during her cleaning
so cool air
can’t reach
her shoulder

her alien captors
weigh her vagina’s head

had the head’s inner wheel
been at rest
things on the ship
would’ve ceased to
make sense

 Necrology by Gary J Shipley & Kenji Siratori

excerpt:

3 Poems

FIRST EYE

A naked drowning victim inhabits my radical utopia.

The wildest onslaught of evil forces

The usual wealth of secret signs and riddles.

A naked drifting spleen stalks Johanna and the devil

Surrounded by priests in cumshot.

Their semen-sermons usher in 

Rocket ships depositing experimental environments. 

I quit flies on the flypaper.

A utopian underworld contains prayer-books for the shoeless snowflake. 

BEAUTY

I sink my fangs into a rubbery-male shortness of breath.

I pass unnoticed.

Goddamn a field of flowers.

Like an asshole on a hand

They do otherwise.

Waves in the imperceptible tar once your dad

Order the anxiety of nests.

Those baby hosts numb me as night middles. 

I love the sound of going nowhere.

EAT ANYTHING

Because of my hair

I throw away most things.

I believe in traveling light, like the kid

With no chest in my tooth when I think.

On the road back to a mountain monastery I drink

A grave, hear the wind, and look oak.

Two tomatoes howl into the fog.

Another fireball just fell out. 

I write my wife the stone here. 

4

5 poems

ANCIENT SONG

I live to read about life going out.

Ornamental stingrays provide my empty starless night.

We do a porn tape and make a hot Mom gift.

I don't like life unless I don't get it.

There's sharks in churches, chickens with a sky.

Well, maybe we've got something to talk about.

There's not too much more of too much more.

NAME UNKNOWN

I bike from an apple.

I model a painter's gasp when manhunting hikes in an apple.

The model's skin is a friend to the poor.

The poor arise and model an apple skin manhunting painting asps on a bike.

Some centipede walks on water.

Traffic collisions cunnilingus places where there is no pain of birth.

Why do people pay each other?

NIGHT THOUGHTS AT TOFUKU-JI

Temple marshes fart razorsharp utters.

No way to know if I'm alive.

The past, the present, what's the end of farts?

Screwing frozen ducks here and there.

Love is a total waste of time.

A partly finished ceiling pities me from appliances.

I hope to authenticate in jail someday.

WAITING FOR WINE THAT DOESN'T COME

I eat hot fields of cleaned squid.

I'm a cross of titty flesh.

Under several, one could be and grow. 

I am the unknown corpse on a bed.

Sorrow, secretion, extinction. 

Wonderful to the taste are bat nuts.

A flock of birds are nuts.

WANDERING FAR AWAY

And thunder becomes bugs.

My elbows are garments on video linked black crosses.

The crows were leaving their gym earlier today when they bumped into my cock.

So happy is the animal anonymous to thinking!

In the end I start work on two heads.

The weather report tells me I rape one.

A random collection of dead animals is all the same.

3 Collages

3 Collages

4 Drawings