Sean Mahoney
Am foreign.
Am false equivalence.
Radiographic spread. Orgiastic
systems: thin white matter
estates handled behind dumpsters
of scrap love. Target hard memory.
Pray murder.
Weapon of discrepancy;
used patient self-sucking
dabbler. Worn flop toy.
Multi-level:
pricks, dukes, diamonds,
dogs. Simple labyrinths.
Mobile cherry popped.
Dystopian struggle. Roundtable
options. Revealing disease
stagecraft. Revealing skin to skin
systems. Physiological tongue bath.
Am equivalent.
Am indivisible.
Sean J Mahoney lives with his wife, her mother, two Uglydolls, and three dogs in Santa Ana, CA. He works in geophysics. He believes in salsa, dark chocolate, and CBD. He believes that Judas was a way better singer than Jesus and that diatomaceous earth is a not well known enough gardening marvel.
Issue 14 | Spring 2017
There Are No More Secrets On Planet Earth
A Woman Writes the Unicorn Butterfly
While waiting for the hardscaper’s estimate
Last Summer I Had Sex With A Hair Stylist Named Lori Once or Twice A Week
II. Mephistopheles’ Complaint (78)
IV. A “Counter-Wish” Dream (151)
Real People and Some Cartoons Too