PROTAGORAS POETRY:

      The first Annual Protagoras Poetry Contest was held this month. The winners recieve coupons for free pre-natal screening
      and penile-waste-product elimination services at the Herman Jones Family Planning Clinic in Riverdale.  Here they are:  


              APE GODDESS

              Grasp the deep towering murk.
              Blovilating in forests of danger.
              Behold the deep, throbbing cunt of darkness. 
              Squeezing in the muscle of Armageddon.

              Bitching within,
              awake in porous membranes of reproductive fitness,
              I fall to the floor,
              gasping, wheezing,
              I shoot my entreaty into the plasma-dome.

              And return unborn to the cave of flatulence. 

                                    -- Jack Avorshikian


              DIRTBAG 

              Wreck my home.
              Kill my dog.
              Die in my Blender, all cut up.
              We'll see who's really tough.

              Fuck you. Fuck you, you piece of shit.
              God dam you.
              When the Chlamydia really sets in,
                you'll be in pain.
              They say you can't die of Candida.

              Well, I hope you fuckin' get Candida all over your body.
               and you just sit there in pain.
               You'll feel the pain.
               You'll feel it.  
                You'll suffer.
               You'll really fuckin' suffer. 
               You are gonna suffer like you've never suffered before.
                It is gonna SUCK SUCK SUCK.
                Die, son of a bitch.

                           --- Debra Smucker

               PENUMBRA

               Turn Around.
                Every now and then I get a little bit tired of having the
                     Late-Captialist Discourse shoved down my beaten black throat
                     like a State Cop's cock. 
                Turn Around. 
                Every now and then I get  a little bit ravenous and start to fantasize 
                  about eating little white childrens flesh for dinner in a vain hope
                  that their joyous little concentration camp they've set up for me
                  will let me get a decent cheeseburger. 
                Turn Around.
                   Every now and then I get a little bit weary of the endless parade
                       of useless consumer items thrown in  my face right in the
                       middle of shooting up some of the best speedballs I've had
                          in years. 
                 Turn Around.
                     Every now and then I suck off your kids. 
                  So deal with that, Bright Eyes. 

                              -- Devron Harris