Caffeine Destiny
Fall 2007

















Reb Livingston

Lament for Beau

He disenchanted his miscreant, let his mental somersaults obstruct her obligatory blindness. The wilted stud disenchanted his miscreant and his mental somersaults obstructed her obligatory blindness. The undercover lover disenchanted it and obstructed her obligatory blindness. Wrong Juan disenchanted the sham and allowed his mental somersaults to obstruct her obligatory blindness. His apron disenchanted the home because his mental somersaults obstructed her obligatory blindness, it was a long time coming. Apron disenchanted that house and his mental somersaults found way to attach lapse. The shenanigans disenchanted it and his mental somersaults attached lapse. The Holla Caller first disenchanted his apron and then disenchanted his miscreant while letting his mental somersaults attach lapse and obstruct blindness. One is disengaged. The other has sight.


Lament for Little Lamb

She let his mental somersaults obstruct her obligatory blindness, she grinds rackingly over it. O ewe, your mewing no longer pleases the unashamed, the sheep-pen no longer channels release to the Shepherd.


Lament for Acrimony

The cyclone, like a crawl, advanced forevermore—the clouded hero silenced.


Lament for Ha

O beau, this lament snickers, this lament chokes its milk for you. Your lament snickers, O beau, this lament chokes its milk for you. In afflicted melodrama beau's miscreant snorts one mean lament. In afflicted melodrama, the miscreant pines and snorts, this lament snickers, this lament choking its milk for you. Your lament snickers, O beau, this lament chokes its milk for you. In your orchestrated wreck the lament snickers. How long will your snickering lament snort her milk? How long will your snickering lament choke the one who pines?


Lament for Miscreant

To me, the miscreant, in the beau throe, my apartment of disenchantment, they did not grant an acknowledgment of place. Indeed they snickered laments and obstructed obligatory blindness for me. As for the apartment which used to be where spirit of the mental somersaults cracked, instead its jubilant conniption magnifies. Because of these shenanigans, picnics, infections and afflictions, infections and afflictions passed into my apartment, hushed place, my dismal pleasing apartment upon which no hand grappled. My apartment invented by the pleasing hollowed through its meat like a middling gourd.





Reb Livingston is a poet and editor of No Tell Books, a press devoted to poetry, and No Tell Motel, an online poetry magazine. Her book,Your Ten Favorite Words is forthcoming from Coconut Boooks.