Heartland Film Noir Classic Starring Peter Lorre ctd. I arrived just after midnight at the Rest Haven Motor Inn. I peered in though the window, to see her satin skin, like a velvet Elvis in the moonlight, breathing out and breathing in. You were late calling bingo, she lay alone in bed, I rapped lightly at the window her snore could've woke the dead I rapped harder, this time, louder, afraid someone might hear. But the prostitute in one-oh-four didn't seem to care. So I pounded with all my fury, with all my strength and might, and her eyes, they finally opened at this disturbance in the night. She stood up in the moonlight that massive, undulating form, and I longed for her to hold me, to keep me safe and warm. Then I saw that face imprinted on that perfect giant breats the face of Peter Lorre the dreaded Peter Lorre, the hated Peter Lorre! And I knew I'd never rest, till I cut out that horrid visage, that sneering, bug-eyed monster from my true love's perfect bosom, cut it like a cancer, ripped it from her like a tumor, a grinning, sneering, tumor, ripped it frokm my true love's perfect undulating breasts!>>>
vol.1 no.3 Fall 1999
Lovely Ugly Brutal World
New regular column by AR
Neuralgia Survey
Poetry:
Entombed--Alix Caldwell
Heartland Film Noir Classic Starring Peter Lorre--Fetters
Retinal Fetish--AR
Salvador Dalai Lama--David Goth
Untitled--Regina
Transfuse Me--Tom Hamilton
Prose/Short Stories:
Cradle--David Canada
An Episode--A.M. Olsson