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Woodland Pattern™    Book   Center Poetry Archive		Nick Demske Nick Demske lives in Racine, Wisconsin, and works there at the Racine Public Library. His self-titled manuscript was selected by Joyelle McSweeney for the Fence Modern Poets Series prize and was published in 2010. One goodreads reviewer has said of it, "If I wanted 'clever' play with cliche and idiom I'd go watch really bad poetry slam performances on YouTube." Also found on goodreads, regarding his book: "...reading this feels like watching family guy." New work of his will soon be appearing in Broome Street Review, jubilat, ACM, Compost and elsewhere. Nick is a curator of the BONK! Performance series, a founder of the Racquetball Chapbook Press and an editor of the online venue boo: a journal of terrific things. Visit him sometime at nickipoo.wordpress.com.

from Self-Titled: Eleven Nick Demske

"Put your hands where I can see them," said the blind man. And he picked up his ham Mer and pulverized all my fingers. When no one attends this party, what will be done With these eight meat lovers' pizzas? The question, Rhetorical as Miranda rights. Put your Hands where I can taste them you leprous freak, you pulverulent delicat Essen. I see men as trees, walking. An arbor Ist ushering. But with every laureate Blacked out from pain, who retrieves the scattered dactyls? The blind man questions authority, rhetor Ically. Is heaven as lonely as it looks, officer? How the fuck should I know. A show of hands please. The gavels Descend. Ye lovers of meat, behold thy resurrection, thy Resuscitation. How many fingers am I holding up? Rhetorically.

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