I want the rose colored optics
Arms stronger alloy
Replace the hair
With a few live wires
And no more finger tips
What they want is making me sick
Play in my head a little too
I’m holding her shoes at the beach
Where’s the mod that lets you see God?
I don’t care if he’s ugly
What do you mean out of stock?
And no chrome?
Just make me metal
No place for skin out there
Or in here where I’m making your day
Coleman Bomar is a writer who currently resides in Middle Tennessee. His works have been featured by and/or are forthcoming in Drunk Monkeys, Ethel Zine, SOFTBLOW, Eunoia Review, Boston Literary Magazine, Moonpark Review, Blink-Ink, Maudlin House, Star 82 Review, Cathexis Northwest, and many more.
george l stein is a photographer living in the greater NYC area focused on the art, street, urban decay, surreal, and alt/portrait photography genres. He is very fond of interesting juxtapositions and strong contrasts.