the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

Afterglow

by Julio Chapluzki

i didn’t see it coming
until it was too late
and i was gone completely
talking about crazy things
in an overly eloquent way
because of too little blood
in the alcohol stream

permission

by Roger Mugs

i like you fat and full of smiles
snuggly with little understanding
i like that your clothes are one piece
and your only need is sleep
(i can relate to that)
you can grow up
but dont grow old

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