4/6/4
by beighartman
Bright strands of light
Piercing through the window
Warm against my skin
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
Month: April, 2009
April 30, 2009
waiting is the hardest part
by Julio Chapluzki
the days have turned into weeks
and still the call hasn’t come,
leaving us in limbo
with only unanswered questions
of who, where, when, how,
why won’t this change!
and so the waiting
turns into pacing,
and the pacing
turns into gnawing,
all of which i hide from you
putting on a strong face,
and never realizing that
you don’t need my strength,
only my trust.
April 29, 2009
Fire
by beighartman
It was evening when I built the fire
Kindled in twilight
Night dragging on a veil of shadows
Before morning rays shone through
Afternoon stretched its course
And with it came evening again
Where a fresh log and heavy exhale
Sprung forth smoldering embers
A Phoenix reignited to life
Flames licking at the cedar
April 29, 2009
the sea of awkwardness
by Julio Chapluzki
sometimes i talk
only to fill the void,
lengthening with every moment
that a word is not said,
engulfing me
engulfing you
engulfing everyone,
swallowing us whole
and spitting us out
into a sea of awkwardness.
April 29, 2009
the problem of the self – insight on a sunny day
by David X. Hugo
i was outside on the porch
taking in the sky with clear
eyes,
she comes out in my shirt
saying “pretty,
pretty boy”
and i go inside with
unfocused eyes
and stare at the broken
oven–and you will call me
after that,
and i will think i
know what you want,
and i will make a song about it,
and i will write about it,
and i will soon disappear.
April 29, 2009
Godspeed
by rcribay
in the electric air of
this early summer evening we
speak of what
will come to pass
while you’re away
and
wind chimes ring
hollow and low
filling the spaces
between our sad words
which we mask with laughter
in vain.
April 29, 2009
Terrifying to think otherwise.
by saxsquatch
Oh, what sweet peace of mind
to know that some of your friends
are in their beds, safely and soundly
sleeping.
April 28, 2009
rainbows
by David X. Hugo
I SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
IN PARIS OR FRANCE
IN A MAGICAL WONDERLAND
OR IN MY CAR
YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE
AND TELL ME WE ARE ALONE
AND MY HEART ACCELERATES
AWARE OF THE SCIENCE BEHIND
RAINBOWS.
April 28, 2009
confusion
by Roger Mugs
thoughts and theories
not of truth but concepts
you say you can say
but dont know how to say them
thoughts without words
do you think them?
April 27, 2009
Delivery Service.
by saxsquatch
It was a warm, clear morning.
I promise you that.
And the road was oh-so-nice
to drive over. Straight there.
Straight back. One donut shop
in between.
And the cargo delivered safely
And his mother notified.
And it was a warm, clear morning.
I promise you that.
April 26, 2009
Closer
by beighartman
Curling delicately along lines traced
By fingers
Burning sensations underneath skin
Less like satin but a breath
Trembling each hair
A whisper tickling inside ears
Where thought and touch coalesce
Into a fleeting acuity of godliness
Balling fists in lungs
An alien air that feels too innate
Incinerated by its detection
Clenching tightly to grasp
What only slips through sooner
April 26, 2009
reflections on childrens books 1
by Roger Mugs
i know an old puppy who swallowed a guy
i dont know why he swallowed a guy
perhaps the humane society will come
and take him away and put him to sleep
through some sadly not altogether very
humane means such as a shot through
the leg that they claim is pain free but really
just paralyzes the puppy before the pain
sets in and causes early rigor mortis
but thats just a thought i dont know much
about what happens to old puppies who
swallow folks
April 26, 2009
in-re-flexion
by Roger Mugs
flat paper edges on
paper cut fingers from
pulp of evergreen
seems oddly white under
my fingers
April 25, 2009
Saturday Morning Breakfast
by Julio Chapluzki
elaborate preparations,
ritual like gone through,
all for the purpose
of delaying the inevitable,
perpetuating the magic,
that is a Saturday Morning
lest it disappear into the mourning
of work saved up all week long.
April 24, 2009
Amidst a Barrage Unwanted.
by saxsquatch
One dared to let their fingers fly
and found themselves among a
slew of fast-flying insults that
had nothing, really, to do with them.
So reluctantly they stepped aside
and threw their hands in the air.
First, considered, “Why are you fighting?”
Then, conceded. “Let the fuckers kill eachother.”
April 24, 2009
on the top level of the rocket ship at rocket ship park
by rcribay
the five of us
crammed into that small space
which would be the
first to hit the sun, if launched
when you said
in heaven
let’s meet back here
and although
none of us believed
then in such a juvenile conception
of heaven
there was something pleasant
about wrapping ourselves in that fluffy fiction
and composing our own
epilogue.
April 24, 2009
Interview Thoughts
by Julio Chapluzki
I stand there
then sit here;
all the whilst
you judge me
and i judge you:
do you like me?
do i like you?
do i pass your test?
why should i let you judge me?
how should i answer this question?
do you want the truth or a lie?
do you want to hear that i
really only want a paycheck?
do you want to know that i
love being off in the summer?
do you want to hear that i
really don’t care?
do you want to know that i
was once kicked out of uzbekistan?
probably not,
and so i’ll tell you exactly
what you want to hear
and i’ll expect as my just reward
the bestowment of the job,
no lie.
April 23, 2009
Firsts
by beighartman
Too often I lament the ideas
That have eluded my pen
But in mourning even one second
I miss what now is.
Take as much as I can.
Begin the very first chapter
Of my very first book.
The first is always the hardest, they say.
The first step,
The first day,
The first word,
The first sentence.
April 23, 2009
9 hours without you brings out the horror of me
by Roger Mugs
its odd for a man so vein as i
to peel back the flesh and find
the underneath so bloody red
and oozing with forgotten pus
April 23, 2009
Murderous
by saxsquatch
And he’s alright he’s
sure, he’s done this
before, he’s
got all his cards in line
got all his ducks in a
row. And he knows
just what he needs to do.
There’s a body between him
and you (not a dead one).
…(yet).
April 22, 2009
iiii
by David X. Hugo
so they killed it all in one night
down the throat and then
back out and he’s hanging over
the ledge thinking
you don’t love me anymore?
they made you not love me anymore
and he says he’s never
gonna
love
anyone
again.
April 22, 2009
Fight.
by saxsquatch
Define for me
with body language
the word ‘fight’
Or,
to put it more
(un)civilly,
Bring It.
April 21, 2009
That’s Shocking!
by Julio Chapluzki
this week’s been
one of those weeks;
full of surprising ups
that aren’t really ups;
full of angry downs
that aren’t really downs;
and topping it all off
was the realization today,
bursting upon me in a flash,
that what i thought was a fart
had more mass to it
making that the shitty cherry
to top off this horrible week.
April 20, 2009
Messed That Up.
by saxsquatch
at times I find
that I must bring
myself to stand
before you
With
my head held high
and just enough
a grin that it
unsettles you
I
Hope that we have
come to terms with
all the points we’ve
blundered past
but
recent light has
shown a sight of
unforgivable
happenstance.
So…
If we choose to
rectify these
failures that we
perpetrate
we ought to
learn to pass us by
and get out before
it’s too late.
April 20, 2009
Your Eyes.
by saxsquatch
There is something on your mind.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.
You know what you want, and that’s
out. All the way to
Cincinnati. All the way to
Ruin. At least
that’s what I
think it means.
But you haven’t been to Cinci in
a long, long time. And you’ve
no idea what state it’s in
(of course you know Ohio),
but it takes a lot of discipline
to stay here, that much I know.
But I know you want to go.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.
April 20, 2009
atrophous – it happens
by Roger Mugs
with lack of picture support
my words
they atrophy
wishing they’d been backed
by waves or at least a sunset
instead of contrasted so
painfully black on white
and surrounded by
nothing but white space
April 20, 2009
American Lobotomy
by David X. Hugo
american lobotomy
your brain’s just a muscle
your ghost is all that counts
slow down einstein
we need these sheep for clothes
slow down einstein
your not fluent in puppet
slow down einstein
you faggot
you loser
you geek
you nerd
bleach your hair white
like the rest of the herd
jesus christ more like
peter pan.
