Never-Ending.
by saxsquatch
We can not fathom
what we do not know
of the things that we
dedicate our
entire
be
ing
to mastering.
And that truth
and that terror
is glorious.
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
January 31, 2010
January 31, 2010
approaching absolute zero
by rcribay
i’m absolutely sure
our molecules are slowing to a stop
making statues
of we who ride public transportation
in boston
rendering our poverty
that much more humiliating
debilitating
and
permanent.
January 31, 2010
cliche thoughts
by Julio Chapluzki
two days ago,
at just this time,
you weren’t.
and then you were,
with screams,
with kicks,
with little, furious fists
mad at the world,
making sure that you were heard.
and now you’ve somewhat mellowed,
allowing me to think:
about who you are;
and who you were;
and who you yet will be;
about what you will do to me.
January 31, 2010
it’s good to be home
by Julio Chapluzki
raspy snores
sign of deep breathing
caused by exhaustion
and too late of nights,
punctuated every now
and again
by a whimper,
or a moan,
or a coo,
and it seems right.
January 31, 2010
Perfect Loneliness
by freakynewchild
What is in a dream, that I should dream awake, breathlessly and sorrowfully? I who has yet to live.
Days push me around and each second weighs in on me- judging the flicker in my eye- I am not a woman of substance.
I have fallen in love with many a dead men… Oh how they light up the beat room of my existence !
They do not cringe at my awkward aura, twist my thoughts into ugly monsters, or laugh when the earth buries me.
When poverty rides my back, they borrow light from the sun and salt from the sea so that I may stand straight.
They make me believe that even if nothingness ruptures inside, the universe may still breath through me …
