Dead Beat City | Angelica Fuse
One after another
they tell me
stories of wallowing
woe
I pretend to listen
timing nods
with normalcy
this is why
I
hate dating.
best poems
Say a Lot | Alan Inman
Love and kindness
say a lot
on their own without
the need for promenade
without the desire
for absurd affectation.
All of the Above | Michael Marrotti
Routine is
my mother
pounding
vodka every day
of the week
Monotony is
me knowing what
to expect when I
attain the courage
to make an appearance
Notoriety is
my mother being
on a first-name basis
at the liquor store
Emotional trauma
is me subjecting
myself to her
belligerent behavior
Irony is
my mother saying
she’s learned from
her mistakes
Promising it won’t
happen again
only to revert back
to all of the above
When the War Comes | Tilla Sonrise
When the bullets start singing
where will you be,
humming tunes
in your canopy under your
juniper tree,
when the buildings go a blazing
like blunts and bongs
will you still be singing those freedom songs?
The war is coming
revolution is on the rise
it’s them against us
and us against them
you better open your eyes.
The war is coming
revolution is on the rise
it’s them against us
and us against them
you better open your eyes.
When they drive tanks
through your neighborhood
and trample your
hopscotch chalk
are you gonna bust back
or are you full of talk,
when they bomb your homes and
murder your babies
what are you gonna do
when they
take your bags lady?
The war is coming
revolution is on the rise
it’s them against us
and us against them
you better open your eyes.
The war is coming
revolution is on the rise
it’s them against us
and us against them
you better open your eyes.
When the law
breaks the law
they are under themselves
freeze mister officer
this is a citizen arrest
we’ve been watching your
police state test
you’ve been planning martial law
since 1999
this land isn’t your land
this land is mine.
The war is coming
revolution is on the rise
it’s them against us
and us against them
you better open your eyes.
The war is coming
revolution is on the rise
it’s them against us
and us against them
you better open your eyes.
I Wish… | Ananya S. Guha
They come weilding a moral purview of the truth,
they decode sentences and go into raptures about thinking,
positivist, meta, they are a breed. Call them intellectuals, call them new brands of a new age.
I wish I were one!
Written In Blood And Ink | Judy Moskowitz
Fading ink from a time past
A precious commodity
For the collector
Of rare books
Chasing down words written
By the esteemed
Whitman, Lorca, Neruda
Bindings worn thin
The original always
In demand
Now being erased
And digitized
Like your face
Expressionless
Frozen in time
Hands kneading in the
Dirt and grime
An auto biography
Worth reading
Buried, disappearing lines
Exalted and desired
By the caretakers of history
Where were you when
The lights went out
Work Here | Sawyer Carpenter
My raucous
surroundings don’t care
that I’m trying to work
here
I could tell them
I’m trying to spin
a world of fiction
trying to create
another earth
They would still
continue with their
ridiculous noise.