[found image]skip.7 [november 2005]
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wilt hodges : things i can not tell you
christa beverlin : return to sr harris
cody stewart : accidental drowning
bryce beverlin II : best wishes
renee kwiatkowski
Leafs turning
Leafs shaking
Leafs falling
Leafs leaving
prashant emani
I sit to manufacture,
As per your instructions.
Con queso, spread.
I was lying on my back, the sky was black,
Lookey I rhymed.
Bobbing up and down on the cold black sea,
The water sloshing against my ear drums.
Self-imposed loneliness.
My heartbeat is all I hear, and the dark smoky winds.
Yellow lights from afar,
A carpeted prison.
Back to scene I, Act II more a Dane than an antique corpsman.
The water is cold and inviting, the creatures
below stir languidly, flowing through the black mass, as one, not at one.
Those black clouds you see staring quietly down on me, they are all in all,
They fill my space, my only peace.
I pack heat. Ask Shaq.
The lapping waves, my unspoken screams for gales,
I love the darkness,
Bad metallica, sit boy sit.
Self imposed loneliness allows me to hear me speak.
I don’t always like the sound of my own voice.
It’s also where my death is beautifully real, and my life is reduced to
a slit in the curtains.
wilt hodges
Watching a dying sun
Write the last rays of its will,
I stopped & mused over the last time we truly spoke,
The last time we said “I love you” to one another.
Listening to the birth
of a cool draft in my tiny bedroom,
I am paralyzed over the things I can not tell you.
christa beverlin
i cant stop thinking
we are no longer friends
that this is just another hard cusp
of life i have to get through.
trying not to allow it to sink in
void your ugly facial hair
Rationalize
You never appreciated the moon
i never really wanted to attend plays
So i guess were even.
i collect my cloths
i see the chalkboard
with the number of days without you
scrawled in the corner
i cant stop thinking about funny things
i want to tell you when i see you again.
i just cant bring my mind to
tell my heart that it will be never.
i want to ask you to be my
Kurt Cobain this Halloween.
but within these tossing nights
i dream
you drive me
to the lake with isles
our spot I gave away to someone else,
(who likes to go there with me)
i pretend we are one
you pretend i am well.
want to stop all these sad songs
that seem to be finding my ears now.
we cant be friends
we haven’t changed a thing,
same old drama between us
i know im no Audry Hepburn
but i want you to know
i think i honestly loved you.
all i want now is a hug and an apology
cody stewart
She fell into a puddle of her own tears
and drowned.
I bet she would have wished that she didn't cry
so much.
Touching body in water makes the water sinister
and her life tragic.
But what about the water, it never asked to be a demon.
jessica popp
something smelled in the hallway
it made me remember something only
i'm not sure what
i felt scared
nervous
lost
anxious
happy
and adventurous
it was familiar
i stopped
took a whiff
blew it back out the end of my nose
and walked away
cat knight
Dorothy lapped at the milk she was
given
if only she had a voice, to make a livin
tripe to my life
life to her tripe
Dorothy the eddy eater loves dick shivvens.
working for a livin
she was workin for dick shivvens
nine to five she rubs his ass
it feels so nice
and she gets paid fast
one and two, enter
grog grog and dorothy, they have history
his hot pants
her night that she can't recall
the two groggy groggla two
say gungla gungla
and drink to you
one, she said
that dorothy dear
that she loved me and cried a tear
sympathetic sympatico stylish
lovers
we would be
but her head is a mess
she is half-there at best
poor dorothy, the end.
bryce beverlin II
knots landing
not a hand-me-down
gnashed the rax next
ground round sandle sound
let's get serious
delirium middlepunkt
simmered on spittelunk
little uncle left a letter
middlebunked
hizzittle crunky candy opted
optic sox of white and stripe
lifelike concrete seam sown
seemingly leprosy messed up the bed
and then made itself
melted melk and written with silk
this message is brought to you
by weekly fallen bibblesby
lock the door
come for sneeze
leave with les and lester