I liked the way you’d pull my hand under your skirt under restaurant tables,
The way you smelled when you were turned on…
I am tired.
No.
I am destroyed.
From the pain of losing the one…
A world so grey
The word ‘enigmatic’
A powerful ray
A shade of amethyst
but duller.
It hurts to look
and the hand quivers at the touch.
You wake up on a grey floor, in a large dome-shaped room so spherical it seems unnatural. The room is empty except for a large pipe that protrudes out of the wall…
John, Paul and George shot from triangular positions. John’s went astray; however the other two rocks hit the small head perfectly…
I heard the thunder,
I saw the lightning,
When my eyes locked with yours
I swear the universe exploded for a second.
Paul’s striking poem needs to be read twice, from top to bottom and then bottom to top.
I saw a doctor over a year ago to find out what my problem was. He was a skinny, yet round faced man who seemed annoyed that I had the audacity to interrupt his Facebook hour…
In which Steve discovers a terrible truth that he really should have known all along…
For a few moments he moved relentlessly back and forth along the corridor; then he looked at the red glowing numbers, both read 77.
I tried to focus on the surrounding towers, the very ones I saw twinkling at night and wondered what gave them the right to twinkle so brightly while my homeland faced its demons in the dark.
It was wonderful; it broke me
It was excruciatingly joyful; it built me
Would you remember this when I go?
I huff puffed up the newly treeless hill
Unthinking of the change from verdant lush
To parched hardscrabble. Bailiff ants remove
Last remnants of the old guard’s ferny home.
A faulty pedal clanks at every turn
Reminding me of all that isn’t right.
It’s how I manage on this sort of trip.
By nature sedentary, I have to pound
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