The Blue Dress in Mother’s Closet
by Saeed Jones
Her blue dress is a silk train is a river,
is water seeps into the cobblestone streets of my sleep, is still raining,
is monsoon brocade, is winter stars stitched into puddles,
is goodbye in a flooded antique room, is goodbye in a room of crystal…
dispersal of
thoughts, collision
stare up from the bedroom floor
sweet-smelling smoke
I understand the smell of summer
I understand the smell of thunder
dispersal, smoke drifts
those few thoughts sprinkled up
with a nose to the screen door
and the sound rises
stare up from down here, see it falling
dispersal, of rain
warm heat mingles with liquid
chemical mystery of water
during a March summer.
on a saturday night
alone
parents alseep, lost can’t keep
finding words to hone
download music, tune out the world
they say its like I dont try anymore
I like my friends
I dont want to see them
so when they greet me I just run screamin
haha, you giggle at a silly little girl
but I’m older now and should like the world
too bad I dont; I’m past alien
I just sit home saturday and sleep in
Brand New (Jesse Lacey)
Play Crack the Sky
love is a rose
it grows fast & it grows cold
a lifeless piece of nothing
severed heads inspire prose
given sweetly to those
we hope to hold close
we offer smiles & greetings
very rarely without that goal
to snatch that loner’s romance
so you have something to own
everything we thought we were? hah! who thinks anymore.
in second amploa by ~MartaSyrko
I’ll aim & I’ll shoot
and hate the target I took
red rings, red eyes
stare each other down across the way
I see a soul in that lone bullseye
I shoot to take a life away
“If we die, burn down the forest,”
cries the poet, and don’t I know it
and I’ll speak for these trees, for us
the hate I took, I shot it.
ghost by =milovandepol
wring out the dream you had for me
the one I saw, in my mind’s eye
has passed me by, passed me by
a wet rag of a man I still see
haunting my memory
he passes through me, my ghost man
Like robots
I’m wound up
Like children
I cry out
Like mothers
I love deeply
Like students
I have doubt.
Like machines
I have gears
Like waves
I crash cold
Like birds
I fly away
Like mornings
I weep gold
i’m a word slinger
a peace bringer
a psalm singer.
i solve problems with words
hatred with swords.
exits with boards.
i’m a world leader
a speech-reader.
an apocalypse-seeder.
i’m a word slinger
and like words lie
my mouth runs dry
until my morals die.
