Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on February 22, 2012
Oldest scribe
yourself the pen
scratching lines into clay
ten times ten thousand years
before we made such marks of our own
We soon abandoned the old ways
grew tired of pushing the line
the endless line
but you knew
the truth of the line
comes from a pen
in the elemental grip
of time’s unfolding
You write raw history
told you by wind and water
direct, uninterpreted
“this is what happened”
Your secret truth beguiles us
we of monkey patience:
we see only evidence of impossibility
under tight-lipped sunlight
and do not believe.
Submitted by Neil McKay on February 22, 2012
Don't go to the store when you're hungry.
Don't go to the bar when you're dry
Never hook up with women who want you
They are silly, naive and they lie.
Buy groceries after you've eaten
Drink water instead of that beer
Chase women who choose to ignore you
For reasons that soon will be clear.
I've come home with spray cans of cheese whiz
I've come home and slept on the lawn
I've come home with flirts and with and teases
By morning, I wished they were gone.
But the smile that I get from a woman
Who previously thought I was sleazy,
Is worth more than all of the kisses
I got from the girls who were easy.
Submitted by Neil McKay on February 22, 2012
My constant companion,
My annoying muse,
Climbs once again on my shoulder.
"Let me be a pillow for your head," he says.
"No, not there. There."
My head rests at an unnatural angle
But I relax as the purring starts
And I allow him to knead me.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on February 21, 2012
The light comes
The light comes
Across the years
To this moment
With all it has seen
Submitted by Jennifer Dixey on February 21, 2012
Here we are.
It's you, screen, and me.
With what shall I fill you?
I confess, you
intimidate me.
Blank as a page,
deliberately, opaquely white,
designed by software developers
to evoke just the kind of panic
I'm feeling right now.
Yet the compulsion
to type propels
my fingers to the keys,
and I write.
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