No Walls
Shimmer
Shine
Glimmer
Grind
My friend, bring a new meaning
A nascent voice, with liquid screaming,
Fluid breathing, flooded perception
Afterwards, just a moist recollection
Of something akin to Elysia in grace
A state of mind apart, a slower pace.
Bleed
Cry
Breath
Dry
Anxiety of separation
With desired regression
To a lovely world
Inside a lonely girl
No walls to bind
One door to go outside.
Be
Live
Free
Give
A singular soul, a last chance,
Like a shirt, tie, without pants
Individual peace, a separate hope
Without her can you cope?
Without her can you still sing?
Without her will the bells still ring?
Rhyme
Joy
Time
Coy
Endure the extension of her seams
Live within the confines of her dreams
Caress her aching limbs
Fulfill her errant whims
Enjoin the battle, just for her,
You do it, all for her.
A train to ANTICIPATION, syncopation of chchscree-ah,
Sighing, stopping, the moan of
Starting again
A mother reads the little mermaid
To pink children-
the sad version
Scorned by Disney, by
Sensitive children
Like me
Her body turns to sea foam
Soap scudding ocean
If I were a merchild
I'd have the prince
Give up dancing!
Course, I'm not sure how
Fornication
Works in the
Ocean
But here I find, I'm
Drinking from witches teats
For $5.50, emerging from water,
Two legs, ch-change!
Thoughts are fickle friends
On an outbound train
Rachel Rosen
The fire alarm went off today, Logan square rumbles rush hours, whshhhhhhhaws in
water, black bodies swim amidst traffic
circles. I, in amber shadows, tend the flock of my own prodigal dreams, let them
wish
and ah, mist like grizzly bears,
sorcerers and drones with cloaks, spark fine sheets confetti, carving opaque tree
shadows
a park bench is a lonely perch when
children play in fountains
Rachel Rosen
GRAVEYARD PIZZA
You starve me with
Silence
Even though
I know...
So earth shattering
Marmots
Orbit earth as
Comets
On cocaine making lazy
Daisy chains
Branded into night's
Oxidized flesh. It's too blue,
I tattoo myself
With you
Boil cherries and blue berries
To dye my fabric
Maroon
I knit silk sheets
Knot scarves
Listen to moving furniture
Rumbling like empty
Stomachs, or guitars
Bowling with thunderbolts
My eyes cross stars
And are spangled
Tangled up in
Night, in groaning light
Left on too long
The light bulb in the icebox
Doesn't go out when
You close the door-
Making the milk sour
But that's alright, alright?
We'll go out to eat tonight.
Rachel Rosen
2 percent milk
is really 98 percent
water
i drink it
like my body
mostly water
all i see is skin
skim white cream
all i see
the little goodness
vitamin E, minerals
i think it
good-ness
and not
a bad mess
why you smile
when i pass by
whole milk
sweet from the cow's teat
strength, health, more
more of what the
Mother Earth
feeds me
to sprinkle water
on my bland flakes-
bran flakes
because you would not
touch the Venus
even if
she brought you Helen
even if
the stone was smooth
the most precious in the land
the milk of life
makes hips
and breasts
supple
i drink it
But i've grown gills
Amy Solomon
R.A Punzel to Her Prince Numbing
dear sirs-
no. I will not let down my hair.
oh dear-
you can see up my skirt from way down there, can't you?
Is that why you've placed
me on
this pedestal?
well,
do you like the lace,
the flowers,
the stray pubic hairs?
Do you like the way the cellulite on my inner
thighs reminds you of
ripples on an open ocean teased
by gentle breathless chokes of
autumn air?
is that a grappling hook
I see
protruding from your pocket
or are you just trigger happy
to get inside me?
you'd scale these tower walls
for what?
Cinnamon lips, hot candies
gray eyelids
miles and miles of small intestine
ovaries-
just a warning:
your grip might slip
from that vine whip
when you find
that the water and rice
and melon rinds you've been
under-feeding me have not decreased
the width of my hips,
the status of my stature,
the freshness of my eggs
come up here and
bait me through the eyes
dredge me through yolk
batter
sauté me in olive oil
just-just wait before you do
close your eyes-
just close your eyes for a moment.
like surprises?
>poof<
surprise!
there's a fire escape over
on this side,
moron.
Amy L. Solomon
terminus
hypocrite contradicting words
turns into blistered winter
lips
crimson
like a tide
or a blanket
hugging winter
nights
cigarettes burn
and
we all become ash
she said
splitting of the pair
brought upon by
a third
the shades of desire have been drawn
an aorta mangled
like a schizoid episode
the tears flow uncontrollably
(unemotionally?)
what do we do said she
don't know
exclamation point
a has-been princess
whirling
scenes
crystals shattered in the trees
speak nothing
cascades of tears
lead me
the prophetic dream
the indignation
resignation
queasiness
uneasiness
ill-fated unrequited dilection
lust
two crazy girls meet only as strangers
after so long after so
much
antidepressants
pulled from
the shelf
swallowed
an unfamiliar face
reflected
in the glass
WE ARE MAGNETS!
P.S. - This is a love poem & I'm frazzled
carving into my arm's blistered cortex
I'm riding the high speed-line
riding the girders
that I ride 200x a day
between two places (we're always between two places)
& can I refute torrents of torture imposed
on the syntax of a sleeping pattern
that isn't a sleeping pattern at all?
The suburb of biotechnical Bible study
was popularly misunderstood,
so there we stood,
polarized -
tepid, vexed, & befuddled.
It resounded through echelons of echo -
NO ZERO!
The ultra-caffienated screeches still reverberate
through the lattice of
our dogwood trellis in Highland Park 08902,
which is fictional in a nightmare logic
which isn't logical at all, so
viva Rancocas Woods! viva New Brunswick!
viva Philadelphia! viva West Village!
& viva no codas repeating
I present a present tense,
tense at best.
Let's emasculate the
treble clef that vexes our fissured chests,
& pretend we're perfect.
The whirligigs of
"Whoa! This is a love poem
& I am half the protagonist!"
spaz & spaz away
at your player piano's tempo.
I'm no curio,
but a dilemma.
Do you contend?
Jason Jensen
The Mosaic Poem
I ate a beatnik.
It was tasty but not sweet.
Spit out the beatnik.
