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  Apr 2019 Medusa
Nat Lipstadt
You seem to know where you're needed


to whom this command addressed is a crazy me-man,
a street walking big DaVinci ibearded mumbler,
the kind you would cross the street
before the smell is close enough
to sending you running, not just
politely walking fast but a souped up
hi-yo silver away!

this guise no surprise,
you must and do
already know where I’m needed,
sealing the pact with a yellowtine post-it
writ in simple block letters ordered in a brewed cafe,
my latte arrive states my name as


come see me

come to the time the place and the date

and prepare oneself for twenty and fours
of rigid interoperability as our systems
interface reach the pure state of 100%
ultimate wordless dialogue

communicating
in with by
perfect silence
heaven

you will write a verse,
my reciprocation
is already prepared

this terse repartee
will many spawn poems generational
for your family amazing and extended

an elephnat never forgets,
his servers are a rolling stone
with no direction home,
capacity unknown
every blade sighted retained,
and every sensate glance
a phrase seeded

departure will find me clean shaven,
pressed jeans neat,
and shod in well worn dockers,
cloaking my innate invisibility

when the children ask who was that,
you’ll sage reply

one new who knew where one was needed
April  8  4/6/nought nineteen
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  Apr 2019 Medusa
Abraham Esang
Since she was conceived on a homestead,

she wanted to speak cow,

particularly when they lay

in daylight on the *****

beyond the oil well.


At that point she wanted to talk wild rose,

the one that developed beneath the horse shelter,

it appeared to address her

of everything she couldn't yet have

or know, yet she proved unable

to address it, even of it, for a considerable length of years.


At that point she want to speak plantation

where pears turned the ground gold,

where yellow coats swarmed,

where she couldn't go alone.

A long time later, markets were more secure,

she overlooked this one.


Others she always remember—the lake

with its trim edge of *******, the foot

prints of cows and steeds along the edge

making a kind of writing.


The roughage that clung to her dad

and siblings, following into their sweat

as they worked in August

to bring it into the horse shelter,

where notes of it hung

in that house of God.


Also, the magic her mom worked

with peaches, tomatoes, green beans,

how her little hands turned them

always delightful—sparkling in the basement,

glowing on the dinner table

Listen, the world stated,

Listen !
  Apr 2019 Medusa
Abraham Esang
In looking at adoring you, I think about homicide. think about your gun

of a mouth, jaw long and smoking. when I ask you how to be beautiful for you,

you recommend ******. shield it. consider a dead lady the least vain.

in looking at cherishing men, my mom recommends adoring a blade

first. learn if sharpness can be a decent dad, if a cutting edge can make kissy faces.

each lady needs a man, few need a decent blade. I name my kitchen an affection

war. search for you in the cutting cabinet. search for you in my razor. make a sentiment

out of scratching. I have no mysteries for first dates. simply continuing slashing. put his edge

to your neck. he will give you a chance to drain first (no,​ ​after​ ​you​). furthermore, this is the reason I leave

what's more, return. I know I'm a lady, by the manner in which I take war. by the manner in which I let weapons

give me kids, even cut and fixed. by the manner in which our affection is squeezing the injury.
Affection can be real, but harshness exist in every man.
Don't allow a man use you for sacrifice.
Medusa Apr 2019
Here we sit
Awake on a breathing wave
Of electricity running between us
Powering this sad country
Onwards and up
Time for another adventure

Nobody would blame us if
We just ducked out for a  few
Years in some safer idea

I see us wandering about
Inside our heads
Afraid to return home

Everybody knows who
& why, but it's getting
Dark out here
Medusa Apr 2019
"******. Will I never be rid of that infernal woman?"  ****** snarled.

"Now, now, Mister ******. Mistress Medusa is only lookin' out for you. After all, you're only flesh and blood."

"And she's a primordial cosmic force. I get it."

Another sun sets on our lovers as the gods laugh. Y'all know how they love a good laugh.


"Ridiculum" copyright Johnny Noir and A. Wild 2018
"Ridiculum" copyright Johnny Noir and A. Wild
  Apr 2019 Medusa
Johnny Noiπ
Go into the eyes of the red heart,
Removing the dawn of factory
competition; a delicate bureaucracy
or a moment of collapse every
day passing through a great sense
of thought that is hard to break.
Forget about cultivating yourself
in smart living demons. Waves
break the waves. I love the hearts
of the girls; the joy of the heart
begins to melt and feels comfortable
hoping to start the test price
in a short time when someone
dies in the hands of the dead;
the little basin and the wars worry
me. Clean up ideas that end
up in a blue liquid: The Drunks
think and supply soybean oil,
milk, meat and steaks, and every
paper is called poor poet
by Poseidon.
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