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 Jun 2014 Invocation
Kristen Lowe
I think I've washed away and all that's left of me is residue
A slippery silver lining
Of what my sadness felt like between your toes
Crunching under your steps

There are 5 steps to recovery
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in
Don't breathe anymore
All the stepping has stopped

And it's quiet on the ocean
The waves aren't crashing into the stars
The stars aren't bleeding into each other
Not as long as the winds don't move

There's a film on tips of wave tops
Thin and disappearing
All that's left is residue
I've told you time and time again
Not to run from your fear

Every time it catches up to you
(It always does, eventually)
You're so tired from all that running

And one day you'll be too tired to fight
Typed from the hands of a true hypocrite...
It's my poison plain as day
Toxic eyes, mind corrosive with thoughts
X-ray vision, still so much unseen
A lead wall called emotion bypass radiation
A sirens voice angelic deception
Lead me to peril I've been there before
In search for my Golden Fleece
Jason and the Argonauts comfort me
A ship sailed aimless as the quest
For the hand that feeds has taken its toll
Still waters boil my blood
Waves in my veins to feel
This endless adventure
My life's ordeal
Gnarled twigs, eyes of owl  .  .  .
Blood blooms from feather and fur,
  .  .  .  Flowers of the moon.
 May 2014 Invocation
Tom McCone
brush teeth with some resolve
i'm empty as always but
i'm convinced you might know
how to fix me, or at least
how to **** me. caught
word on some wind, out on the
highway, nothing matters. not
heartbreak, not mistakes. i
can't blame you for changing.

but if you are waiting, i
might alter my pace. this
could be the last first night
i feel this way, with no
means to celebrate or dissolve
into catastrophe. i'm so full
of empty so baby please
save me.                    

i can't do better but i can't
really promise i'll stay the same.
caught a bus up the one-way.
babe, all i saw was your face.
movin' out midwest or somewhere
else, just another mistake, just
another escape. doesn't matter
anyway. can't promise
things will be ok.

but maybe i could
love you, someday.
 May 2014 Invocation
Tom McCone
you can drive me anywhere you like
i won't leave you tonight
 May 2014 Invocation
Tom McCone
tonight is the first night i truly sink my teeth
into an idea
     of letting it all go
and yeah sure i've been here before
yeah sure i've put another bullet through my skull
but what good is that to you
and what good am i to you
but still i can't think at all
can't think of anyone else

with bare hands you wring my flesh loose
with cold time i repeat nothing else
and subliming frustration
with two words you broke my ventricles down

with "all yours"
don't say anything
and i could dripfeed you sugar, honey
but what good is that
and what good am i
in the middle of some other night
capturing some other set of eyes
all i've got is gasoline for a smile

but don't wait up
  don't wait for anything better to come
'cause you ain't got me yet

but if you wait up
if you wait up
i can catch you
i can catch the wind

but i can forcefeed you frigidity if you want me to leave
and i can not matter if you want me to...
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