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 Jan 2013 Caety Lanel
Jeremy Duff
Looking past Gilman St.
and looking across the
Bay to the indescribable
beauty of winter's hold
on San Francisco, I
couldn't help but
think of the world I
had forsaken to come
here and the troubled
life I will soon be leading.
Free of any masters, free
of God, free of judgement.

This old VW van is full
of smoke, full of hope,
and also full of memories.
And as I recall this we drive
past a small accident. Only
a fender ****** but there
still is a woman crying
in the rain. I imagine she
is not crying because of
her baby's health, which
appears to be fine, but
because of the hand she'll
to dip into the college funds
that she set up for her
daughter to pay for
the damaged. Not the
damages on her car,
she can live with those,
but the damages on the
2012 Ford Focus she
bumped into.

And I imagine that 16
years from now when
the now a baby girl
applies to Berkeley
and gets in her mother
will have to tell her that
although she got in, their
is no way they will be
able to afford to send her
there. The daughter says
I know mom, its more of
a pride thing. The mother will
then remember how she had
said nearly the same thing
to the daughter's father as she
kicked him out.

Later that night, she will
drink half of a fifth of *****
and take seven 200mg Vicodin.
She will not write a note. Just
as she will not wake up.

Berkeley will give her daughter
a full ride scholarship. Not because
she is the most qualified student.
Its more of a pride thing, they won't say.
I drive myself to the edges of town,
hoping I can find solace
in not being able to see the lines on the road
through the rain
I drive people mad
hoping I can seek gratitude
in the capacity of kindness I find
when I am lonesome.

as I sit in a ****** café,
instead finding solace and gratitude
at the bottom of the best **** tea I've ever had,
I find both my gas tank
and my desire for human intimacy
are on reserve
and I can't afford to fill up either.
i wear my starry night socks
whenever i need a little reminder
that the most brilliant people
can be stark staring mad
and still be appreciated

i've been wearing them
a lot lately.
 Dec 2012 Caety Lanel
Essie
Talk
 Dec 2012 Caety Lanel
Essie
You should talk about it.

no, i shouldn't.

Talking will make you feel better.

no, it won't.

Don't hold it all inside, talk.

i don't want to.

You want to feel better right?

Get better?

yes.

yes.

So, talk.

no.

Why?

because i did. a lot.

with tears. and tissues.

to stony faces, and scribbling pens.

cold tiles. hard leather chairs.

and nothing changed. happened.

i'm done talking.

i don't need to talk to heal.

there comes a time

when the talking can stop.

the probing eyes,

the prim smiles.

do you want healing

or festering.

can we just sit?
 Dec 2012 Caety Lanel
Sheena S
I don’t want to have to rhyme all the
time.
***** this.

“Ah”, you say. “The makings of modern
poetry.”

A hundred ways to think of it, and not
one of them true.

You know what?
*******.
if only you would open your eyes,
if only you realized that my love for you is real.
if only you knew how much you mean!
if only i could get love the way i give it.
if only i could be positve and tell everyone this!
If only you would knew my past and how i use it
if only you knew how much i think about you
see but you dont do you?
your just like the rest why get my hopes up?
 Dec 2012 Caety Lanel
Jesse
Empty, lonely streets
Comforted by evening mist
And cold Autumn rain
 Dec 2012 Caety Lanel
Wang Wei
Wingceltis goldenrain shine empty bend
Fresh and green ripple ripples ripples
Secret enter Shang hill road
Woodcutter not able know


Wingceltis and goldenrain shine at the empty bend,
Fresh and green, rippling ever onward.
A secret road leads up to Shangshan hill,
Even the woodcutter does not know.
.           think about free expression
                    |          |                   \
 ­                   |          |                  must it have
                    |          |                            ­  |
                    |            \                          f­orm(?)
                    |              -----Does it-----/        \
                    |                      /                      (or rather instill)
                    |                    allow          ­      /
                  blanketed            |                  |
    ­                                          |-------------- meaning in---------------birdsong
                                       ­       |                                \                        ­|
                                              \                ­                |        and long lost dreams
                                                ---------­--------------  US



                                      Find your muse in the autumn air
                                                        And fly
Copyright Eric Whittier Oct 2010
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