Although my height has not grown in years, with every day that I grow older, with each experience, I feel farther and farther away from the ground - head racing towards the clouds, yet body still somehow planted on foreign land.

                           *-lf-

How beautiful and delicate
how balanced was the world
then the idiot monkeys came along
done their utmost to make Earth hell

They are choking the seas with plastic
killing indiscriminately other species
till one day there will be none
how majestic this gesture

Most don't care about each other
some are wicked and full of lies
so let our other mothers sun
give terror from the skies

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

(Summer 2014)


In the room where a fan waves at me
Screaming!
The night comes in tired and sweaty
Nothing but a dull moment
Dressed naked and inconsolable
And walking all over me
Grinning

If I could only measure
The thickness of time
Like dust rising every minute
From one's own flesh
Waiting to be lifted
Dead of the night
Ruled by zombies
Reanimates
Night after night

Here I am
Time has caught up
Departing dreams
Was once dense
Bounded chances letting go
Waiting for next return

Streams of hope
Lightly drifting apart
Or hollow dreams
Staring at me with an evil eye
Looking back through you
As you slowly thin out
Until something comes along....

Tonight
I tried holding you around my arms
But you have turned against me
As I leave the room
Reality comes back
There!
Click clack click clack tipity tap....

My days keep passing
Right on by unnoticed
Unhindered in any way
By my ineffective
Inconsequential
And wholly insignificant
Dull gaze
Only moments
Those are all I see
Not the hours
Nor the days nor the
Meaningless long weeks
They never mean near as much to me
As those moments that always onwards flee.

i watch the little red seatbelt sign
flicker off
the man next to me is asleep
he has a british accent
and smells like hotel soap
my ears pop
and i look at the clouds
funny how clouds no longer seem
so solid when you get so close to them
(i guess people are like that, too)
a lady in a polyester red blazer
brings me ****** coffee and smiles
i don't think she wants to be here
i smile back
its just me
hotel soap guy (now snoring loudly)
my notebook
and the clouds
this 53 minute flight
is much too short
and i don't want to come down

Held up a rose
pointed a pistol
at her furled head
curled head                    
said your honey
or your wife
she just blooming
laughed
I shot her petals
to smithereens
that’ll learn ’er
a rose like any
other dame
is just a
***** in disguise




Trish Lambert
A throw together.
2012,
After being given the first line.