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 Sep 2015 Nevermind
oni
my days
consist of
sitting around
waiting
for things
to get better,
while
making them
worse
 Sep 2015 Nevermind
Lane Bohman
See how dim the light in my eyes?
Shutter,
glance,
and then I'm gone.

I can taste the groan
(warrant a sigh)
Boy, lick your lips
Your soul bleeds dry.

Do you remember the times of old?
When the
wonder of the winter wind
didn't only
bring the cold?

When did you forget
the color of the sun?
**Is it so hard to recall?
dead bodies floating
in our oceans
from the Asian Pacific
to the Mediterranean

crumpled corpses lying
on our beaches
thousands drowned unknown

overcrowded detention centers
not unlike concentration camps
behind barbed wires
guarded by police and snarling dogs

nobody feels responsible

not  those who started wars
destroyed whole cities
made millions homeless
and into refugees

not those who take advantage
of the chaos for their own gain
abusing the names of their gods
or some ancient figurehead
to excuse their atrocities and greed

not those who live
in comfortable homes
and wish the desperate crowds
would just stay on the TV screen
and not come close

nor those who pretend
to be the guardians
of our great humanitarian heritage
but show no backbone
against nationalist fanatics

it is the shame of the world
to sit and talk and watch
and not do enough

those who turn away
the needy and homeless
could also
      quite suddenly
lose their homes

forced to rely
on the kindness of strangers
 Sep 2015 Nevermind
am i ee
20,
and face so smooth,
so new.
nary a line,
nary a mark.

blank and young.
an unwritten life.
so much more,
soon to come.

50, and wiser,
the years go by.
interesting trails,
travel the face.

telling of experiences,
telling of a life,
rich with joy,
rich with strife.

learning to steep,
in every moment.
however it appears,
for that shall too,
soon disappear.

studying the faces,
of myriad people,
so many passing by.

the life of each,
creating landscapes unique,
in skin and bone
and eyes and teeth.

cracks and crevices,
spots and colors,
what an,
oh so,
interesting
life.
 Sep 2015 Nevermind
am i ee
hey you,
yes you,
the strapping young lad,
with that leaf blower resting
on that shoulder pad.

why don’t you use a rake?
your hearing that blower
soon will take.

what will you do when  
alone in a room,
with that sweet lass,
when she’s moaning
as you are caressing
her beautiful ***?

your hearing so slight,
you can’t quite catch,  
the growing of her subtle delight.

you wouldn’t heed the warning,
now you can't hear her moaning.

now you are left wishing
how much you
should have,
could have,
used that silent broom.

instead of that machine,
that machine of  
your keen hearing’s
final & lasting doom.
yes, more modern suburban hell.
 Sep 2015 Nevermind
Mike Essig
The world is teeming
with those who want
somebody else.

And yet you want me.

Sometimes it happens:
you lose everything
and then wake up
in a strange, new room
full of everything
you want.

   ~mce
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