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 Feb 2014 Lili
mark john junor
his baby blue buick
and ten gallon cowboy hat
made him the lonesome rodeo star
of Nantucket beach
but it was when he would sit by
the Charles River and play his banjo
for all the kind folk walking in the
summer sunshine hand in hand
walking neath the sycamores
and laughin sweet and free
that boy really shone true and beautiful
his played that banjo like it was part of his soul
it played him like it was alive
together they made such a lonesome sweet sound
that'd chill the hardest heart
he would sing till the summer moon had run its
trail chased by the stars in innocent game
he sang of the girl who had stole his heart
gone to Vegas or some such to be a showgirl
and live the bright lights and cheers
he sang of his mamma who cried for her wayward boy
he sang for the pretty girls
sunning themselves there by the banks of the Charles River
sweet sweet songs carefree and lovin
as he should be
he's there still
if you listen real close to that gentle stirring sound
of the trees in summer breeze
you can hear him sing you a sweet song
just to see you smile
 Feb 2014 Lili
Chuck
Uniform
 Feb 2014 Lili
Chuck
You are my uniform
You give me confidence
You make me look sophisticated
Professional, and sovereign
I sport you with pride

At the end of the day
I crumple you into a ball
And toss you in the hamper
A new uniform awaits
Pressed in the closest
 Dec 2013 Lili
Bailey Morse
Do you fear the
Pouring out of all you are
Like I fear your use
Of alcohol?
As if you don't want the world
To know that all you are
Is broken promises and hard liquor
That you've deemed more important than me.
Seeing is believing.
Do you fear the sight of stains?

Light another cigarette, darling.
Do you dare?
Or are you subconsciously aware
That I identify as a child's book
Of magic tricks?
We all know things disappear
Behind layers of smoke.
People  do  too.

I am not here because you need me,
I am here because I fell in love
With a boy that has big blue eyes
Like longing skies
And a thorn in his side.
I thought if I could pull it out
I could somehow make a home for myself
In the spot where it used to be.
Open the windows, let he fresh air
Clean out your wounds, but
You are made of stone and that thorn
Is a sword and I've become so malnourished
That I cannot pull it out.
I'm not sure it would make a difference
If I could.
 Sep 2013 Lili
PK Wakefield
Untitled
 Sep 2013 Lili
PK Wakefield
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 Jul 2013 Lili
September
My fingers are just
a concept.
My mind,
a theory.



(my skin:
papyrus)
 Jul 2013 Lili
jdmaraccini
Something strange in the air flashed silver and red,
I jumped as a plane flew towards our building.
At that moment time moved in slow motion,
faces in the pilots' window looked unwilling.
I saw a man with arms widespread,
and another with hands in prayer.
Then the sober reality that everyone near me,
including myself, would soon be dead.
At that moment I felt no emotion
then everything sped up like a silent movie.
First I was jolted by a massive explosion,
then a ball of fire, and an ear-crushing scream.
The room ignited into a kaleidoscope painting,
then all I could remember was falling to my knees,
then dropping like a rock through chaos and commotion,
a flash of red light, then everything turned green.

Darkness
terrible darkness
I could feel no more,
I could not hear or see,
all I saw was blackness,
I could barely breathe.
Every breath was painful,
so very painful.
I am slipping into a dream,
no matter how hard I try
I can not speak,
I could only listen
to the faint sound,
the faint sound
of my last
heartbeat.
© JDMaraccini 2013
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