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 Dec 2015 Lucky Queue
Mike Hauser
As I stand firmly on the edge of the abyss
Knowing full well it has come down to this
Take a step forward, over the line
Falling forever into the recesses of time

And yet as I fall, hurtling through space,
I see threads past and present fall into place.
Wings slowly emerge as I shift focus again
And follow the threads through worlds unending

Passing by stars like a bird in mid flight
As imagination and I with strange worlds collide
Bringing to tip the entire galaxies scale
Stripping all of it bare as I pull back the veil

And yet further it expands, limitless, unbound.
Edging just from my grasp and falling around
My body, just a slip of flesh
Curled in ephemeral folds of a space time mesh

Just as quickly as it started I am back in a flash
Standing where I once stood on the abyss's edge
With the flexing of muscle and the spreading of wings
I fall into face forward to do it all over again
A collaboration with the beautiful and wonderfully talented Queue Kitty! She was the very first to greet me on my arrival to HP close to 3 years ago. We've remained friends ever since! Thank you for sharing your talent with me my dear!
 Sep 2015 Lucky Queue
Ayesha Khan
Pretty mornings and September,
A wind that blows across the land,
Takes with it the dying ember,
The fire, memories, an epoch and,

Leaves in wake some withered flowers,
Tousled hair, a transcendence,
Candy stained lips at early hours,
An aftertaste of ambivalence.
 Sep 2015 Lucky Queue
Mike Hauser
This seems to be a lifetime journey
I'm sure more than a few can relate
Doing my best in this formidable quest
In search of the perfect toothpaste

From grocery aisles to shopping malls
To mom and pop roadside stands
Standing in line at the 5 and dime
There's no corner that I haven't been

Looking for the flavor to which my teeth savor
From blue to green to red peppermint
I've tried bubblegum and for meat lovers, bacon
Even the new cinnamon no rinse

But it's not only the flavor that's concerning
It also has to do with the foam
While brushing my teeth in the morning
I look like a rabid dog on the roam

So it's back to the store in search of much more
I feel like Frodo Baggins the Hobbit
From top shelf to floor in this my Middle Earth
Until the elusive paste I have got it

Yes, my friend like you I'll keep trying
For the toothpaste that removes any doubt
But until then I'll toss them into the bin
Saved up for the day I caulk my house
 Sep 2015 Lucky Queue
caroline
i thought this, with all your weight pressed against me, that i cant stop seeing the stars and constellations in all your moles and freckles, in all the marks that make up your body.
and that i cant ever stop staring at your hands because i cant ever stop imagining all the ways you touch me with them, and that the way they grip my body is my favorite thing they can do.
and that the change of your eyes in the sunlight reminds me of the change in us, how once we were nothing more than best friends trying to figure out the world together, but here we are now kissing underneath your bedsheets.
im trying to forget everyone else and all the responsibilities we have to do, because i feel special when im with you, and i want to focus on trying to figure out what makes you, you.
the whole best friends being together was a good decision
 Sep 2015 Lucky Queue
Mike Hauser
she took a yellow cab

to disrespect

then paid the full fare

when she got there
I will bring you concord grapes,  
for you like the color of them, and I the way
your cheeks move when your mouth
is full of them  

I will cut the meat for you,
in thin slices, as razor narrow as the knife
will allow

the nurses tell me
to let you feed yourself
to gain your strength
back

but we, just you and I,
know your arms will become more flaccid
with each passing night, and no amount
of measured movement, will make
that right

I will make the soft cloth wet, warm  
and caress the dirt away, for they scrub you
like palette or canvas, painted all wrong

I will brush your hair,
a hundred strokes each eve,  
as you did, before your amber waves
turned wistful white, and your limbs
went limp

I will read you stories
of children at play, lads and lasses
who never grow gray

I will bring apples
for your wooden bowl  
but we don't dare slice them
for they are there for us to watch
to help us remember red, round things,
beginnings, in a world before this room
of endless ending
 Apr 2015 Lucky Queue
Mike Hauser
There's certain goings on
Up on Seven Acre Farm
No one seems to really know
Nor care to talk about

Guess this town round here figures
Out of sight and out of mind
But curiosity's got the best of me
And I'm jumping on that line

Been that way since my younger days
My Mama always states that as a fact
Trying to remember what they say
Bout curiosity and the cat

Round bout midnight I make my move
My only light the moon and stars
I take to the woods cause I know them and they know me good
And they always hide well where you are

When I come up on Seven Acre Farm
I can make out one dim bulb
In an upper bedroom window
Casting shadows on the wall

I could tell that something wasn't right
But not sure of what it was
That's when I decided to climb the trellis
To get a closer look

When I heard what I thought were voices
I tried myself to make no sound
I peaked up over the window sill
As the answers to my questions came about

I never did have time enough
To sound the towns alarm
If you go to look for me I'm now buried deep
Somewhere up on Seven Acre Farm
 Apr 2015 Lucky Queue
M Clement
With ode to the blue skies
and fan-fares of yesteryears

To the bitter cold realities of
Ten-plus pills per morning

I wept on the clouds of
dream-like depressions

And you, and you, and you,
You're gonna love me.
First in a while, especially on this site. I have been writing off and on for quite some time... I suppose the tradition continues.
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