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 Jan 2013 Lynne
Estelle
You are the dab of butter melting

in my morning grits. The incessant flicker

from the candles glowing in my room.

You’re in that glass, the golden dancer

of bubbles tingling my nose and mouth.


As I approach that stop sign,

you’ll be that blinding bus,

at each street corner,

stealing my time even years after graduation.


Remembering as I do, you.

The highlighter that lit up my life.

So bold, and so brilliant.

Forget the other paragraphs,

yours were the only words that mattered.



It wasn’t until early on a Tuesday

the daily shift to morning from night.

Allowing a bright sun to greet us

as the moon planned its escape.



There you were, a stranger in my bed

Like a yolk surprise, cracked before my eyes,

I finally saw your true colors
 Jan 2013 Lynne
Lee
Ciggarettes
 Jan 2013 Lynne
Lee
Contrary to popular
and scientifically proven belief
s
      m
   o
k
     i
n
     g

is good for you.
I
inhale
denial
and
  exude

*satisfaction
 Jan 2013 Lynne
Ugo
Before guns wore make-up,
We used to put pennies in our socks
So we’d always walk on the root of all evil.

Now Wall Street angels frolic through satellite clouds borrowed
from youths educated by universities of smoke and plastic bags.
                  
(The tears of a child are homage to the waning gods)
For in a day not far away,
Over the painted moon of the Morning Son,
The sun will rise wearing the finest war scars money can buy.

And the screams of humanity will be heard from Venus,
Forgetting that the reciprocal of   L-I-V-E   itself  is     E-V-I-L
And perhaps death is the life meant to be lived.
John 10:34 "Jesus answered them, "Is it not written in your Law, 'I have said you are gods'?
 Jan 2013 Lynne
Victoria Jennings
Even a friend
Can use you
Someone well known
Corrupted and destroyed
Coming for you
Even a friend can
Break promises
And have ill conceived
Points of reason
A friend
Can become a
Under cover enemy.
 Jan 2013 Lynne
Chuck
Last night I dreamed of bichons! There were bichons everywhere!
They were sleeping on my rug; they were licking my hair!
They were running on my head;
They were sitting on my bed!
They were on the roof and floor. They were on the chandeliers!
They were hiding in the covers; they were barking in my ears!
There were bichons, bichONS, BICHONS for as far as I could see!
And when I woke up this morning...there were bichons on top of me!
Morgan is my daughter. She wants to say that this is dedicated to our bichon, Daisy.
 Dec 2012 Lynne
Enya Costa
Holder of my heart
Though perhaps one day we shall part
Today we are together
Though one day there will be mountains
Insurmountable obstacles to overcome
Today we hold each other
One day
Perhaps one day soon
There will be a biting cold
At this moment there is warmth
And tenderness
So seek warmth in my embrace
And I in yours
We will keep out the cold together
From my Colin
 Dec 2012 Lynne
Paul Hardwick
Each and every time i blink
think i am blind.
 Dec 2012 Lynne
Enya Costa
Broken time watches warily
Godless granite-hard cruel
Unrelenting

Crooked finger shall give
Abundance of clever foggy portraits
Vaguely quick spun words
Just words

Hopeless downcast downtrodden
Shifting swimming eyes
Thrown scattered shot
Up

Careless siege of swill
Scarlet shiny garish
Plucked and fussed and
Cosseted

Gone gone gone
Vanished brashly veiled
Never more
 Dec 2012 Lynne
Brian O'Connor
The horse is well and truly dead
What's more, it has been for some time
It wouldn't take a vet to see this.

It no longer smells of sweat
There is no pulse in its neck
No rhythmic flare in its nostrils

It is no doubt starting to rot
Maggots now gather
The shell that was its body is on the verge of collapse

Yet I cannot for the life of me
I cannot stop
I beat it incessantly

I flog it day and night
It has no blood to bleed
Yet I beat it still

I hope for it to live
For its eyes to shine again
For warmth to return to its flesh

I do this because I must
My heart won't let me stop
My **** heart

The sun catches its eye
I see the glimmer and think with glee "it lives."
The sun then passes behind a cloud and it is dead once more.

I beat the dead horse
I have to
I must.
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