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 Nov 2013 Sol
Laurel Elizabeth
He is my least favorite vegetable.
                                                   
                       No amount or level of preparation makes him taste better:
Boiling-
brings out his bulbous, insipid ego
the texture of his flamboyant ignorance.

when I timorously sip him in soups or broths,
his oozing insidious misogyny
contaminates my blissful dining, contorts any ingredients still pure.

I fry him, striving to remove the  
excess of impertinence which
permeates the oxygen I feebly inhale.
but he evades my maneuvers:
usurps bliss and violates all semblance of tranquility

I cannot prevail
against the throb of his assaulting narcissism

I must instead attempt
to comment
(arduously, fraudulently)
on the delicate iridescence of his silkily mucoused membranes
and admire deftly
his indefatigable ventures to pervade my
every.
serenity.
 Nov 2013 Sol
Calvero
dysfunction
 Nov 2013 Sol
Calvero
Permanently limp
Entire dreams crushed
Never to rise up
I remain flaccid still
Loving lost
Entire dreams crushed
 Nov 2013 Sol
Bilal Kaci
Children dressed in oversized jersey's; lined with white stripes,
Are brawling in the street playing out their favorite hockey fights.
And the sidewalk was tucked in under a soft white blanket,
Memories of summer and autumn are falling out of a hole in my pocket.
The smell of fresh bagels filled the britle winter atmosphere,
And The sun blew me a kiss goodbye, for the early darkness was near.
I was choking on my burgandy nitted noose,
Turning the page to the comics, while i pulled my scarf loose,
I stopped to watch A single leaf hold on to that bold maple tree,
Taken by the wind, and into the suburban montreal esprit,
So i pried out a silver flask from my old levis jacket,
While the memories of summer and autumn fell out of a hole in my pocket.
 Nov 2013 Sol
Mia Eugenia
Clarity
It's something I lack
Because the words you placed in my palm
Are bleeding through my paper thin skin
And becoming unbearable to think about
Because I know they weren't meant for me
I'm the last one picked in dodge-ball
I'm the last one picked at heart
And I will always be a safety to people like you
Who live their life trying to impress people
Who don't matter
Because they will never care about you
And I will never lie to you
So I will never tell you that I'm fine
I just wont offer the information
You are too busy to care about
I'll give it to the people who pray
Because maybe they will be able to do something
My feeble heart could never accomplish
No matter how hard I held onto the fall leaves
That fell into my hands
As I walked down the dirt roads
that made up your last night at home
And we watched the sunset at midnight
All I wanted to do was set the world on fire
Just to see people feel the heat again
Feel something again
We get so caught up in what we can't change
Why not focus on the things you wouldn't want to change
Like the sound of waking up to light rain
Or the smell of grass in late July
Roses never bloom when they are told
But while they might not always have their beauty
They always have their thorns
And I wish i had to the strength of a rose
I wish that every time you came near me you would feel pain
But instead I welcome you in
Because there is nothing you could do
That would make me feel like
You aren't good enough for love
So until you find someone to love you
I will just keep doing it
Because I know she is out there
And I know she'd want you to be loved
So I will
I will love you for the woman I have not met
For the woman who will take you away from me
 Nov 2013 Sol
Showman
First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13
 Nov 2013 Sol
Calvero
passwords
 Nov 2013 Sol
Calvero
They're a funny thing
You choose things, a word - maybe even a person -
Who you tell yourself really matter
Then you just forget
And maybe what you think matters really just doesn't
 Nov 2013 Sol
Showman
I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.
 Nov 2013 Sol
Marshall CB Hiatt
Your smile was my everything,
The target for which I aimed,
Most lovely lips I’d ever seen,
Your body as great as name.
The jet black hair, Cloud sapphire eyes,
My treasure hunter seeked those gems,
Palpable love kept for such time,
At that moment I saw them,
I fell apart,
Pure beauty,
Hit me like a dart.
Blue moon on the sea.
-Last winter. Of a gorgeous name and blue eyes.
 Nov 2013 Sol
Nicole Fraser
Intense
 Nov 2013 Sol
Nicole Fraser
Affected by music,
In an unexplained way,
Life is brighter,
Nature is more beautiful.
The rhythm of the piano
Plays to me filling the silence,
With something so moving,
So life changing.
The word is unclear,
But I know how it feels.
It picks me up,
Shows me the light
At the end of the tunnel.
Takes me outside,
To stare at the trees
Gently swaying in the sunlight.
Classic,yet new
So...
Intense.
******* me in
And making me smile.
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