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 Jul 2014 Racquel Davis
Jack
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“Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets”



Dragging the soul of a contender

who painted crooked lines and dotted futures

Spinning lies on the edges of gossamer wings,

then lickin her lips, black as night patterned velvet

while tracing underground sidewalks in glittered graffiti

and menu’d offerings


“Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat”



Digging in the pockets of her intended victims,

tossing lint to the curb in puddles of drool

Singing in a voice louder than her grumbling stomach

now exposed to the harsh winter of tomorrow

as foot soldier scarves in drab green

wrap her twisting ankles from the cold



“Went to the Apollo”



Standing in a long line for a ticket

to this sold out show, basking in the marquee lights

Collecting auditions from drifters

and finding her melody in a passing taxi,

yellow as her checkered present,

ignoring her cries to be ridden



“You should have seen him go go go”



Exhaust fumes mixed with knock off Channel #5

and scraping stiletto heels sparking on the emotions

of an ill fitting t-shirt with Lou Reed’s face stretched

to the limits of her darkly carved wild side,

she falls in line, fourth from the right

as metronome earrings sway in rhythm



“and the colored girls sing…”
Mie Takuye Oyasin
A Poem by Eclipsing Moon-blood red


we are all related in NA sioux language.transcendental look at relationships...



Words of the creation, softly ,jaggedly, tumbled from my mouth...



Blindingly Lit by the Cosmotic forces, thunderingly struck ...





As a two headed drum of goatskin, beats the primal rhythm...



Twump...pa Thump...resoundingly beckoning all spirit matter to proclaim....



I am worthy ...We are worthy ..We are all related in creation..

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 Jul 2014 Racquel Davis
JJ Hutton
sip
the coffee was cold.
a day old.
i heated it.
poured it.
fought through it.

put on a b-film.
something about crap
films made our lives
feel more fulfilling.

we laughed.
exposed every flaw.
we held hands.
snuck
loving glances.

i have to wake up in three
hours, but all i can think
is life is luck,
even for the dumbest of us,
when you tell your
eyes to open up.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
Hearing someone you thought was a friend of yours say,
"Women can totally look to get *****".
Then you scratch one friend off the list.
To put it quite simply; it hurts.
I can't write like you do
I can't really compose
Grace has always eluded me
In movement and in prose

You write of such big things
But they are still all the same
Me? I can't really toy
With ideas so insane

I'm not a professional wordsmith
My art hasn't been trained
When I write, the words flow easy
Unabashed and Untamed

You and your words are sculpted
Precisely, with finesse
But with a subdued gloss and lack luster
So twisted so suppressed

And now I see my dear self
Finally in a clear way
Not in my movements or in the glass
but on my inked page

So if you ask me, dear self
Which cage do I choose?
I'd choose my dented brass one
Instead of your golden noose.
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