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 Jul 2013 Sarah Writes
Madelin
I shaved my head
the dead protein I suffered small talk
to stripe and style and now it shines
just like the rest of theirs,
the scalps of would-be conquistadors,
made into saggy stocking caps.
I tattooed my neck
with a dotted line
and 'cut here' in cheerful Comic Sans.
They kept the bottom part.
I took my extra bits
and slid them across the table in case someone needed them.
They slid them back--
but my left kidney won Best in Show
And my right lung was an honorable mention.
I sewed the ribbons to my chest.
what do i have to say
to keep the zebra stripes
from falling off and leaving only white?

what do i have to do
to keep the herd of restless rhino
from stampeding you?

what do i have to be
to get the giraffe to come and eat
from our acacia tree?

peace is less than me
and more than you
but we are almost free
Looking at her in the rear-view
mirror; the hero never looks back
at the explosion; the destruction
of ***** because, honestly, everyone
wants to ***** and ***** and *****.

Her edifice crumbled to the ground
like so many great empires. She thought
her romance was Rome; I put roam in romance
and like Nero, I played music while her cities
burned.
© July 16th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
My family doctor suggested bed rest.
If that was a statement rather than a suggestion,
I wouldn't know, because the redundancy of those
two words was enough to keep me idle,
awake, agitated for days.

It was around the time he carefully
scribbled his script onto the blue pad
that I began to chuckle. This prefixed
prescript was only a temporary solution
that was barely legible. Whether or not
a scribe in this profession is meant to
be as erratic as nomadic cavern canvas,
it speaks volumes that the DSM IV considers
substantial. Until a once thought preconceived
notion becomes precedent in the ongoing
sought after expansion of knowledge.

A continuation of disorder and disease,
the facts and fallacies,
all become testing.
The standard practice is only as strong
as its weakest hypothesis.
More so when it becomes general practice.
I would like to believe
this to be an emergency,
but the white-coat before me
felt the need to sidetrack,
and thought it appropriate to mention
youth in Asia.

The deadpan humor
was disconcerting.
But not as unnerving
as the redundancies that
were given to me as a solution
for my sporadic sleep.

Some insurance!
Reassure me, doctor!
So, he did,
through his proclivity
for pharmaceuticals.
The streams have set themselves
We watch the sky close down for business
I stressed to you clearly my anxious tendencies
And you still trembled beneath me, acting empty!
You stroke your hair like you have nothing else to hold on to
When my clothes lay openly by your door
And I hold the stub of a cigarette tightly looking for a reason to let you back in bed
After the heavy drinking
I want to hide the stories of my past somewhere where I don't sleep
I want you to just remember how close we used to be
Before you lost my loyalty and I lost your respect

Some part of my frame of being has me still pouring a lot of desire into you
I hold on to my lucidity in dreaming to have my time with you
When you won't even answer me when I simply ask you how you've been
I knowingly continue just loving you in my dreams, knowing that if I wake up you'll be back to hating me
After all the growing I have done, I can't drown out those stupid words and wishes
You'll never be the person I met when I was years lonelier and angrier and crazier
I can never make it up to you, I don't intend to see you as a friend
I tend to see you as the person who was the end of me
I have shed skins over months and nails and hair follicles have followed me down roads
That I stumbled drunkenly with my empty bottle of *****
From Nevada City to Penn Valley, alive finally, openly screaming for the world
To come take me for the last ride, hoping for the car to hit me
Discovering a pack of cigarettes left in a parking lot, covered and unspoiled by rain water

You see I could never ask for a curse because the point was to get a blessing in disguise
I needed to see the light at the end of the tunnel and know it wasn't headlights
I needed this anger and this pain, I needed to hurt you, to change you, to help you grow
It was so I was out of there, you split me open so I could pick up the pieces
And though I will probably never even get that cup of coffee you sort-of half-way didn't really offer,
I still miss you. So I'll just pick up the glass and keep mending the mirror
Because I'll never mend the fences with you
And that's fine, my reflection is enough for me, the reflection of you that you saw in me...
It's my subconscious vision of who you still are to me.
The love I can see in my hellish, haunting, harrowing, narrowing, beautiful sunbathing with you nightmares
 May 2013 Sarah Writes
LDuler
Blanche
Perched high upon a gaudy throne
In her faded dream kingdom
Where everything is soft
And glimmers and glows
Where brutal reality is hidden
By soft colors, the colors of jasmine
And butterfly wings
Her singing
Weary and strained
Like a dying star
Turning the trick
She dons such deliberate disguises
White satin, a paper lantern
Oh Blanche
Purely corrupted
Lighting ****** candles
To hide the stains
And with wide-eyed laughter,
Uttering naivetés
Dropping virginal lies like pearls from a necklace
Clinging to hope
To unheard prayers, unseen supplications
Her restless eyes
Begging for mercy
And wandering aimlessly
Through rainy afternoons in New Orleans
Her lips whisper a battle cry
I don't want realism. I want magic
I tell what ought to be the truth

Truth is sin
Verity and naked bulbs be ******
The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea.
 May 2013 Sarah Writes
Jon Tobias
I am falling
No
I am about to fall

There are instructions in my hand
something about landing safely
Something about floating
Not flying

I do not know who has decided this for me
There are tools in my hands
I am expected to build a kite in the freefall I think

Somone pushes me
If I land safely then she will love me
this is dream truth

I am a kite now
I let my string drag along the surface of the earth

Reel me in as I pass by
Or don't

I don't care
I can't fly
But I can't fall anymore either
It is 11 am. I am still drunk. This is a dream I had. I feel lost today.
 May 2013 Sarah Writes
K
Life with the Ponds

There was a girl

that I knew for years

When young, she was strong

And had little fears.

When older, she engaged

to a man with such glory.

But she waited so long

to tell me of Rory.

Then we started, with time,

to bring him along.

And in less than a minute,

her Rory was gone.

He vanished from time

and Amy forgot.

While, as my curse,

I sadly did not.

But then with a bang,

the boy did return,

when he was desperately needed,

when life wouldn't burn.

A brave soldier he was

with little to no fears.

He sat there with Amy

for 2,000 years.

Then we saved the world.

Reset, it would be,

but, in return,

it would lose me.

On my way back

through the turning of time,

I took notice

of this cursed life of mine.

Soon through the flashback,

which showed little glory,

I stopped in my path

to tell Amy a story.

It brought me back

into the world.

In time for a wedding

of a boy and a girl.

I had a calling

from the groom's bride.

"Oh Doctor, my doctor,

you cannot hide

You're not imagined,

you are so real.

Come back through the crack

so that it can heal."

And soon I did

as the wind blew

I arrived in a tux,

and brought something blue.

After awhile,

we set off again

Me, happy as ever,

with my two best friends.

And, after that,

It didn't take long

til we went to war,

til they had River Song.

Her life was confusing,

and converged into mine

I didn't realize

she was a lady of time.

When young, she was stolen.

Being trained, was she.

All of that work

just to **** me.

She almost succeeded

but it wasn't too late.

She gave me her lives.

She'd never regenerate.

Later, we'd marry,

when I was to die.

That's what earth needed

to move forward in time.

But yet I survived

in a robot of me

"Oh, clever Doctor,

how could this be?"

I know it confuses,

but one must not know.

It could fill up your brain

so much it might blow.

Now, on with the story,

it's soon to end.

I do not like it,

but it's hard to pretend.

We found Dinosaurs, cowboys,

we held the power of three,

but then came the angels.

They took them from me.

My sweet little pond,

and one of her boys.

I was so broken.

I lost all my poise.

Before all of this,

we ran, and we ran

But now there's no running

"Goodbye, Raggedy Man.
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