Sean Banks: Favorites

May 2013 Sean Banks

Mike Hauser

This can be hard to talk about
Very difficult to say
But I'd like to tell you what I'd like
Upon my dying day

Could you throw a great big party
A wake to end all wakes
And if there's nothing nice to talk about
Just throw a few lies my way

Stand me in the corner
Prop both my hands up high
So when all my friends come in
I can both wave hello and wave bye, bye

When the parties over
Before I begin to ripe
Fold me up for easy storage
In a cool place that night

In the morning let me ride on top of the car
So I can feel that southern breeze
Before we arrive at the funeral home
Please clean the bugs out of my teeth

When you step up to my golden casket
For one final glance
Don't look past the coat and tie
Cause I wont be wearing any pants

This all sounds fine and dandy
But I have no money for my elaborate plans
So I guess just take me out back to the barbecue pit
Then flush my ashes down the can

May 2013 Sean Banks

/end

May 2013 Sean Banks

Alexis

/end

I find weakness and I seek this.
Awkward treatment,
And a past of bleakness.
You tie me up after I dance for you.
There's no blackness that this *** can't,
Rip through.
I find you charming in your soliloquies,
In fractured moments,
You're artless,
Dressed up in a talent,
So opulent.
Politically you're **** is,
Somnolent.

May 2013 Sean Banks

Spotlighteyes

May 2013 Sean Banks

Jimmy Karnidge

Spotlighteyes

Guide me, guide me.
Guide me to the home I deserve
Guide me, with your spotlighteyes
To the world I wish to live in
To the arms that need filling
To the heart that needs mending
To the one who requires me
The same one who needed others
Guide me to the home I should occupy
Guide me back to you
With your spotlighteyes

May 2013 Sean Banks

boo radley

May 2013 Sean Banks

marina

boo radley

maybe, just maybe, somebody
hollowed out the empty spaces in
the trees at crescent park
just as a secret message to me,
to remind me that it's okay
for beautiful things to feel empty.

to **** a mockingbird is boss. i can't believe it's been two years since i've read it, i really need to pick it up again.

May 2013 Sean Banks

The Sadness of A Summer Day

May 2013 Sean Banks

Reece

The Sadness of A Summer Day

Rhythmic reiterations and the rats are racing
Pacing, erasing, charging the crowds, bracing
Foul stench waving and vexed kids pacing
Sunshine suicide, the motives need tracing

Milk bottle crashes to the ground so final
Cyanide tears of men at the ******
Crying now, fears, the mother's semifinal
Poison in the veins, poisons tap spinal

Further step back, story needs explaining
Little boy weep as his father keeps caning
Crying over spilled milk, could it be staining
Tears of a boy, bent over, straining, maintaining
The composure in him is slowly draining

A life of campaigning, refraining and engaging,
Little boy sees sunlight painting, so illuminating
And a sunshine suicide is what he's entertaining

May 2013 Sean Banks

Jungle

May 2013 Sean Banks

Megan Grace

Jungle

My feet
a c h e
for streets
they haven't
yet walked
and I want
to feel
concrete on
my fingers,
catch the
breeze of a
crowd as they
cross the street.
I need to be
somewhere
too big to
get lost.

Apr 2013 Sean Banks

One last dig

Apr 2013 Sean Banks

John Edward Smallshaw

One last dig

You toss a coin
or turn a card
anyway you throw the dice
you know that life is hard
so you want to take it easy in some nice bijou apartment
but you know that 'heaven sent'
is just a figment of imagination.
Creation's just a spirograph
it makes you cry
it makes you laugh
and in the end
someone will send an 'etch a sketch' to wipe you clean.

So fetch your dream ******* in bows
tie it to the arrows of the discontent
let them fly off to our parliament
and then forget,
that we were once the future that was told
but now we're old
we are expendable.

Apr 2013 Sean Banks

Happy hang over

Apr 2013 Sean Banks

Harry J Baxter

Happy hang over

I got drunk last night
Celebrating my birthday
One friend
Hospitalized
Another almost arrested
Another sick as a dog
Another hanging out the window

The next day
Apathy struck
The will to live
All but gone
Eating ******
College cafeteria food
And discussing
Our lives,
We came to two conclusions
Our lives were bad
And that didn't matter
Because nothing matters