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  Nov 2014 George Cheese
Ashley Browne
dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad.  And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.

*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words!  Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months.  Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
George Cheese Nov 2014
The sun is dark again,
a dull hole in a burning sky.
The world is an old black lung,
choking and drowning in itself.
One long gasp and it is over.

I take her hand and dance,
waltz right into the breach,
earth torn asunder,
open chasm swaying,
as if a jaw dislocated.
She said it was the rapture.

The masses drew blood.
A school of piranhas.
A cannibal's carnival.
Are you the hero?
Take your gun out of my mouth,
it's ruining my appetite.

(It's dripping from my chin.)
I'm writing a short story in my head, based in a Mad Max-esque apocalypse world and had the idea to write this.  Some of the lines *might* be half-remembered lines from heavy metal songs.
  Nov 2014 George Cheese
Sarah Spang
If hers is a long and lonely climb
Atop her distant perch,
His then was a lengthy trek
Across the endless earth.
Inspired by sunshine and Nickelcreek. Always means always.
I find myself at the laundromat
Working out my thighs and lats
I put 2 quarters in the slot
It makes a sound like a robot

I open the door and I am posed
With a question asking, where are my clothes?
I don't wanna look stupid so I improvise
So I start chatting it up with a couple of guys

I say
Laundry for hire, laundry for hire
I'm looking for just the right buyer
Come on in, into my dryer
Laundry for hire, laundry for hire

One fine chap quickly agrees
Though I see him shaking at the knees
I ask him kindly to take out his keys
Don't worry kiddo this will be easy

He squeezes in, packed so tightly
I close the door feeling high and mighty
The machine rolls round and round
The door opens, and he falls to the ground

I feast on his entrails, meaty and sweet
Taking in the smell of his feet
I end my meal and am satisfied
Though I do wish he was deep fried

I feel a hunger still raging on
I still wish for it to be gone

So I say,
Laundry for hire, Laundry for hire
I'm looking for just the right buyer
Come on in into my dryer
Laundry for hire laundry for hire
I wrote this in an air vent
George Cheese Oct 2014
My soul is a maelstrom
How dare you maim my son.

You’ll choke on my sea
My beasts will eat your heart.

I am god of the depths
You are fragile meat.
In the context of Homer's 'Odyssey'.
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