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 Mar 2013 brea
Lendon Partain
Gripping dripping smearing love.
Over your eyes!!!
Over your ovaries, where babies, your clutch.

There's no time to nest,
Resist!
Resist
,
be the diode, resistor to heart plunge.
Plug up the sewer.
(more like a catacomb)
My heart's in the ****** cake.
The smell, Cytotoxic invades chemical response conformation.

We; bitten, by fangs of silicon,
the world takes us away from ivy
grown homes,
torn then seamed up jack o' lanterns always smiling orange.

Have you ever grown up from being 11?
It's the saddest thing you've seen.
You see a fledgling,
altricial,
awkward,
gawk/****,
turn from a boy
to a lady.

Plump. Or . Musculate.

Slowly they regenerate their lady parts.
Regardless of gender.

Have you seen them bleed?
Some bleed white tears that burn the urethra.
Some, never grow up.
Transmogrified they call it.
Never to be beautiful again.
Angst entangles, ensues, makes doubt
pubescence is for flowers and hairs.
Namesake.
5th Grade.

Curious formation, curious nature
It's as if we are stalagmites of the future,
We decorate walls or cave ceilings to perform our correct action.
Too bad our self image is always garbled, confused by our refraction.

NEVER GRADUATE COLLEGE.
 Mar 2013 brea
Ochiogu Kevin
The church said,
Darkness and light
Comprehend not.
A pastor told me,
Oh ……how darkness
By the rising sun dispel.
Then what is
Dawn and dusk?
But a comprehension
Between darkness and light.
About the sun,
What happens when it sets?
Who dispelled who?
 Mar 2013 brea
Nathaniel Cyser
A thumbtack to the heart,
a momentary migraine,
suffocation in a hiccup.

Every few hours
my body sends a  meager glimpse
of what's in store.


But smoke
is a fine pesticide.



And the weather is nice



just ask the mosquitoes.
 Mar 2013 brea
Ann Beaver
Balance.
Heel-toe-heel-toe,
**** it
in,
chin up,
shoulders back.
These relentless echoes
resound through caves.
Waves:
certain frequencies.
Sine.
Cosine.
Tangents
I go on to avoid
your melting gaze,
your sand figurine
sifting swiftly through my palms.
 Mar 2013 brea
kenye
Summoning a Spring time synchronicity
The Goddess Archetype
Submitting at nature's feet
Resonating the ground
Shaking the Earth for the divine crown
To grace me with her presence
She'll embrace my transgressions
Wrapped around and tethered out
from my sacral region

My Princess almost got you beat
But she was always in another castle
Leaving notes
warning me of the ghosts
that'll chase me down when I'm distracted
It was always about the journey
so she left me with the gift of permanent flight
My imagination took it and ran with it
To the ascensions

The haunting happenstance
of the girl of my dreams
Teetering on the edge of sleep
We met halfway at fatigue
Waking up on the shores of her subconscious
Or was it mine?
Here's to shared consciousness

Pouring my heart out
into an empty glass house
Half-filled after I built it for her
The rest of the emptiness subsides
She found safety here
So she locked her totem away
Replacing her sanity
with a vacancy sign

A simple idea planted
but never manifested
Until it tore her soul out
It was her on the ledge of some building
begging me to jump with her
Shared freefall
Like we're still dreaming to wake up
and let reality's lie wash over us
She's slipping

She's caught up in mystery
There was always something about her
The way of the cliche and how it magnetizes
Pulling my insides out
Projecting my other half.
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