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 Oct 2016 Timothy H
Wibonacci
The song of midnight cried out
and from that day on, I've truly…
After the twilight turned a translucent
red
the stars lay in the sky and played their
twinkling sounds

Without even being told to be more open
already my tears brought my feelings
along
and became a small sea at my feet

The sky doesn't move, it's just the sun
that comes and goes
The ground doesn't move, it's just you
who walk upon it

The song of midnight cried out
I truly hate being alone more than
anything
and from that day on, I learned the hard
way of what was important

Ah, all I need is being able to scoop up
happiness with a tiny spoon
so long as I have someone to share it
with

The days I pretended to be strong come
back to me
It’s like showing my guts in glasswork, a
fleeting dream
Throwing purity around is scary
We’ve all pretended we’ve had it at one
point in this opaque world we live in

I walked, dragging a heavy freedom heaviness
along
When the farewell came, it looked like
the sky was leaving
The rain of goodbye muttered, and my
umbrella was open
And now opened kindness will always be
in my chest

I haven’t given up on the hope that we
will meet again
I made a promise to the people who sleep
with stardust on their beds
It was only a matter of showing some
kinds
to the boys hugging their knees in the
season-less town
but even so…
Those children, so sensitive to the cold,
gaze upon the stars.

Even if I were to be erased by the sun's
radiance. I've lived
 Sep 2016 Timothy H
Doug Potter
Eva comes home from work to where there are many flies
and slaps my brother side-headed because he left the back
door open,  she is bovine heavy and limps to close it.  We eat

Chef Boyardee Spaghetti and it is soothing like peanut butter
fudge or Pepsi-Cola.  Eva says do the dishes up boys,  goes
to bed and cries.  Me and brother go to sleep and I dream

of a burning house.
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