Poetry
• In Memory of Tony Scibella - S.A.
Griffin
• When I imagine love - Hillary
Kaye
• Broken Carousel - shanna
moore
• The Young Dead - Vessy
Mink
• the scum doesn’t just
float on the water - Rex Butters
In Memory of Tony
Scibella
Jesus
said:
we
must
go thru
life
as if
w
understood
it
no one
will
know
that
we don't
as
we
blunder
on
they will
listen
T.
Collage created by S.A. Griffin in
memory of Tony Scibella
that’s
Tony as the kid flying into the hands of
art
is love is god
that’s tony sparking up,
he & the Lady as one
the crowd gathered
before the act & the muse
billy holiday
sings the blues for tony
bill dailey there
w/black ace
wallace berman/steve
wilson
john
munson/johnson
a couple embraces/begin
again
*************
When
I imagine love
I see things
not
mirrored
here
something
appears
metal
knives
into
the air
out of
nothing
shimmering and
strong
where love
should
have
stood
and
didn't
– Hillary
Kaye
************
Broken
Carousel
You say only
poetry/music
can make you
cry
nay not
soooo
I saw a painting
once
that made me
cry...
It was
a
broken down Merry go
round
over
grown
and left to wonder..and
wait
for the lost childrens
laughter....
in a field of
grass...
still in me
memory
horses sunbleached
driftwood
in the grass they cant
eat..
never to ride
again
to the
music
and hugs of the
children...
–
shanna
moore
*************
The
Young Dead
Nature gave and took
away
What now is gone and doth
decay
Revenges’ shadowed hearts
display
An ode to all the
dead.
What misery inherits
shame?
That's bred by sickness in the
brain
That steals the youth unto it's
game
Just think of all who died in
vain.
You oppressor,
distressor
Maniacal undressor, you traitor
of
The youth. You’re a sheep in the
herd
But have not heard a word of
what
The people have been
sayin.
And now you condemn the sick
soldiers
Of war crimes? Who you
playin?
Your baby, War, made them do
it!
Your glory is ripe with greed
fluid.
For whose purpose and whose
dollar?
The collar on their shirts are
still
Blue, eventhough they’ve mass
murdered For you.
You king, you
oppressor
Most ancient all-knowing
coward
Come out of your
hole!
–Vessy
Mink
***********
the
scum doesn’t just float on the
water
me &
Miles
early December
morning
Venice canal
stroll
some few lights and
decorations
can’t warm the
chill
of dentist office
complex
bus terminal
homes
squeezing out character
cabanas
and old flat fade boat
bungalows
the cancer in the
canals
killing quaint
cottages
an archive of aggressive
avariciousness
and agonized architectural
anomalies
old dyed blonde
bat
big bug eyed
shades
trowels flower dirt before
towering gray bitter bank
vault
with industrial smoke stack
chimney
glass and
concrete
monument to
mundane
she
barks
“watch and
learn”
turning
topsoil
“you don’t live here, do
you?”
she
accuses
“you’re new here,
aren’t you?”
she spits through
pinched lips
here off and on for twenty five
years
I say
nothing
remember the colorful cabin
bulldozed
for her windowed parking
lot
tomb
her
squawks
learned from grunting
ducks
who seem somehow
more
human
–Rex
Butters
Posted: Tue - June 1, 2004 at 08:07 PM