Poetry
• Neon - Hillary
Kaye
• Jill and the Beanstalk - Hal
Bogotch
• partake -
shanna
• Trees of the Urban Forest -
C.V. Beck
• he's coming for our
children - Rex Butters
• Them Ol'
Summer Solstice Blues - Vaughn
Marlowe
• Another Way to Protest -
Milton Takei
• Rainbow monsters -
Elise, age 4
• INCarceration, Inc. -
Theresa Hulme
• The meaning of Life -
Kurt Vonnegut
Neon
by
Hillary Kaye
In a world covered in
neon
In a world covered in
poisons
In a world fit for
war
In a world fit for
burning
In a world fit for
love
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JILL
AND THE BEANSTALK
Jack plunges in.
Soon he is in, way over his head.
Jill is in the know.
Jill knows how to make it grow.
Jill lives from hand to
mouth.
Every cool night, Jill heads south.
Jack really plants that stalk.
Jill is out to get Jack off.
The two of them entwine at night.
Jill feels Jack, Jack feels right.
Jill parts east and west her
roots.
Jack sinks deep, tender shoots.
Jill shows curves, hills and mounds.
Jack digs in, between the rounds.
Droplets form, moist and
warm.
Jack keeps calm, before the storm.
Jill is fire, breath and heat.
Jack is a pillar, missile-sweet.
Jack goes down, Jill is up for air.
Jack stays up, to part her hair.
Jill wants Jack, every inch.
The stalk fits like a glove, a cinch.
A pastoral dream, holy cow!
Jill the furrow, Jack the plow.
Move to the rhythm of the stars.
Jack on Venus, Jill on Mars.
A little death, then blood runs cold.
And so my ribald tale is
told.
-- H A L B O G O T C
H
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partake
first
signs
of the oncoming
storm
wind pushing
up
white
stallions
galloping
across
the
horizon
waves
crashing
on the black sand
beach
turquoise and
white
a salty
mist
of rainbow
droplets
healing mankinds
illnesses
salt the universal
cure
breathe
in
partake of such
gifts
before the
storm
–shanna
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TREES
OF THE URBAN FOREST
When I stand at
the kitchen window--
looking out -- I
can’t EVEN SEE
the cars on Lake Street
BECAUSE
of the
trees--
now that GREEN IS
HAPPENING
At night, I hardly can see
the lites
of the cars and I can’t HEAR
THEM
EITHER!
(Heh-heh-heh)
Another
reason to love garden apartments--
whether
you hate them, or not!
(Hee-hee-hee!) Better
look again...
Staying put -- because UR
still ‘fraid of R trybe--
waiting for
y’all to catch up...(as you know, we were ahead of our time then and ahead
of our time now still)...
We’re
still here, us and the trees
C.V.
Beck
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he’s
coming for our children
By Rex
Butters
he could
be
a Hello Kitty
character
or the lost Cabbage Patch
Kid
round oral Doughboy
cute
lovable corporate
cut-up
darling DOR devil doll dealing
death
no fantoccini
refugee
no crazed knife wielding
strangler
like Chuckie or the Puppet
Master’s pack
he’s soft and
wuvable
seducing the youth of
Japan
Mr.
Pluto
Lord of the
Underworld
death
itself
invoked to sell eternal
tumors/multiple mutations
to
children
mad,
soulless
Mr.
Pluto
public relations pimp for
reactor
plutonium
of
course he’ll infiltrate the water
supply
he’s shown happily inhabiting
a glass of water
“But I’d never
hurt you,” he says
feelings hurt/in
wide eyed lie
like Casper the Friendly
Ghost
he begs for
trust
and pathetic
friendship
like the
Wolfman
he cannot
die
but continues
to
kill
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THEM
OL’ SUMMER SOLSTICE BLUES
By
Vaughn Marlowe
She enters my
room
on the saddest
day
of
summer.
The sun
refuses
to duck
out
or
apologize.
It squats on the
ocean
licking
salt.
Our tongues
curl
& burn like
riptide
on a drowning
swimmer.
I age
under
her hands, grow
surly
&
stiff.
She explains
sleep
is
surrender,
nerves
sirens
in the shot-up
light.
Trust, we
beg,
but kisses
flash
like
knives
& we rob our
bodies’
weary
pockets.
The shower
howls
& pours like
monsoon.
Neighbors
beat
on
walls,
threatening
police
or
worse.
The year’s longest
day
is wet
towels
& tangled bed
sheets,
night a dark
rumor
in the
blood.
We make love
like
we’re rolling a
drunk.
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ANOTHER
WAY TO PROTEST
By Milton
Takei
An activist
idea:
Start a new political
party.
No chance of actually
getting
On the California
ballot,
But another way to
protest,
A good educational
campaign.
"Peace" for
anti-war,
"Freedom" for
anti-racism.
All those
people
Registering Peace and
Freedom,
Unbeknownst to the
organizers,
Seeking out a
registrar,
No postcard
registration
In those
days.
They were
driven
To sign
up.
What a
surprise:
The
party
Went over the
top,
With plenty of room to
spare,
A triumph of morality and
justice.
In 2007, forty years
later,
The dove still
flies,
The chains fall
away.
-------------------
Rainbow
monsters
eat all the
treasures
–Elise, age
4
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INCarceration,
Inc.
By Theresa
Hulme
America’s
infatuation
With mass
incarceration
Is a government
structurization
A corporate
organization
With the California
administration
3 strikes
intimidation
The
implementation
of
degradation
Annihiliation
of
select population
False accusation
no investigation
fake litigation
rigged adjudication
total
fabrication!
A Prison
Nation
A secret
civilization
A modern slave plantation, labor
exploitation
Concentration camp
manifestation
With glaring
colorization
Racial unequalization, shameful
desecration.
Criminalization of immigration,
impoverization
Human experimentation,
deprived respiration,
community
mutilation
Crime proliferation, urban
de-stabilization, evil perpetuation
Human
putrefacation, secret brutalization, sodomization,
spirit
castration
soul
devastation
a US corporation
incarnation, wall street participation,
capitalization of
incarceration
with drooling
intoxication,
cannibalization
an
abomination
the incorporation of
obliteration
The Emancipation
Proclamation
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"I
tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around..." –Kurt
Vonnegut
Posted: Fri - June 1, 2007 at 01:41 PM