oet’s Corne

  

Now that we are 5 billion

Aren’t we all round-bellied happy Death of a Fatal Attraction
Having each one of us consumed NO KEY REQUIRED
One dozen Big Macs in our time As a man,
Claude Parade I look back You need not a key to pass
ude Faradox at the lust attack into this securely sealed palace of dreams.
of two hearts that long compassion. You need not break through
sia the porthole of the unknown.
. ; ook, For in time, my dear, in time,
ety can I do to retain my self-es- . but see no wrong the unseen will become seen;
I just spent the evening with the in the union of confused souls. the forsaken will become reality.
woman of my dreams. Your dreams will need not a palace
My nerves were on edge, my reac- Two hearts beat in which to reside. For in reality,
tions were tested, furiously, your dreams dwell in the greatest court of all.
But from what I could tell, she playing games without frontiers. Follow your inner most reveries and
wasn't infterested. nurture them to their triumphant conclusion.
The arrow hits its mark. Live your dreams. For in their fulfillment,
Some people believe I just think The damage is done find the lost ferver in our lives.
ae done with the act and for- and I the man lie drowning ee ee
get the rex in a pool of cold blood. 4
I have a reputation of being per- Dy en semper gardan
verted, The pungent scent of wrong love gone right
But as such my emotions have just burns holes in my flesh birth
been subverted. Yet the sweetness is still vaguely distinguishable —
through the rancid fumes. : :
I could live without the sexual act, Unsigned From the other side
And still would be if not for my : A steel bolted door

    
  

wit, charm and tact. we

e I do not want to hide
Tam more interested in talking and

After the tears

 

hugging. ener. % I follow the soft golden hand
; Than the sensations derived from = ¥ It leads me

sliding and shoving. : f Back to you
So here I type on the old ® =

typewriter, % Once we caught the butterflies
The future doesn't seem to get any = You poked, I holler

brighter. %

I want to grab you by the collar:

“So what about the duck

Family in the creek?”’

You saw their fragility

And to you they then did speak

Those secrets that we whisper in each others ears

But I'm hoping and praying she's
not in category #3,
Because if she is, then it's just
’ more depression for me.

A To cast a spell on the burning soil
ee ee Rip up the earth
Carwl into our little darkened shelter
All life is nothing

Under a candlelight
And give birth.

To hang on a cross

The world will die slowly
An exquisite shock

As the protons and atoms
Inhabit your mind

Don't try to hide it cos
Life is unkind, my friend

So freeze the portrait there

The door, we never built a door

Safe together can we sit?

All red-eyed, bleary, crying on the floor
With his large wings around me like arms

“Richard Cousins

 

The fate of the world . : I confess there is no luncheon date

enacin thereabaes Indian Princess Over Porpoise Bay Ebi ya See

While senile old men : Twice again

Have their hands on the trigger slip away Thicd a running

And the gaps in their reason slip away wild

Get bigger and bigger wind yourself wicked ‘

It comes to a point in water and lace Through the Big Gate.

But when does it end? and leave your lover

In peace or in death? behind Lara Klymasz

Never, my friend. } ‘
Matt write a poem for me

The crowds are embellished wash away rivers . .

With preachers and mourners wash away friends its when I search for a word
Their words are too slick like a layer of oil with boots on

All rounded, no corners. that clings to the wick compass thesaurus

They say they take orders and fire that licks it

directly from God away obstacles contront me

But I won't believe it

Till I See the nod, my friend. by Matt Fisher dont touch me they leave me alone

they know better than me “alone I never go"
’ Killing is basically
Just human nature.

God Ive reached inside my brain
I guess I'm not human then.

and wrenched the goblins
flung them terribly

gainst the wall

by Dean MacPherson. laugh laugh laugh laugh
“oh thats just the

sound of their wings”

Matt write a poem for me

 

Im trying

by Matt Fisher