Cherry

a poem for sweet Mutanity

The freeways are crawling with unseen strait-jacket lemmings commuting from their hovels or their houses on the hill they couldn't march off of, not without the titanic television

arms of the dj

flailing meticulously left to right to left to right & back again, with a knob in one hand jjjjjajjjjajerking it to the side whilst the other moves in sync with the beat,

below the radar

beneath the wind that blows the schemes & the mundane reality of which most breathe, there lies a place just below the radar--- here one makes decisions for themselves

mediocre longings

“need to lose a few lbs. before summer. need to lose a few lbs. before summer so i can get that tat i saw in the ink shop yesterday (twas so very pretty). got to save

Memories are made of this

Timmy put to sleep One of the saddest days was the day Esther was forced to have her beloved cat put to sleep.

We write later

Try writing a story with a gun in your hand

PLEASE

Please P K Routray At the end of my story for my sake please do not grieve, I presume that there are two things difficult to achieve.

Solving Our Problems With Violence

With our hands over our hearts we pledge allegiance, To keeping this intolerance and division. We've made the world of towel-heads and crackers,

Conspiracy

The cold metal of the gun pressed into the roof of Moretti’s mouth as the index finger on his right hand squeezed down over the trigger.
Cherry

Adieu

The subway train is naked winter rain upon the city lights of blue and grey.

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