BUDDHA BURRITO
when she cried into her teachings
of buddha burrito sinking
under the portioned weight
of both mild & medium organic sorrow
there was no one who cared to watch
bridge leak, skunk sky, hurling hot
pepper afternoons -- inhale, exhale
your heart freezes over
during a power surge
and no advice can get it back pumping
REPENT nailed to a pole
nailed to the future
nailed to a very dim light
when she laughed into the nucleus of her tears
a salty dessert,
the other humans didn’t turn away
but were careful not to get too close
you wander thru the adult mart
a wild assortment of breasts
but no phone line that connects
Artificial clouds blossom over the FORD plant
the stink that is your life
JESUS COMES SOON nailed to the cleft tree
when she finally slept, released & sated,
it was an end to all the hard breathing lies,
the nattering population thrust from consciousness
like millions of starfish bursting in a sea volcano
wendy shaffer
IN MY DARK MIND
In my dark mind I hear Scrooge muttering about excess population and see Marley's ghost as Uncle Sam drags a
chain of tanks, battleships, nuclear bombs, submarines,
humvees--inextricably woven through with screaming mangled
dying soldiers, civilians, cows, horses, dolphins, dogs & cats while a nation stands in its driveways, hands over
ears, beating their heads against their car hoods to quiet
their minds.
Eli P. Cimota
SHOE DROPS
among the wild buttercups
a broken umbrella lays open
underneath an unswung set
bent and rusted
shattered rolling rock bottles
hidden in coarse uneven grass
a few surviving tatters of Mexican pink
waterproofed polyester
an upside down plastic flamingo handle
the beak now a dull yellow gray
an unmovable teeter totter
stuck
one side up
one side down
a thick heavy board grown with splinters
there is blood
dried, unseen
on one of the jagged green horse headed edges
she used to
cut and swing
cut and swing
watching the blood
drip
her clearance rack designer shoes
dangle and swing
dangle and swing
she doesn’t want to die
soon
just eventually
or even let anyone know she was ever here
so eventually when she doesn’t die
yet
she hides in mojitos and house music
banging her head against the headboard
saving up her unspent nightmares
she wakes and wonders where she is
who is there
she believes in struggle
she counts
the dollars and cents she never has never needs
losing or leaving her umbrellas
somewhere along the way
at least
she can still wear the same shoes
classic, timeless,
bloodstained
kimmydb
