Blueprints
I
fed sparrows.
They returned
with architectural drawings.
~Travis Park
Museum
of Air
Please
do not touch
the empty spaces.
Some are original.
~Travis Park
Weather
Returned
The
umbrella
came home
with the wrong rain.
~Travis Park
Way
Out
The
exit
has been framed
as another exhibit.
~Travis Park
a colossus cat pushes everything
over
the
edge
flat
earth
~Kimberly Kuchar
You have no deaths
Earnest dawn...yet you have no chirpings of your own.
productive midday...yet you have no sweat of your own.
A gloomy lighthouse
and no janitor to guide you.
A suffocation
and you choose the wrong route for the long march.
Your
own deaths float around you.
~Partha Sarkar
these days
instead of a concert or a club
we dance on
the paper-littered floor
by
the recliners
~David Oates
August funeral
only the deceased wears
a
coat and tie
~John J. Dunphy
unseasonal rain
returning clouds fill
with
malevolence
~John Hawkhead
sweeping teashop
more ants
than dust
~Tejendra Sherchan
Refreshingly Unconcerned with the Vulgar Exigencies of Veracity
Fake news, fake tans, fake blues, fake views.
Surrounded by a lack of Vulgar Veracity
Like a spaceship flies in an Iain M. Banks novel
Heads for the unknown without even a parachute
Victors are losers, losers are winners, in the war
Sound bites and troglodyte hype from Tangerine Blob
News channels prevaricate as markets rise and fall
Hormuz strait a concertina of woes a Mecca
As leaders blame each other remaining forever
Refreshingly
Unconcerned with the Vulgar Exigencies of Veracity
~Olinda Ninolakis
Beyond Tacitus and Orwell
they make deserts
and don't even bother
to
call it peace
~dan smith
street eatery
the stray obeys anything
a
man asks him
~Tejendra Sherchan
The Dream of an Idiot
A ruined epitome.
That
blast-less mind of simple mathematics to heal the wound of
someone’s
sadness,
to manipulate the twisted epithets and be the walk that someone walks,
and
be the words that someone speaks, breathing their breath and being
the tenderest moment when someone cries.
~John Vlachos
singing
bowls there is great comedic potential here first date
~Sarah
Mahina Calvello
convicted
pervert the course of justice
~John Hawkhead
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