Past Issues :: 2007 July 1 :: Street Poetry

shedding emptiness

By Jay Thiemeyer

the sky is returning,
in clearer shades of day
as are my memory and humor

if that rat don't clean
up his shit
I'm gonna eat his head
and make him watch

the sky is more memorable
today
than it has been
the crystals melt in
the light

fucker thinks cleanin’ his place
is just dumpin’ it
aside his door
for the rest of us to smell!

the sky feeds
the rain its color
and rhythm
of days pressing
forward again
a rainbow devours the crystals

the rats are back
and that fucker's to blame
every new day's
the same
gnats are new
and that alone
the rest, the rats,
same shade as yesterday

the rain is holy now
not a cold prison
rain no longer
falls like a cage

the stench from that dead
rat contains our hall
way like a gated
thrombus

rain's prism holds me
as I stand here
alone, in it
I feel
upright and part
of a whole

the whole place is
drenched in that fucker's
sweat

the sky is returning,
the roundness of rain

his fat belly
of flatulence bears
its soul for us
and we remain enthralled
for another day

with his gross emptying
he's on his way
upwind out of sight
a rat like any other


Cold

By Craig Rogers

Desire locked in my heart
Certain in my flow of blood
Red from my hand
And this instructing
That I depart this land

To break a yoke built by you
That binding cord
Placed by my Lord
Is the freedom with in my sight
To overcome death
And break the power, I fight
Words from the sword

My eyes hurt
From every long watching
Celestial navigation
To the gift of you
And I have nothing left to hide
I stand in the open
You’re the music of my fire


Evening

By Kareem Ali

Open the evening
to the section
where a cascade of twilight
is bathed in an unsettling
mascara of stars

Open it to where
the night is almost delectable
to the page where a paradise of light
thin as minced salmon
mumbles in past a waterfall
of clouds

And when you finish
realize finally
that the distant
cacophony of gathered whispers
are stray neighbor dogs
praying amongst themselves


Simply put

By Bob Brenner

My life I keep it simple
As simple as I can
Too much confusion all around
I am a simple man

To simply live upon the land
And treasure Mother Earth
To simply not destroy the one
The one who gave us birth

To put it very simply
I am a simple soul
Who simply likes
To simply love
And play that rock ’n’ roll

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