Remember
by Chris Brownsword
remember me in sunshine, in rain
in flowers trampled beneath a child's feet.
remember me in twilight, insane,
in hoarfrost like icing upon a grave.
remember me in poetry, in prose,
in stories long as open roads.
remember me in mountains, in oceans,
in blank faces of passing cars.
here's to the outcast poetics, the renegade heretics
here's to the outlaw poetics, the rebel degenerates
here's to the scholars of truth, the architects of time,
here's to a fading sun as it burns holes in the paper sky.
remember us as searchers, seekers for the soul,
remember us as shadows, creeping along a dusty path.
remember
remember
remember
remember and then deflagerate one last time.
Copyright 2003 Chris Brownsword(acheborn@hotmail.com).
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Concerning Dead Soldiers
by Gerald Bosacker
Consider the sadness of the dead
when Gods that final truth supply
as boon for lives unfairly shed
in service to persuasive lie.
Do they envy the fallen few
embalmed with poison of the truth
partook while sat in chapel pew
or sniffed while in their voting booth?
Do they impatient, count the days
until they meet again the liar
who justified his war and preys
on young to stoke in Ares pyre?
Do they despise their coffin's flag
or covet the colors of their foe
and wonder if dead men should brag
or now more calm, their bold outgrow?
Or wasted do they silent sleep,
mute promise of the young that died
for empty glory purchased cheap
and charged to chauvinistic pride?
Copyright 2003 by Gerald Bosacker (Bosacker@aol.com).
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Painting in Sushi Bar
by Paul Murphy
Samurai, Shogun, Hara Kiri
sipping green tea in the Sushi Bar
crowd of headers, all eyes down.
chopsticks, raw fish, raw headache
from wine, beer. screen, fan Geisha girl
tightened at the soles of her feet
atom bomb, entrails, glints in her eye.
shark fin soup shining in a moondance
of atoms, entrails, dancing moonlight
screen, fan, atom girl.
Copyright 2003 by Paul Murphy (clitophon@yahoo.com).
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M.I.A.
by Peter Vetrano
"M.I.A.
His disciples and I miss him-
Mother…
Where did Christ go?
"IN A CHARLESTON HOTEL"
In the bathroom sink, the dead fly…
Encouraging sign?
Copyright 2003 by Peter Vetrano(pvetrano@lausd.k12.ca.us).
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Letter to the Editor: Cherie Staples (skyearth1@aol.com).