Volume
3, Edition 14
Authors: Anna Anon Anon
#2 Ava Johnny KK Linda M Marqz Nathan Olya Rob Sean TJ Wanderluster |
Lisbon Portugal Estuary and ocean Tagus river town Raining in summer Forty day flooding this week Houston is flooded Angry murderous night Moon dripping in blood and tears Cicadas sing songs Time
to look forward Everything’s
coming up roses If
you just let it A familiar voice And an unfamiliar face Who are you kind
one? Temp tables keep dropping. And by a
thread my sanity is hanging. You left me alone So drink till I drown Tequila shots on my own An owl singing night Beneath a canopy of blue tears Stars are living quiet Your presence intoxicates me. Why now? I’m not
ready yet. Be still! Where do I go? Keep afloat, Drift. In hindsight I’ll know Why it was so. |
Impossible
choice: Familiar
stagnation, Sea
change and open doors. Disaster strikes home Insurance will not cover What you don’t insure I’m
learning my heart What
I need and what you need Are
different things Take
this lesson now: Change
is staid companion We
will be OK Pure
or applied math? Masters
degree or BA? Can
I get a job? Smells
familiar. Pineapples.
Brings back a lot of fond
memories. Heart
is that you? Bled
till dry, now quivering. Wanting
to be let you. Past
menu – fried brain, charred heart All
you can eat sorrow I
am so full From
a dream to a nightmare
to another dream And
yet I’m awake Illusions
bring thrill Will
delusions I can chill Let’s
make it real love |
Risen golden dawn Laughter budding rose kisses A sweet magic dance Just
doing my job Making
hard decisions Duty
and burden The slow creeping ivy Phoenixes dancing within the sky Trees oozing with hues A single white lily In the folded hands of prayer Monsoons of feeling Flashes of white light A rumbling in the night sky Thunderstorm is here Meghan is having the same issue.
Misery loves company. Ha. Overthinking, underdoing Why left or right? Just go move forward. Do you taste better than you feel? Beer
and pizza? Let’s Netflix and Chill. Your birthday brings tears Instead of cheers. Pure misery. Instead of bliss.
Day with fleas and stinky breath. I will
say, “Eew!” Of course, I’d still kiss you |
Photo: Washington Street,
Cork, Ireland.