Untitled by Kate
last rays of light
twilight then dusk
the day begins to sleep
quiet over the front
(Road Noise)
twilight light to
day then dusk
over the front of
the last rays
sleep begins
quiet
Lovelorn Poet in NYC, NY: Twilight The Dusk
Lovelorn Poet in Toronto, ON: My Darling November Kind Of Love
November by Dawn Danby
My darling November kind of Love
Off in the distance
Inspiration settled
A miracle of
Being a workaholic
We gotta get this groovy
Now then
Let me explain myself.
I am making a solemn promise
To you
My November kind of Love.
Brutal honesty
Support and loyalty
Ahhh. Visionary sleep
I’ll not be
A tramp
A trollope
A cursing trucker
A two bit slapper
A dime bag pusher
A sentimental obsession
A China cat sunflower
A boxcar willie
A stovepipe hotplate
A mouldy old insulator
A little worse for ware
A drunk at the barstool
A marijuana cupcake
And most importantly
I’ll never forget to smile at you.
I’ll never forget to smile at you.
my darling November
a solemn promise
I am you
and we
a miracle of inspiration
in this visionary sleep
the distance being
a kind of Love
My November kind of Love
Lovelorn Poet in Flagstaff, AZ: Muscle
Misadventures by Michael Yan
The kids back then wouldn’t
let me play
Red Rover, never realizing
it’s got nothing to do with muscle-
it’s the grip that matters
and sometimes I’d watch them
break the hold
just as someone came running
full speed, only to trip from
the momentum
and now that kid is probably drinking
craft beer in Portland
talking shit about the girls
who dumped him,
never realizing
it’s got nothing to do with his muscles.
Back then I’d watch them play Red Rover
running full speed
the grip the hold the momentum and sometimes
the break
that just wouldn’t
never realizing
it’s got nothing to do with girls
drinking dumped me
only to trip him
it’s muscles, muscle-
that matters now
talking shit about the
craft beer in Portland
and someone who is probably his kid
never realizing
it’s got nothing to do with kids
Lovelorn Poet in Flagstaff, AZ: Penny Game Arcade
Portraits with Character by
Nic McPhee
Funny how words change
game once was a word for competition
now it is an adjective for relationship behavior
gay once meant happy back in the day
now it describes relationships
I think in the end the goal is to be happy
gay
aim
game
just like the old days
—-
walked into the bathroom
a dime and penny were on the floor
I picked them up
and into my pocket
11 cents closer to retirement
went to pay for my milk
2 dollars eleven cents was the cost
handed her the eleven
but the dime hit the counter
then bounced somewhere
out of sight
without making a sound
—-
she would tell me about her Dad’s hidden dime collection
just in case the world came to an end
then she left
and so did he
both out of sight
and as I think about that dime disappearing
I think of my own fate
die i’m
but I’ll leave fate to another time
as I put my pen to my knee
and think about a penny
I think of my own fate
just like the old days
and as I think about that dime disappearing
I put my pen to my knee
and think about a penny
out of sight
without making a sound
then she left
and so did he
both out of sight
I think in the end the goal is to be happy
but I’ll leave fate to another time
a dime and penny were on the floor
I picked them up
just in case the world came to an end
Funny how words change
Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: A Simple Carbohydrate
A Simple Carbohydrate by mindgallery
*
I had a foster brother Bobby whom I shared a room
when we were both in second & third
grade
Bobby made small drawings of angels with crayons
and he’d tape them onto the wall
by his bed
each night he’d kiss these drawings, so
I asked what are you doing and
he said
i’m kissing my angels
goodnight
*
And every once in a while we flew
or at least we tried to
find heaven
*
Walking quietly through
the moonlit night
our toes
know more than
words can
say
A Simple Carbohydrate Production
every once in a while
when we were in second & third grade
we flew quietly
through the moonlit night
kissing heaven, angels, drawings
he said, I know I can
our words say more than
what we tried to find
a brother, a room, crayons and tape
goodnight, Bobby