From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
eh? by ana erb
My dog Ace isn’t the same dog
I don’t know what happened
When I tell Ace to stay
Ace will shun me
Ace will go wherever
Ace wants to go
I don’t know what happened
All of this started after
we returned from the vet
after all
Ace Ace Ace Ace Ace
don’t dog don’t dog
from go go
happened happened
I isn’t I I know know
me my of
returned same
stay
shun started
tell this to the
to the
vet
what
when
we will
wants what will
wherever
Portals – North Side by Michael Goodin
In an alcove we stood, you grey snowsuit and amazing eyebrows, me muted rainbow sweater, traiding witty remarks and peeks into the lives we live.
When your hat hit the icey ground you remarked, with your hand on my cheek, leave it.
In my thoughts as I walked past the snow banks was your touch.
Reaching by unknown
Every time I try
To look life in the eye–
As if love came near–
I shiver in fear.
Damn this habit
Of old scars.
If she were the rabbit,
Then here we are.
And there we go,
If we dare.
To crawl like winter sun
Into the sparkling knives
Into the glittering hair
Of dawn.
Damn this dawn
we crawl into the shiver of the winter sun
here we are
like knives to hair
as we look in to old scars
If the rabbit came near in fear and habit
if she were there every time
if I try life
then I dare go into the sparkling glittering eye of love
Whatever Happened to Baby Jane by Doug Bowman
There’s a gun on the table in the shape of three empty liquor bottles
The fourth bottle is in pieces littering the floor like bullets, empty shells where you put your decency to rest while you pretend life is a western
Gun powder tastes like fire and courage but I still don’t think your Stetson hid your tears
And I know your horse ran away and it’s now an excuse for you to never ride into the theatrical hypothetical sunset that is sober life but that still doesn’t mean you can’t make it on foot
This one sucks play a record that you haven’t broken yet.
Golden Cage by Hans Kylberg
Protected there
You were
My Love
With golden bars
On a pedestal
Above
Glorious there
My morning dove
But then I saw
You mourning dove
All those times
You sang these songs
for me
You were perched
There waiting
Waiting to be free
And now My Love
Now the door, I See
You were perched
Here singing
Singing to be free
I know you’ll sing
For them
Sing so beautifully
Fly now my Love
And sing for them
Just like you sang
For me
~Your Poet~
And sing for them
For them
My Love
And now My Love
Fly now my Love
You mourning dove
My morning dove
Above
You were
Protected there
Glorious there
You were perched
You were perched
for me
Waiting to be free
Singing to be free
Now the door, I See
For me
I know you’ll sing
Here singing
Just like you sang
You sang these songs
Sing so beautifully
~
On a pedestal
With golden bars
But then I saw
All those times
There waiting