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Every muscle tense
Waiting, watching

Is it my turn yet?
Please, please, please,
please

Let it be my turn

It is easier to fight for one’s principles than to
live up to them

- Alfred Alder

Not the first,
or the second,
or the third...
Only a few left

It has.to be me next Wind Swept Feather (Part II)

But when that same feather

Did find its way back to my door

| was reluctant toletitin =

For fear of confusion and lack of knowing

Yet did that feather not convince me so,

That it desired its place on my broken breast,

As much as | had missed its weight upon my chest.
Again its mass crushed.my body,

With pleasant softness and caress,

It played my flesh like a cliche

And when it was done, calmly it slept.

It’s weary weight kept me awake.

As | pondered its reasons for return.

while its cannon ball pressure slept so sound,

| stayed uncomfortably aware,

But when my eyes finally did shut

And slumber took my mind,

that feather in all its grandness

Slipped back out the door and another breeze did it finds
And flew away from me - for a second time.

As consciousness began to dominate my body,

And | realized | was again broken and alone,

Did | finally see, that feather was the embodiment of a lie
Caustic feather no longer mine, {'m vexed by you dear.
Please know.t am not your toy,

And your touch is no longer welcome here

Let me have the honour,

The pleasure,

The outright excitement,

Of being a chosen one,

The one that both sides want

They cannot take
away our self
respect if we do
not give it to them

Down to me,

And the skinny kid

With the coke bottle glasses
Surely it will be me

But it is him

it doesn't end there

They fight over who must
have me

Whose team must suffer my
skills

Oh to be a kid again
Last one picked

Word of the Week!

Hey all you cats and kittens, | know you’re all
salivating over this issue’s word o’ the week.
Yeah, it’s la mierda. You all love it, and its
light caresses. This week’s word is:

- Gandhi

Ode to the Construction
Outhouse

Blue beacon of plastic
Standing alone amidst a
sea of concrete and water-
stained wood.
Waiting for the reverence
that comes half an hour
after
The coffee break,
When the wind no longer
blows open the door.

A place of peace in the eye
of a construction storm

-Micheal J Cruickshank

Paupiette

A wise man can see more from
the bottom of a well than.a fool
can from a mountain top.

a) A french maid costume

b) A moist and lemon scented serviette that
comes with tampons

c) A thin slice of meat wrapped around more
meat.
d) Plastic shell around an airbag in a minivan

- Unknown
- Rhys Pugh

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