November 4 2002 Poets Corner Over The Edge Page 16

Poet's Corner

Drop off your poetry and we’ll put it in.

| stand beside you,
And you’re a million miles away.
| look in your eyes,
But you show me nothing.
You hide away
Even when you stand before me.
You recoil from my touch
Without moving at all.
You expect me to be myself,
While you hide from me.
| feel you fading;
| feel you leave.
Could it be any harder
To be with you?
Could it be any harder
To be alone?
The words you say
Contradict what | feel.
You claim to care,
But what about?

bobbing lights,
followed by the giggles There once was a
and chatter of children babe from 2 : Anonymous

silat “I Word of the Week

covering youth Who wasn’t a great
Dionysus

and mirth of childhood mastabata.
When her honey
rustling leaves,

kicked and scuffed got hard,
along the sides of the She creamed up
road some lard,

a ohentin But probably
piles of candy,
crunch and sweet shouldn't have
doled out to the ghosts used a cheese

and goblins about the grata.
streets

a) the god of wine and of an orgiastic religion celebrating the power
and fertility of nature

b) the division of non-mitotic cells in a cultured petri dish

c) that freaky thing that L. Ron Hubbard invented to steal your
money

d) a single celled organism found in the dark recesses of the sea
e) the process through which you are liberated by your money

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