November 18 2002 Poets Corner Over The Edge Page 16

Poet's Corner

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Lots of sightiess sounds became A melancholic cacophony, Echoes chase infinity, fading into blinding emptiness, Filled with hollow truths, The darkness in the void echoes the emptiness of the non-matter, Deafened and deafening | wander the void Screaming falseness with a crushing burden. _ Swirling patterns increasing, urging, yearning for me to fall.

_ Chaos of colours tlow around, shrieking, sinking.. ~~“ Surrendering losses, © __ The battle rages in my head, o Psychic waves of grey and death. © _ — ~ - — | Its alll see, this battlefield ofthe mind, Pledge of Disobedie re — | _ | fight for ground too readily lost, . -—s«éDéesspaiiring | retreat to the dark. safe corners. alk oo = fake ico ot CC —— The scent of apple pie surrounds me, ~ Of paranoia [rs _ lie, Sumimasen ga chotto... | landece—“(<‘i‘<‘i‘é‘i‘ia_iLCOtétizéC;‘(<aC;C _ itis a void with no corners, Like ehfics sides of beet . _ Ana the non-matter waves Carty the sore. may. Each self-proclaimed figurehead CHIl! Claiming his steak rare and unique. WARKI!

| kneel to the ground and a. Shake my va inodisbeliet. By: Shaynie, Dabido, Raymond S. Grier, Nathan Sutherland, Risa, AND A

This land pink Yet if | shook my head before, now mouth’'s agape

in awe. | Guns and souvenir stores sprout from the brown O l @) eC eC Fa

below Everyone's playing like this chalk’s Made of impenetrable stone. We raise our flags and transform — Family to foreigners due to faith of tigureheads. a) A toilet brush for your throat. It gets into our eyes and sticks So we raise our fists instead. A nation's segregation has no power without. ‘Itscitizens. “What lines, if we ignore them, can. keep us” Committing all its sickly sins... We hand out magic pens And draw anew map on Ten thousand papers planes Made the way a map should be Amapthatcanthelp but ~~ ‘Buegoid Ajsnii siy peqqes6 ay os ‘Bulssolj e papesu CHANGE, | snBeudose s.sor ‘ajdwexe 104 ‘snbeudose Jo xuAse] ey} Bulyedipew Jo Bul . -Sam Spyrl _ Pim -uealo ul pasn ‘pus au} ye eHuods Jo yn} e Buiney ‘poi ajqixey ‘HBuo| y :‘Bueqold

Hello! Guess What! It’s time for the always fabulously feculent Word of the Week! This weeks word is: probang!

b) The subinfinitive form of the past tense of the word probing! c) A Guatemalan Goat Cheese with a delicate flavor, and small green spots. d) An orgy attended only by professional and highly trained sex-trade officers.

e) Basic survival handbooks that tell you what to do when you get a nasty case of the the pox from expired meat products, AKA, the “probang books”.