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Preview The Lonely Road Poet by RagMag Publishing
Making The Cut Scan carefully the darkness of her room look towards the corner
she’s sitting there. Crouched in a huddled mass of curls and toys shadows of the dragons fly… she dare, not cry. Hush…they might hear you swoop and tear and bite. Hush…they might see you in fright. Little girl little girl silent. Little girl little girl violent. Sitting on the shelf are the things she keeps packed into a box.
Jelly-beans and screams a lock of blonde a bong. Needles and pins and razors and one little scissor tipped in scarlet red raise the past the dead. Little pills…little pills that used to work blue and yellow and white but…now it’s night and it’s dark…so dark… Hush… Shhhhhhhhhhhhh Cut.
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Woo Ahn Welcome child…welcome to the
earth the hint of which laid within the
womb half way from there to
here. Welcome away from the place you will soon
forget now…still in your eyes wide yet, only half
seeing. Old spirit newly born silent wisdom fading to a lingering hint a whisper. Welcome to my love sweet child welcome.
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Woo Ahn What is it..? Pondering the sense of
self one may find nothing in truth. Nothing of shape or
form yet…is… and…is not… turning the eyes
within What is it…? who am I who is this what am I what is this where how nothing here there everything everywhere …as troubles fade.
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You cry and cry, but it never goes away. With every word you say, you’re breathing. The things you should do, the things you should have
done; the battles that you lost, but know you should have won.
Return to Poem Index Back to Video Index by Laying
here beside
your breath studying
the wall beyond
the rise and fall of your
chest dance
familiar, candle cast shadows. Looking
for the beast smoking
cigarette after cigarette standing
guard vigilant, it fails
to appear but…I
know its there you told
me. It rides
you penetrates your deepest depth invisibly killing every
kiss. Following into your dreams night…mares fearful
stares your
eyes reflect my…nemesis. I kiss
and kiss your lips attempting to draw it out I want
to take it from you then spit it
out far from
your tender heart. I want
to lock it away so you
can love yourself again. There
is…no other way least…none that I can see I love
you, love you, love you ,love you but the
beast just
burns it up sends it
into smoke and
shadows the ones
that flicker on the wall while I
watch as you
sleep next to
me knowing when
they are gone… so will be you. Return to Poem Index Comment Top of Page Ok I by Trent Alic
Baby Kitten Dying by Bill Crimi They don’t much value life, it seems having long given up on their own; pumping the Beast into a vein walking dead insane. Today, they ran from every obligation leaving the standard, filthy mess behind. Amongst beat up furniture mounds of trash and scurrying roaches a soft faint cry. Traced to a closet one last kitten hanging on a brother or sister…already gone. Freeing it’s mother from behind a closed door she ambled close but offered no breast my heart recorded the last dying cries the last breath of a tiny belly rose…then fell in my eyes. I’ll bury you, two… sweet little kittens give you each a name for a marker. I’ll make your short appearance here mean something more than abandoned left to die on a filthy, druggy floor. a place, a day a little cry died. Return to Poem Index Top of Page Poetry Archives The Lonely Road Poet The Lonely Road Poet is an anthology of poetry, illustrated and compiled by Bill Crimi with additional drawings by Erica Sandlin, and photography provided by Amanda Lauer. Poems have been provided by author Karen Bashkirew, Dawn-Marie Kontomichalos, Martha Kinsey, Trent Alic, Erica Sandlin and Woo Ahn |
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