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Vietnams Orphans
by Philip William Cowley
Our forever young have been old since they've passed us,
And now they are shunned by the thoughtless minds
Who don't see all those faces
That sacrificed beauty
To roll with the worms,
Occupied only by the inventions of war mongers
And the trappings
Of the great Dollar Bill King.
Tarzan on high in the tree tops
Has been scoffing at flag lust
With bayonet arms
And a mouth full of dirt.
He has been far from alone
In his cries of forgiveness
Since the ego of man
Rose from an innocent dependence on chaos
To a bone chilling passion to stand.
How many more dreams will we slaughter with bloodshed?
When will our boys keep all of the marbles
They've shot through the smoke
In those lands they were fed to,
Desiring sweet peace?
And it's over only when the pawns have all crumbled;
Their ashes spread only on concrete
Displaying their names.
Phil Cowley.
Poet. Musician. Libertine Philosopher.
Loves cats, hates spiders.
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Lilies
by Mike Hession
Here
behind the lilies on the table
drooping wearily
in their eighth day
of captivity,
I contemplate
the mirror's dim reflection.
I'm tired,
and the weeping lilies
burn against the greyness.
I'm tired,
and the lilies'
scent confounds.
The elusive Mike Hession resides somewhere in suburban England,
and has been published some other places online. Despite our lack
of elaboration, he seems like a swell fellow.
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A Delicate Hysteria
by J. Alana Hauenschild
An unformed quarrel,
ripens from within.
A Byzantine opera,
of primordial proportion.
Adagissimo.
The molecules gather, take form.
Bend and yawn,
perceive their existence.
Adagio assai.
The implications multiply.
Interact and react,
perceive their strength.
Adagio.
The schematics emerge.
Stand and assert,
perceive their worth.
Adagietto.
The decision cast.
Peak and swell,
perceive its timing.
Aria dentrata.
The action unfolds.
Refined and released,
it has perceived its ability.
Lana Hauenschild.
Poet. Painter. Root Doctor Extraordinaire.
"She never did meet a ponced up Irishman
that she did not develop an unhealthy fancy toward."
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