Poetic License: September 2001 Online Poetry Journal

Untitled
by Taneka Stotts

cotton candy machine
by zekeil

Two
by Daniel Sanders

The other side of tragedy
by Cohen Morosoff

On the Way to the Library
I See the Reverend
by Micah McKee

Lining in the clouds
by Jose Vadi

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cotton candy machine
by zekeil

he can't see the light that shines
when he opens his eyes
to a brighter
sunlit day
and the curtains are all pulled back
windows pushed up
he can't see
all that's there for him to grab
right in front of him.

'cause he's got a blind fold
up against his shaved skin
that makes him look like
he's got a hell of a lot more important things to win-
than letting someone in.

and maybe one day
he'll have the strength
to rip off all his rage
and dance around all his pages
of torn timetables
and abacus'
'cause she's dreaming of a better day
where we can speak
without retreat

and yes baby
cigarettes will kill you
but who doesn't want to die anymore anyway?

she kept all your words
of sullenness and democracy
says this will be the one thing
I'll take with me to the grave
'cause chances like that don't just happen
they reenact abandonment
which he's in.

now he's trapped
in his own decay
and all her dismay
and everything she might try to say
won't make a landslide of dreams he's had
come true.

and he's just scared
of change
and rearranging
the way he's used to doing things
but everything
seems like it's changing now
and she doesn't think
she can even handle this.

he doesn't have his cotton candy machine
full of hopes anymore
it sold out
like everything else
in this place.

and maybe she'll just go insane
so he doesn't have to deal
with all the fake bugs
she likes to try and infect him with.

just like all the rainbows
that really aren't there.
yea
the rainbows
that aren't
really there.

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