Poetic License: October 2001 Online Poetry Journal

"WTC-91101".. I and II
by Madelyn

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anonymous

Put It On Pause
by Megan Diamondstein

Immortal Times
by Ronak Desai

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by zekeil

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by willy dintenfass (zeke)

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by Steph

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by willy dintenfass (zeke)

will.i.am and
will always be as
i will be tomorrow as
i was when you made me

cloaked in coal
heart hardened against the
great stretch that is the
midwest, my
muscles erode into segments of
open road as i
enter my million mile mindset

the city that i love is burning and
i have tied a noose from
my violin string and
here i stand below a billboard
that implores:
KEEP YOUR OPTIONS OPEN

true
and keep your eyes shut and
your head down and
he who fucks with me must
brand my skin with
fire from the sun
before i sing
him psalms

she sees this i fear
and begins to run
i watch her legs like
locomotives
my eyes become ice and

i learn to hurt myself in ways i
never dreamed possible

the faith i placed in the sun is over
its gone
rotted away by these illustrations of
the men who write our prayerbooks
grasping for wings midair
their fingers slicing rivers of
sweat and blood and
skin blown (like glass) into
pieces and smashed

i live surrounded by sirens
the sound swoops from nowhere
spinning my head

i am a million things and
she stares unnervingly at me
from the middle of an intersection

drivers praising evolution as
they swerve from their paths
and i can focus only on her
midsection as if

the tree that i planted within her
has given birth to a splinter
that in turn has punctured my lungs

time stops and
i stop breathing but begin to run
time starts as
bodies come crashing down around me
and
she raises her arms up and she
begins to cry

as i
attack distance
limbs entangled
spines intertwined infinite

beads of sweat puncturing my neck
the constellations place bets as to
whom i will fail next

but i am not the fuckin son of god
practicing jesus relaxation techniques
breathing in with the hammer and
out with the heart

no

i am clarity covered in sand
consciousness beached on
an island ive wasted my
life on

the city i love is burning within me
and
i will stand alone or
lie down with you
so that

my hands might make you sing

i am colder inside than dreams/
cracked skin unfolding around
your spine
tears glistening in eyes
that will become fountains
over time.

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