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MARIE CARTIER Boardwalk Grease PaintThere was a woman on the beach today. She had on one red high heel and one grey boot, pink slip, sequined top, black balloon pants and chalky white grease paint all over her face. Chant for this woman: peace, peace. She looks like how I feel: jewelry flashes to tomorrow, Copyright 2006, all rights retained by the poet |
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KAREN GODSON AmazonThe red-hot blood of my Amazon sisters pulses through these veins; molten steel and rock, Gaia's menstrual lava is forged into my determination. It drives forward, knocking over my weakness; consuming, devouring, leaving in ruin anything that holds me against my will. Foolish enemy, had you known that taking my Breast would let me hold my bow more steady! If you had realized the red-hot blood of my Amazon sisters pulsing through my veins! Copyright 2006, all rights retained by the poet |
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CRAIG KIRSCHNER Nietzsche's HorseTripping into court Morality cringed silently, bells on the tips of his toes exaltedly attempting to clang his life's work as leotard and tassels splashed gangly to the tune. High beams and black hooded revelers - Lohengrin was toasted from marble mugs and filigree nectars beneficently gulped – it was deemed our defendant was a prophet, that allowed the death of Gods, walked through the present in the past, absorbed us in non-existence. Wise men in purple robes suggested a lusty flogging, reflected that violence commences with the comedy of pain. Clenched brittle teeth cracked, synapses shattered and snapped, echoed in frantic sweat, as the gavel gashed hard against the tear-stained judge's stand. Pried from his seat of justice our jingler of conscience cursed, through foam and spit, condemning his condemner for striking the poor dumb bench below him. Copyright 2006, all rights retained by the poet |
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