LOIS MICHAEL UNGER : In My Dream
PRASENJIT MAITI : To America
SHANNON L. PUGH : Evolution
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LOIS MICHAEL UNGER
In My Dream
in my dream while biting my nails I saw a candy store where we once were or you were or I was and you weren't there it popped into my mind a torn memory card I know some things for certain what I like the taste of what chocolate candy looks like but I didn't know that candy store for certain it slid into my mind from fifty years ago.
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PRASENJIT MAITI
To America
You've taken my dreams away, America, and pawned them on the streets of Manhattan laid them blatantly across the hungry belly of young and skinny whores from Puerto Rico, and played god when our children died in Baghdad ... Where are you going America, my dreams and my insanity? Won't you cry for Vietnam, and buy flowers for the dead? Walk hunchbacked in the memory of all those men you've killed around the world, and kneel down to their children and say you're sorry? You've taken away my dreams, America, and soon you'd be walking alone talking to yourself like your insanity
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SHANNON L. PUGH
Evolution
The past is a tree. Monkeys cling to trees. We cling to the past. Causation is the sun shining on the tree. Monkeys can't see the sun for the tree The tree still grows But, god made it grow Not the light for above. The tree itself is its own reason Not the seed or the seed before it All we know are the massive branches And the fruits that fills our empty spaces We are animals Reasoning monkeys Bent on logic and things we cannot see, We are the past The only thing a monkey can be.
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