emily mae

by huck chatterton

hey, remember emily mae? no, jerry we don’t remember her what a woman! what a body! the biggest boobs the greatest ass the longest legs west of the mississippi you read about her in some book, jerry she used to come in here every night she was a pal always good for a laugh nothing shocked her you could say anything to her and she’d just laugh because she believed in sexual freedom just like you and me she always had a smile not like these stuck up bitches and feminazis today don’t start, jerry please and if a guy was broke she was always good for a touch or at least buy you a drink and what a body! what an ass! you must remember her ass at least come on, guys you must remember emily mae only you, jerry only you she must have been you own special girl nobody ever saw her but you and some of us have been coming here twenty, thirty years do the math

song for the end times

by corinne delmonico

humans were born to be free but are enslaved by society rounded up from meadows and fields and to kings and priests forced to kneel this has gone on for thousands of years as the priests feed the flames of fear and kings wave the flags of hate until now it is almost too late o humans rise up from the dust and the pit into which you have been thrust the earth has been looted and despoiled and now your bones will be boiled the masters are preparing their ships with smiles on their lying lips they are ready to blast off into space to destroy some other unsuspecting race the universe is vast and cold but the story is getting old and the trail of desolation you can not put a happy face on if you dispute the truth of my rhyme and only wish to have a good time the saints be with you my friend and my song is at an end

the dead wear white hats on the devil's birthday

don’t talk to me about love and hate i know all about love and hate i used to wait on the corner for the school bus cars went by in the wind and rain there was a police lady who directed traffic she had red hair and a blue uniform with a blue cap and i loved her and there was a newsstand run by an old man and he was ugly and i hated him so don’t tell me i don’t know about love and hate i learned early

i already saw this movie more than once

i have walked this way before likewise, seen that moonlit shore this deserted garden looks familiar and oh those distant hills, yeah it’s a dirty shame but it all looks the same every night i return to this street but never learn who is looking down on me from that bridge above the sea from that ship in the night as it floats away from sight and the light that briefly shines through the lonesome pines as the car runs out of gas yes, this way we all must pass and the house on the hill i should get there, but never will i walk and walk and walk there are no numbers on the clock

murder

a found poem

my god she said in a quivering voice he’s dead murdered as you can see who - who could have done it? i’ve no idea, i just got here the window was open and i just walked in he was lying there we have to call the police but first i have an announcement to make helen and i are engaged oh peter that’s wonderful what a shame this had to happen just now look here maurice drawled why call the damned police at all? why not sort it out ourselves the police are only our servants after all yes yes helen and peter cried eagerly there is plenty of room in the garden to bury him whoever he may be and that was how it all began

the traveler

a weary traveler walks down a lonely road to a deserted garden. where are you going, o traveler, and why are you so weary? i am weary because i have traveled a long way, and because i am lonely. why are you lonely, o traveler? i see a light in the distance. perhaps it an inn or a pub, you could retreat to its cozy warmth and rub elbows with your fellow creatures, consume a warm or cold beverage as your fancy suits you, perhaps share your thoughts on politics or art or philosophy or religion. such things are not for me, i walk alone. alone, always alone. night is falling, o traveler, are you not afraid of losing your way? i have already lost my way, a long time ago. the moon is rising, o traveler, perhaps it will light your way. i have no way - no way except to doom. look at this deserted garden, traveler, does it remind you of happier days? no, not of happier days, but of all i ever loved. and what might that have been? the flowers. ah, the flowers, always the flowers. yes, the flowers that bloomed, the flowers that never bloomed, the flowers that were cut and placed in vases, that were displayed in lit windows, the flowers that blew away, that blew away in the dust, even as i…. ah, poor traveler, i will delay you no longer. the flowers that blew away, that blew away in the dust, even as i….

respect

all i want is to be free nobody is forcing you to do anything i want respect whatever happened to wanting to be free? you are the problem, you know that? everybody is the problem there would;t be any problem if everybody just showed a little respect i am sorry, but i can’t use you let’s keep in line there you two, keep the noise down yes, sir, thank you for your concern the security guard gives them a long hard look so’s your old man because there are no solutions