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My throat is hoarse
from yelling at robots
about the beauty of difference
and the benefits of change

They just smile and nod
bob and weave and
dance and drink
looking for an app for that
waiting to clock out so they can get on with their lives
only to get up and do it again tomorrow

The smell of singed flesh
fills my nose as I watch
these “beings” surrender
to ticking and tocking
limbs become electronics
electronics become god
and wife and friends

“can I buy you a drink?”
I ask the blond
whose blouse is buttoned to her
collarbone (just barely visible)
shows stress and strain
“Huh?” she replies never taking
her eyes from her phone

“one for the road” I shout to
the bartender who had long ago given
up on life
I am on my way to join him.


Brian Feist

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January 25, 2011 at 1:16 pm

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A shadow blowing smoke.
I am a single orange eye
across the parking lot.

Two shadows dance
framed by a night bright gazebo,
a velvet forest backdrop.

Music in their heads
pulses rhythm lower.
Flesh of hands, of face have become
naked bodies.
Flesh, unashamed.

Lips meet.
Persistent butterflies
battling for the same space.
Small gasps escape
mouths half open.

Even the trees seem to turn away, embarrassed.

I wait a moment longer.
A flash through my mind (you) and
I leave to go home and feed my cats.


Sue Zalokar

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January 12, 2011 at 11:25 pm

Little Sister

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little sister
hold that sneer
do you honestly believe
these hips
havent been there?
do you think
the scent of your smile
the lack of laugh lines
around those beautiful eyes?
do you think
i havent felt
the fear behind the flirt?
or the desperation
in the promiscuous slide
of those arms
around his neck?
rest assured
little sister
a grown man
doesnt require
the honey
between your thighs
to grant his protection…..
and he can’t
be your validation
no you ain’t
the next barbie doll queen…
u just another
little girl
trying to get grown…
rest assured little girl
that when
beauty was my only weapon
i was
a beautiful woman….
don’t let that gaze slide
over these scars
in such a sinister fashion
hush up little one
and listen….
they rest on my skin…
i valued my loved ones
over vanity
they are marks of honor
not shame or sin….and i am not
gonna hide them
to ease that smile
or your comfort
back into place…..
rest easy child
i own the skin i live in
its values or content
isnt contagious
you wont catch anything
by sitting next to me…
except maybe the ability to see past
those narrow little misconceptions
you seem so intent
on keeping

Julie McCurdy

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January 4, 2011 at 10:44 pm

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