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— Recent Poems —

• Ever think, feel, perceive something and want desperately to share it w/someone; and can't? And know you never can?

  by jared (i, iii, v), and cone (ii, iv, vi)

  I

  Ever think, feel, perceive something and want desperately to share it w/someone; and can't? And know you never can?

  II

  Yes. Yes! How frustrating and very disappointing that can be sometimes and yet

  III

  "that," means nothing; we do the frustrating and disappointing and yet

  IV

  whether or not what we experience is a direct result of deciding to actively pursue clarity

  V

  Some might call it opening the eyes, unplugging the ears and closing the mouth; oh and tuning out the committee

  VI

  And some might call it blowing the top off the social norms if some magic hand were writing the script
• Listen to the hemidemisemibreve, kay?

  by Chris (i), Kevin (ii), Trey (iii), Jason (iv), Dave (v), Stephanie (vi), and Abbie (vii)

  I

  Listen to the hemidemisemibreve, kay?

  II

  Follow down the ouncespounds and drownsarounds

  III

  Take a left turn once in pwnytown.

  IV

  Don't look up; they'll stare you down.

  V

  Just enough to silence your sounds

  VI

  They fall within reach and then float away

  VII

  Like a drop of rain outside my windowpane
• Lifeless puppet, no hand inside the sock

  by hork (i), Holly (ii, vi), Jana (iii), Wayne (iv), Kevin (v), voluminous (vii), and danellopee (viii)

  I

  Lifeless puppet, no hand inside the sock

  II

  Muppet. Moppet. Marionette. Rife with metaphor.

  III

  Chocolate chips and pickup sticks; life is such a bore.

  IV

  Boredom spread in Facebook thread; new Mafia War.

  V

  This was nothing like the MySpace that had come before

  VI

  Pink squeaker toys for dogs can only be so cute before they get creepy

  VII

  but consequences be damned, the loofah just seemed to *fit*

  VIII

  Now to conjure a convincing story for the Urgent Care doctor…
• Home again, I find myself

  by Nancy (i, iv), Liz (ii), and Preston (iii)

  I

  Home again, I find myself

  II

  Humming the tune to words lost, back home again in Indiana;

  III

  thanking and praising the Lord...that we ain't in Alabama;

  IV

  She clutched her cabana Lilly to her breast
• I once was a duck

  by blahed (i), nwah (ii), Stephen (iii), and Laura (iv)

  I

  I once was a duck

  II

  But now I ain't shit

  III

  I try super hard not to forget

  IV

  But still leave home with no pants