Written by Ron Wolf
makes me unsure of going
to this warm, dark place
settle in my innermost
and split me in two
all around is doubt
no one knows from whence it comes
my life’s goal has been
to accrue sagacity
if I had a dime
ennui feeds upon
a dormant mind, makes its home
in the river depths
we all wish to be
we spread ourselves thin
if not for the joy, then to
piss off the rich folk
Written By LunaLali; inspired by the first line of Sappho 31
It rages within me, this hatred For
Every moment that I am left gasping, When
There is nothing but nonsense escaping my lips I
Drown in unanswered questions, in confusion, just Look
For a moment, the intentionally obfuscatory language directed At
My people, my brothers and sisters, our fathers and mothers, and You
Can’t spare a moment to clarify the danger that is coming, you don’t Even
Hesitate to take advantage. And now there is A
It’s coming, we are crossing the line, there will come a day when No
Justice will prevail, when there will only be nails, and teeth, and no Speaking
Nor Explaining nor attempting to reason will prevent what Is
Coming, What it all means. But for now, for now there is nothing Left.
Written by Greg Giovannini
They say he’s sixteen and still collects toys.
They say his Transformers sit in neat little rows arranged by height,
From Bumblebee to Optimus Prime.
They say he believes in aliens and robots.
They say he’s not a child of God;
Moreover, that he disproved God’s existence in his seventh-grade history class.
They say he can solve a Rubix Cube in four seconds.
They say he studied Euler and Fermat while learning to read,
And cracked Einstein’s tensors before ten.
They say he smiles funny, that he broke half his teeth from smiling so much.
They say he’s chipper all the time,
And his smile’s so big, people think he’s Mormon.
They say he’s genetically enhanced, a freak government-experiment.
They say he’s an alien himself,
Green Martian-skin hiding under that human disguise.
They say he’s sick, that his head is going to explode one day.
They say he surely won’t live to twenty.
They say it’s alright, he doesn’t have feelings anyway;
Which is all a shame, because I saw him on the playground yesterday,
Alone in the metal-barred tower, happy.