ION INDIE MAGAZINE September 2014, Volume 4 | Page 69

Our next word sculpture is a repeat artist nut I could not help but appreciate the concept and inspiration behind this
poem. I can always relate to madness in any form. Enjoy as DANIELLE PALLANTI opens your eyes to the view
from within insanity itself.

The Schizo-Moving Picture Show
By Danielle Pallanti
I can see that you're upset
I see you don't agree
Your voice echoes
Bouncing through my misery
I hear you brought some friends
I hear them, loud and clear
Each one glimmers in my mind
Shattered glass to walk my fear
As each word takes a bow
And plays an encore
To a song so familiar
Of a rhythm from before
A cry from the left
Is countered by the right
In this fight for attention
Is where they will unite
These mice run a race
Ragged through a narrow hall
With the directions they give
They hit their head on every wall
I try to make some sense
Of this frantic display
I tell them to slow down
They can't all have their way
But the show must go on
There is no time for rest
It's the Schizo-Moving Picture Show
And we've finally found a guest
As this month’s craziness has been fun, I find myself naked under the sun. Toiling with words and wondering why I
cannot reach up and take hold of the sky. It seems to me that it is all around, but I cannot get myself up off of the
ground. So inside the vault I will reach for something juicy like a ripe peach.

Agonizing Retreat
By Shawn Joseph
Dreaming forlorn
Beginning undone