After St. Jude
Luv;
In a time
Of the relentless eternal now.
Thumbed love.
Index reward.
Crept in unnoticed
To our welcoming hands.
Silent études.
Ēgoportrait.
Twilight—twice dead.
Dawn chorus—self aubade twitters.
Dusk—a vitiated hashtag.
We are as….
Clouds, without water.
Sea, without waves.
Wonderless black stars.
Satellited blind spots.
In love’s translucent
Feast.
- Jude O'Mahony
Main Street
Every sound is feverishly loud,
A screeching blast of something inhuman.
How Aaron stays asleep is not the mystery.
I only wonder at his dreams.
He has lived nothing but love
And screams are soothed with whispered
Strokes. What can he know of chaos?
If my heart can sway his unconscious mind,
I hope it guides his dreams to see
That sound is not more than pianists’ plinks,
That it is my footsteps nearly there,
Pulled by a force greater than gravity or even love,
To watch over those thoughts I know only in my bones.
- Andrew Calis
FRUSTRATED TRILLIONAIRES
I wish I was like you, living artlessly
in the cottage. My freedom is shattered
in every step I take. Dogs fence me up
as if I was a stinking meat and may
turn against me in the next while.
Stress becomes imperative as well as wealth’s bulge
I never have phobias after a monstrous parsimony.
I got an arty mole but its dagger has
bled my peace of mind in a speed of light
but yet so many folk out there still lust to be like
me at any price.
Values have no time pleasing me again. Happiness and joy
Are more than what cash can buy, but those in brutal
Poverty feel that financial happiness is the key but
it is always a stone throw to evil. I am plagued.
With financial happiness even a genuine rival is an
enemy. Covetous men are grudging as you grapple
to get out of mental hazard and all maid’s
fawn raffish men even with murky faces.
- Celestin Taku