08/01/2022
So in our January issue we do a group poem every year called an exquisite co**se. The way this is done is each poet writes a specified amount of lines and then the next person only sees the last line they wrote to work off of...I am happy to bring to you all this years exquisite co**se from Josef Desade, Icarus, Rebecca Morin, Sarah C.T., G Edweird Cheese, Camo Salve, craig Richard Reichenbach and Porcelain Rose Depino/P**a Jensen...
Matte canvas; starless sky,
A vast silence and twinkling fireflies,
A dream of things that once were,
Silk lace and fragrant myrrh,
So dance beneath the moonlight,
Where the halls of forbidden lips caress each
other,
Where the saints become the damned over simple
pleasure,
As hopes no longer exist in their broken heart,
Lifeless eyes are coated with a touch of hate,
A decaying soul accepting eternal chaos,
A brief existence always being their barbaric fate,
Mayhem has finally run it’s course and it shows,
The chaos collapses, the anti-thesis of anarchy
starts to begin,
A senseless sense of false serenity slowly seeps
in,
While the TV screen screams static with a
radiation glow,
We rapidly succumb to apathy; a cancer of the
soul,
Divide cells haphazardly,
Racing towards a hole,
Replicating at faster speeds,
Our bodies merely mold,
F**k...I pulled a muscle while crying,
From coincidence or life, I don’t care,
Try me. But meanness in the eyes of divine,..Never. The firmament won’t snap,
A bed of lies lay in her lap,
Living ever so slowly on borrowed time,
A somber moment not wanting to be left behind,
I felt alone inside my head thinking, who am I?
Looking up at the stars trying to navigate my way
home,
The constellations that once guided me clouded
over,
My road ahead dark, nothing but the sound of
emptiness.
