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Ex Machina
Cough and sputter.
From beneath the depths we were given away.
We tasted our stench and the cold, unforgiving air.Turning over and over, beseeching the silent depths for another chance,
we fought the seconds and their passing.
The depths remained in repose.
We were lost before this moment, before the last turns and the acrid
fumes rose from our numbers and carried us to the end of seconds
passing.
We were lost when we arrived, when seconds were plentiful, when wewere unaware of the oils of our bodies, and before the depths became
stoic.
We just had not yet accepted it.
But now we are learning.
A.K.
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Threshold
Nancy's Buddha statue sat serenely in the shade,
holding an obvious secret.
And when the easy part was over,
I watched you bleed into the new threshold
as though you weren't bleeding by mistake.
Blood, sweat, and curses. I kept vigil with a bottle of water,
afraid you'd keel over, and grateful you never did.
Grateful for the trees shielding us from the sun's mockery.
Grateful for the sweet and empty breeze.
I'd like to say you taught me something new that day,
but it was a variation on an old theme: work hurts,
and this old house was built to fall apart.
Z.A.
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A Thought
What if
We were living inside
That picture with all the dogsPlaying poker?
Would I be the dog,
The hand,
Or the chips they are
Playing for?
A.K.
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Artification II
When I was ten, my only real friend at the time
showed me a bb embedded under the skin
of his left temple. He said, "here, touch it,"and I did. It felt weird. He never mentioned it again,
but it was always there, when we hung out,
playing video games or throwing pebbles
at the water tower up the street from his house.
(Onomatopoeia can not do that sound justice.
If there is a water tower somewherewithin walking distance of your home,
and if there's gravel,
I advise you to hear it for yourself.)
Several weeks ago, I bought a portable recorder,
and I failed to have it on me when a gang
of children passed me on my way to work.They were tossing the word "onomatopoeia," back and forth,
changing the inflection each time. Brilliant.
But I'm digressing. The bb, I still think about. I wonder
if it's still there, the same way that my appendix isn't.
Z.A.
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Fondly
Oh,
The sun is mindful of the days conclusion.
We have been in this position,Under the tree,
Sitting slouched into one another.
Shadows stretching themselves.
Golden hues around us.
Were I able,
I would lock the moment in a jar with holes and plastic wrap.
Capture the moment to stick on the mantle.
There are appointments
There are tasks
There are moments that need to occur
Hold on for a minute longer
And watch our shadows reach for the sky.
A.K.
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PSA V
Please be advised of beacon
caught between all points between
the here and the there.
As time cauterizes
we watch stethoscope fingers
read the irregularity and frown.
Ubiquitous dandelions litter the lawn,a litany of demons, real and imagined.
Z.A.
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365
All the time in the world
Has passed from between these two ears
And here I stand.Trying to remember where beginnings and endings separate
themselves.
Like water creeping up my bare feet and shins
In the river of my youth.
I am searching for the smooth rocks.
To skip along the calm water
And to shout and hug those who came with me.
I am slowly approaching the difficult moments that sneak into our
rooms and hide beneath things long forgotten.
I am watching the clouds move in new ways. Ways I wish I had
noticed when the river was calm.
There will be shorter days.
The river will get colder.
And one day
The smooth rocks will sink past my reach.
I have seen it.
Known it.
Today though, I am hugging the slender frame.
Holding on.
Not letting go.
A.K.
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I Love You Dull Glow
Often I've thought of the Statue of Liberty,
and how she must have looked when she was new.
How time yields a flat green from copper.
I found an unsent letter in the clutter on my desk.
Bereft of purpose, the old words sang
like cracked bells.
I looked out the window
at the last few flaming trees,and saw that bare branches are the ones
that reach most ardently,
fingers to the sun.
Z.A.
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PAGE OFFORTUNE
cut them out and place them in baked goods
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You will found a hip new religion.
8 mins. of sleep on a hard bed.
An old shoe is an appropriate metaphor for the sort of day you are
having.
Treat yourself with kindness and mineral oil.
The sound of cheering will lead you home.
Your income will increase in size, but not value.
Confusion is the uncle to sleep who is the cousin to death. Stay away
from family.
Go ahead, wear blindfold during sandwich.
Second, third, and fourth aid kits.
Seriously, you expected something different?
Paperback love, now with deckled edges.
You will be correct, one day.
~
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ANDREW KASPEREENguides the minds of the future. He also
writes words and sentences and paragraphs. One day, he will
write a book. Meanwhile, he will just make you wait; hopefully
you will do so with patient understanding. He also sometimes
writes here: leonardpwilson.wordpress.com
ZACHARY AYRESis an omnivorous biped indigenous to the
hills of northwestern New Jersey. He has a BA in linguistics from
Montclair State University, and over 3000 hours of experience
washing dishes. At times he is compelled to write things, which
can be found at choptalkytree.tumblr.com. He is mostly
harmless, but offer him food at your own risk.
Thank you for reading! We mean it.