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The Writer Buries Himself in The Mud Until The Next Rainy Season

by Melanie Browne

where, once again,

he will ramble

through the menagerie

of chaos,

mating with

the masses,

hoping his carrion

offspring

will deliver

the wake-

up-call

that

nudges

the sleeping

mobs

out of their

peaceful

stupor

BAD CHESTER RYAN

after taking his sweet time

nibbling at his last meal
he smoked a cigarette
despite quitting years ago
and he listened absently
as the preacher tried hard
to console him with passages
from the Bible he never read
and telling Bad Chester Ryan
If you believe you'll be saved
but Ryan believes he's beyond
the pale and hope is a tiny thing
that will burn with him
in that chair and after this
he can rest his murdering bones
under deep ground where
he can't hurt another living soul

by Salvatore Buttaci

http://salvatorebuttaci.wordpress.com

*"FLASHING MY SHORTS" -- order it from AMAZON.COM http://tinyurl.com/2d4kjuk

or KINDLE EDITION http://tinyurl.com/2bkms9w

SEPTEMBER 24, 2001

by Lyn Lifshin

brown leaves
on the steps, from
rust and green
to ashen like
the last weeks.
Now on the
metro, I’m sniffing
for something that
smells like
nail polish remover,
for someone
with a bomb.
Last night I
dreamed I gave a
reading but I
couldn’t find any
poems I wanted.
When I open my
mouth, I spit a
black rose


*Lyn's website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm