Genesis
- anon
unicorns exist
- anon
​
unicorns were known to tread delicately
dropping like the snowflakes
that fell and danced
on her porch in the winter
but they were never real
they can’t be
they were too mysterious
and untouchable
the little girl watched such
revelations fall beyond her
behind her and below her
and didn’t notice
that a shiny coat of white
and a horny littered with love
was approaching her
behind her back
issue 6: ποιÎω "to make" vol. 1
issue 5: meta
issue 41: the anonymous issue
I Got Plans
- anon
​
will up from under the fluorescent lights,
cradle your trinkets softly,
vestiges of a life lived,
remnants of time wasted.
​
will up from within the walled static,
carpeted crudely,
strangled by telephone wires,
whispers in stunted electricity.
​
will up from routine,
and be able to vocalize,
what has always been within,
i got plans.
Nikes
- anon
​
I Wonder Why Jonathan's Nikes
Were Of Such Keystone Importance
The Object of Fascination, A Marker of Sunday Night's Ponderings
As Jonathan Wished Upon A Birthday Candle, A Thrifted Star
And With His Family Guilty in Absentia,
Jonathan Wished For Nikes.
Frank's Eyes
- anon
​
if time is linear,
and machines are rendered futile,
then explain to me how the cesspools,
are so aswung with life, a green-blue
vacillation of a life once lived.
Lucrative Issues
- anon
​
his voice dissolved into static,
strings of grey and white,
then colorless.
​
his mind spurred into action,
gesticulating desperately,
for change.
​
his issues were lucrative,
and a tear fell as he sat across form his
lucrative issues.
Freight Train
- anon
​
A coffee, made cold by time
Or perhaps it felt the warm leave your cheeks
As it did when you walked away
Slowly, cumbersomely, on the platform.
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