Submitted by Neil McKay on June 21, 2012
Sometimes we lie together,
Not as lovers but as friends.
Talk all night,
Stare at the stars,
Tell scary stories,
Look for flying saucers.
I think I saw one just now.
Inevitably the back of my hand
Grazes yours and you reciprocate.
obligingly or instinctively?
Either way I'll take it.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 21, 2012
In the used book store’s dusty corners
Hard bounds and paper backs
Read out loud to one another
Mellifluous metaphors and crisp prose
Comedies melodramas tragedies
Tall tales and romance
Literary essays pontificate
Philosophical treatises mumble
Mathematical tomes are certain
About everything worth knowing
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 20, 2012
In a time of avarice what to do with anger:
Rant and rave at friends and lovers,
Toss beer cans at television screens,
Dance madly on cell phones and ipads,
Become a monk or imbibe even more drugs.
Perhaps, make love more often,
Hug the kids with gusto,
Watch Buster Keaton.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 19, 2012
Children’s good morning
Scooters clatter on the cracks
Woodpecker’s tap tap
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on June 18, 2012
Iridescent green
Helmeted boy on a bike
Shimmering shadows
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