Cook For A Stranger
by Aaron Carr
The boy in the living room he was so inviting,
eating griddle cakes and hash browns.
He cut his food in squares and sipped milk
after every few bites.
The warm meal melted his face and nose
red because his heart told the blood where to go.
Find A Book in French
by Aaron Carr
Find a book in French
and understand it better.
I want you to wake up in a pool of saliva
and learn that all the talking you’ve talked
was just prolonged babble in your sleep.
You will then drop the bouquet of flowers for your fiancé,
gather them,
and soon stand back up face to face
with the prettiest young gal you’ve ever seen.
Entropy
by Dan Piotrowski
I work on puzzle
On a day of bad weather
In the old abandoned house
By the dried up lake
I stare at two pieces
That don’t fit together
I enjoy the image
The imperfect union makes
I realize that it won’t last forever
But I do what I can
I do what it takes
The pressure applied doesn’t make it any better
Eventually entropy makes everything
Fall out of place
I lie down on the cold cement
Remembering all the time I spent
Failing at every attempt
At listening to the words you spit
My eyes cross
The world has changed
Slightly altered and rearranged
Colors faded, sky’s turned gray
Now the darkest pain has come to stay
I’m trying to dream
But thoughts of black come over me
Shadowing all that seems
So clear and obviously
Wrong
Hands
by Dan Piotrowski
You mold and pressed me into something beautiful. Something powerful. In your vision you couldn’t see who I would be. What I will become by you hands. What will I become by your hands?
You Molded and pressed me into something powerful. Something Horrible. And now you plead come back to me. And you scream:
Look at what I have done with my hands. No time, no place for what I’ve done, with my hands. Destroy all those evil hands!
But they cannot be beat because all the evil of the world will learn to use their feet.
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