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My Clean Pants

In Poetry on May 19, 2014 at 4:51 pm

Listen to me, for i have much to say.

You are to understand that the pants

i am wearing are assumed to be

my “clean” ones correct?

Foolish, how wrong of your

accusation. For i have NOT washed

these pants since they’ve come

into my possession.


I understand if you are taken

back (as you should be)

This must be quite the blow

to your visual scanning skills

that detect clean pants from

dirty ones.


You don’t have to say anything,

i just wanted you to know…


Michael Pinero, USA

The Break-Up Mask

In Poetry on May 15, 2014 at 1:45 pm

A whimper

Not a bang

A smiling mask

With cracks named shame

A whisper

Not a shout

Is what put this relationship out

And I hate it

And love it all the same


J.W. Dalton, USA

I Get Up at Dawn

In Poetry on May 14, 2014 at 2:31 pm

What can be more deceptive

than this October sun?

It promises new beginnings.

Old men dipping biscuits

in weak tea, smile

to reveal missing teeth,

as they turn from dying leaves,

falling from denuded trees.

They don’t think of what’s to come.

They think only of the sun,

of things not yet done.

But when I laugh at them,

my laugh is hollow.

I, of course, am one of them.


– after Lu Yu

George Freek, USA