| went for a bumpy ride in a school bus. The picnic was on a farm. . In the humidity I lay under a tree And fell asleep until it rained. | wanted to eat, but my paper plate blew away And kept rolling in the wind. | swung on a swing Walked down the road. A grasshopper was squished on the path And things skittered in the bush. In the sky there were many memories gathered. There was a small apple war. But | wasn’t there. Jake TACKY GUITAR SOLOS Big rack For the fish Quarter ton cheese buns Icy cloaks Big shackles Mondays and Apple pie Davor Dropulic ME, WORLD, SCHOOL Back from Hell A Gothic scene With horns and burnt skin wasn’t me Living in the light The sun sets at 12 and dawns at 7 In a foreign country Receiving a new transmission This one is clearer than the past Kiss the monitor The blood trade for electricity God the Devil Rises boiling the sea Work leaves the beach numb Escorted by burnt waves Bearings are set for the main artery Air screams moisture Ocean drowns Sky embraces industry Dinosaurs and Ancient Egypt Receiving a Thingk thought There | was dumping a load of rocks for my mother when it dawned onme. Even when we’re dead in the ground and nothing but bones are left, we are still effected by the weather. Condemned and blessed to experience warm and cool forever. Davor Dropulic THE SILENT SEA Through the night snow, tiny angels falling in thick swirls of impossibly intricate perfection onto silent roads and darkened fields, | see it. Through the twisting trees, dark gods whose trembling, wet branches scrape and slide angrily against one another in their instinctual plea for the sky, | see it. | see it, looming up out of the spinning white darkness, reaching blindly out to me, it’s playground mute under the thick drifts, it’s windows frozen sightless. | see it, as a boy | feared it, this dark prisonous structure sunk deep in the frozen earth, but the years have made it small in my eyes and the fear has curdled into resentment, the resentment into rage. There is a sign on the front door that was not there when | was a boy. It smiles stupidly out at me, shiny and content in it’s plastic housing. Behind it, the buildings darkened hallways seem archaic and useless, like tired, forgotten ghosts. The sign reads: ; WELCOME TO OUR SCHOOL. ALL VISITORS PLEASE REPORT TO MAIN OFFICE IF YOUR VISIT IS DURING NORMAL SCHOOL HOURS. It’s a sign to keep the monsters out, an amulet of protection hung on the hearth, and | stare at it for a long time, feeling the building squirm uncomfortably under my inspection, feeling the world revolve dully under my feet. ‘And then, seized suddenly by a violent purpose beyond my control, | rip the sign off of its hinges and kick the ancient doors in with a crash and run down the deserted hallways banging my fists crazily on the hollow lockers and classroom doors, screaming with rage. “Wake up! Wake up! | know you’re here still, all of you, hiding! Your sign has fallen and | am in! Come out and meet one of the monsters! | can’t remember your names, but your faces have always been the shape of my fear! Come out and see what you made when you made me! Come out ferret boys! Come out white-livered bulldogs! Come out and stand face to face with one of your creations! Things will be different this time, | assure you! | have grown in size and strength and | hold my memories between clenched fists screaming for blood! Are you hesitant to come near me? Are you frightened? And where you should be, for in addition to my pain, | carry within me that of a thousand others, your other creations. It is they that have brought me here tonight. They roll and crash behind me like a stormy ocean, vast and invisible, weeping with rage. The remind me that the true blame for your cruelty lies with the sightless old giants that strutted above us in twisted ignorant authority, and so to them | say: Elders, you cannot keep the monsters out with a sign. You are the makers of children who are the makers of monsters. You put your faith in a mechanism of control and smiled when it passed out the blindfolds, and for that you are damned as traitors to responsibility, veracity, humanity. You ignore the quiet girl who hides alone in the library and swallows her pain silently until her pain grows ripe to bursting and she locks herself in a bathroom and uses her father’s razor to help her do something you can’t ignore. The silent boy who eats his lunch alone by the stairs and takes his beatings quietly is beneath your attention until he finally grows old enough to buy a rifle and climb a water tower. Then he has your attention. Which one of you will come forward to help stop the bleeding? Where are the healers amongst you? The mind medics? Usher them forth and | will show them wounds beyond the tourniquet of time, ignorance that has cost our children a thousand lifetimes worth of loss.” Jamie Tolagson mackenzie | once slept with a guy who had no dick And as many intriguing thoughts. We rolled in a park on the hill With the parliament building a glow and huge Like a stage prop. 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