After Supper in the copper light on the brick steps my mother finds time to sit with me crickets in the grass the evening breeze rattle dappled leaves she peels an orange plump and ripe and shares her treat with me when does the sky end_ | ask my mother smiles strokes my head it’s infinite she says like love no beginning no end she draws me to her sturdy gentle arms she knows | want to cry everything completely still this yard this tree the clapboard fence sidewalk cracks nothing | have ever seen before by Clayton Giles You, the Worm Walking to school | see the pink worm writhing in the gutter It rains at the bus stop and a girl in a purple tam Stares at me wanting shelter but | have no umbrella that night | have a strange dream: | am in it suspended beneath rows of telephone wire blue clouds move overhead propelled faster and faster like cars, making me dizzy beneath my left foot isa crow, and you thew worm in its mouth Afar off sign reads lowa 8 miles west I’ve never been to lowa. -Kasey Goidstraw Planet of the Arts Volume 7 Issue 6 page had lunch with End today. He was normally depressed. | tried not letting him get to me. Fuck he waved through the conversation like it was some sort of blissful beginning. He told me stories of wars, greed, and lost worlds that were inside my mind. Where do you grip insanity when you are dining with it? The End was wearing a lirne green three piece suit. He was a tall man, in his sixties, | think. One can never tell the age of the wise. He looked directly at me. Your time may be up soon. Don’t worry though - everyone goes in time. The salad that he was devouring must have been in the refrigerator for years. You couldn’t distinguish which vegetable was which. | don’t think he even cared. | lit a smoke and the fire burned out. | took a drink - the liver dripped. | took a deep breath - lungs popped out. | opened my eyes - the light dimmed dull. Yeah you're almost there. Can you feel it? Come on now let’s go out and play. | was on my back grabbing for time. Who’s going to pay the bill? | said. Don’t worry I'll take care of it. Neil Eustache The place stunk with rock and roll. It had ail of the symbols of sex and drugs. We had all of that cool shit on our walls to greet us when we got home from our jobs. The posters of dead rock stars, the posters of naked women. Old condoms on the floor of the bathroom. | was some sort of artist with nowhere to go. My roommate had nowhere to go either, we dreamed of women coming to our apartment in the ground to fuck out the troubles that consumed most of our time. I'll sit and write about the past and copulate about the times coming. Holy fuck life is so good on the fast track. The devil rings our doorbell but we are never home. The devil comes in anyways and waits for us with roses and wine to give to girls that we can scoop with our devilish charm. Oh yeah | love the devil. Hey man put on some of that Van Halen. Let’s pound the shit out of our heads and go out and find someone to fuck. Jimi Hendrix, let’s relax on the shitter sofa drink some beer. Hey Bob Dylan roll me up some dope and let Zeppelin swing. Turn it up man. This place stinks with rock and roll. When the light dims so does the power of the stereo. | rode her all night. Smoked my dope and found the heaven in a pair of Levi's. Neil Eustache 16 -Poetree a tasteless seafood joke as two starving beggars stare at each other warily across the deserted, barren sandbar neither suspecting in their fevered hunger what shoud have been obvious to both -the tide hadn't come yet and in a matter of hours whichever survived would be tossed out on the sea with the other's hardly touched carcass and both would become dinner for the crabs by ffej a mind garden there is a place, a center a point far from here it’s over there it’s nothingness we long for it’s the shade of a sunburnt ledge a thousand suns live in my eyes burn my cheeks live hollow lives and wonder aloud and wonder aloud its all dusty and used up here on the storefront of my mind on these oldest shelves no bread there can i find itis the wind it isn’t in the wind or on it itis it itis it the blowing gale makes a mind do funny things like eating toothpaste like speaking yiddish like seeing stars or the possibilities in her eyes its like that pig in the mud smelling like bacon, like sizzling like my frying mind this is your brain in a frying pan, man in a fire in her eyes when i think of the days of my youth not yet spent so much wasted on petty meanderings wandering around the foot of huge grey problematic towers of lost experience of unnatainable certainty i wish just for a blinding second that i could know something anything for sure by ffe; Planet of the Arts Volume 7 -Poetree After Supper in the copper ght on the brick steps my moter finds time to sit with me crickets inthe grass the evening breeze rattle dappled leaves she peelsan orange plump and ripe and shares her eat with me when dos the sky end ask amy mathe sms. stokes my head itsifnite she ays. tke ove nobegining no end she draws me to her sturdy gentle ams she knows | want to cry ‘®) || everyting completly sti i thisyad thistee the clpboad fence sidewalk cracks satting , ve ever seen before by Clayton Giles Evers You, the Worm Walking to schoo! | se the pink worm withing inthe gutter Ieransat the bus stop anda gi ina puple tam starsat me wanting shelter but have no umbrella that night havea. strange dream: lamin it suspended beneath tows of telephone wire ble clouds move overhead propelled faster and faster like cars, making me dizzy beneath my let oot isa cow, and you thew worm inits mouth ‘Afar off sgn reads lowa 8 miles west ve never been to lowa Kasey Goidsiaw Issue 6 — page had lunch with End today. 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