PLANET OF THE ARTS vol.4no.2 MY ABORTION JANUARY 23,1983 It’s 5:30 A.M. -time to get up- Time to go to the cold, white place. Who will I kill? Somewhere (7 or 8 inches into my belly) You dream in your dark tomb/ womb. I hate you -except You call to me. Somewhen, Another day, another person, will let you Live, but not me. They send me into the opium land. The doctor is white with steel The table is cold iron The knife cleans. I (no longer we) am in pain I bleed from an empty hole. Lie back on the bed, I will move with the shadows. Ah, here comes my ride. XOXO Rivers run still The roof tops Point the way home The Fire keeps burning inside For sale signs everywhere slivers through my flesh The big house not the little one Go back to your room Go back to your hotel The rivers, run still through my veins and I hope everything will stay the same Frank Gaudet October 88 TIME The hourglass never runs out But one sees the end Forever flowing The last touch Is the first Cycles repeated Faster than a halogen light And there you were Naked in the bathtub Water turning cold Noticing that something is wrong I think too much Always wishing I could be like you But instead I stare at time Wasting away And that last kiss before you left Is slowly forgotten Jerry Stochansky 14 BREATHING EARTH SOFT MOIST. GIVES WAY UNDER FEET SUCKING AT TOES TRIES TO CONSUME MOVING ABSORBING POSSESIVE BRANCHES TRAP MIST NO ESCAPE POSSESIVE MIST TRAPS BREATH NO ESCAPE INHALE SHALLOW GURGLING WATER EXHALE SHALLOW GASPING BREATH ESCAPING FALLEN TREES SEDUCE SLEEP FUZZY GREEN BODIES INVITE STARVING SEEKING REVIVING GRAVITY TUGS RELUCTANT DANGLING DROPLETS FROM GRIPPING LEAVES DROPLETS FALL LOST IN TRIUMPHANT EARTH LEAVES FOLLOW CONSUMING EARTH SUCKS BREATH TUGS BODY TO FOLLOW INVISIBLE WEBS SINEWS ENTWINE TRAP MOVEMENT FALLING AWAY VEIN STEM BLOOD WATER FLOWS UNKNOWING TO THE SEA FALLEN LEAVES CUP WATER IN CURLED BODIES IN RESERVE GREEDY EARTH CUPS LIFE IN CURLED HAND IN RESERVE PULL PLAY TEASE LONGING TO BE ABSORBED BACK INTO WOMB EARTH ETERNITY Karen Godbout ODE TO A RAINY DAY Oh, what a rainy day it tis What a drippy day it be j The clouds, they skitter like melting butter Across the pancake sea. I stand and watch them skit tering ‘round I see no sense and yet; While they stay dry up in the sky, I’m down here getting wet. Andrew Lawrence knowing Iam the paper light a touch sound or violence unknowing Iam subject slave student of a point Lesley McCandless June 8, 1988 I had hoped to find that place (where) all things have peace. (where) that those birds do sing (as they should) and that those bells do ring (as they will) and the grass does smell sweet (as it must) as the summer sun is idle. I had hoped to make that place (where) in one clean sweep peace (in the Tuscan broom in the Roman ruin) and I had hoped to proudly state that all had become right. I heard the birds Trang some bells I smelled the grass I saw a dragonfly escape. I had hoped to be and I did. No past no future just now. I remained in love with loving itself alone nothing clear nothing to help me. It is soclose. . John Wertschek PLANET OF THE ARTS vol.4no.2 MY ABORTION: JANUARY 23,1983 It’s 5:30 A.M. -time to get up- Time to go to the cold, white place. Who will I kill? Somewhere (or 8 inches into my belly) You dream in your dark tomb! womb. Thate you -except ‘You call to me. Somewhen, Another day, another person, will let you Live, but not me. They send me into the opium land. The doctor is white with steel ‘The table is cold iron The knife cleans. I (no longer we) am in pain Tbleed from an empty hole. Lie back on the bed, Twill move with the shadows. Ah, here comes my ride. XOXO Rivers run still The roof tops Point the way home The Fire keeps burning inside For sale signs everywhere slivers through my flesh ‘The big house not the little one Go back to your room Go back to your hotel ‘The rivers, run still through my veins and Thope everything will stay the same Frank Gaudet October 85, TIME The hourglass never runs out But one sees the end Forever flowing ‘The last touch Is the first Cycles repeated Faster than a halogen light And there you were Naked in the bathtub Water turning cold Noticing that something is wrong I think too much Always wishing I could be like you But instead I stare at time Wasting away And that last kiss before you left Is slowly forgotten Jerry Stochansky BREATHING EARTH SOFT MOIST GIVES WAY UNDER FEET ‘SUCKING AT TOES TRIES TO CONSUME ‘MOVING ABSORBING POSSESIVE BRANCHES ‘TRAP MIST NO ESCAPE POSSESIVE MIST TRAPS BREATH ‘NO ESCAPE INHALE SHALLOW GURGLING WATER EXHALE SHALLOW GASPING BREATH ESCAPING FALLEN TREES SEDUCE SLEEP FUZZY GREEN BODIES INVITE ‘STARVING ‘SEEKING REVIVING GRAVITY TUGS RELUCTANT DANGLING DROPLETS FROM GRIPPING LEAVES DROPLETS FALL LOST IN TRIUMPHANT EARTH LEAVES FOLLOW CONSUMING EARTH ‘SUCKS BREATH TUGS BODY T0 FOLLOW INVISIBLE WEBS ‘SINEWS: ENTWINE TRAP MOVEMENT FALLING AWAY VEIN: ‘STEM BLOOD WATER FLOWS UNKNOWING 0 THE SEA FALLEN LEAVES CUP WATER IN CURLED BODIES IN RESERVE GREEDY EARTH CUPS LIFE IN CURLED HAND IN RESERVE PULL PLAY TEASE LONGING TO BE ABSORBED BACK INTO WOMB EARTH ETERNITY Karen Godbout ODE TO A RAINY DAY Oh, what a rainy day it ti What a drippy day it be ‘The clouds, they skitter like melting butter Across the pancake sea. Istand and watch them skit tering ‘round Isee no sense and yet; While they stay dry up in the sky, T'm down here getting wet, ‘Andrew Lawrence knowing Tam the paper light a touch ‘sound or violence unknowing Tam subject slave student ofa point Lesley McCandless June 8, 1988 Thad hoped to find that place (where) all things have peace. (where) that those birds do sing (as they should) ‘and that those bells do ring (as they will) and the grass does smell sweet (as it must) as the summer sun is idle. Thad hoped to make that place (where) in one clean sweep peace (in the Tuscan broom in the Roman ruin) and Thad hoped to proudly state that all had become right. heard the birds Trang some bells Iamelled the grass Tsaw a dragonfly escape. Thad hoped to be and I did. No past no future Just now. remained in love with loving itself alone nothing clear nothing to help me. * Itis s0 close. ‘John Wertschek.