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

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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.