Janus Heinous

She wears that new dress with stolen pride

When you carry so much grief and disgust it’s hard to have your own

Naturally it is white

This is not her fault

It is natural to wish upon a star

To wish for something she will never have

She trots through town her and her lease, her veil

But she fools no one

I know

You know

We all know

Yet we act as though

We treat as though

We console as if it were human

This she clearly is not

Her sins quickly take hold of the dress

A black ooze protrudes from her every orifice

Some more than others for some flow with more ease

Her dress quickly turns to black

The sins are out the truth the lies

I dub thee Janus the Heinous

-- Tony Aguilar

That was the moment where everything made sense.

This was so much more than him and I,

and I needing something.

It was more about some kind of truth

that I could no longer deny.

-- Taylor Wade

eternity arising from fleeting shadows

of make-believe unities

a struggle against a preoccupation

of the senses demanding attention

a constant validation

of the urge to co-create

trying hard to sublimate

the unconstrainable flow

desirous of maturation

attempting relief

where love’s tears

lay wasted on barren sheets

overcoming by submission

to the elixir out of reach

the melody of existence

the matrimonial permanence

beyond the illusion of self conceit

-- Stephen Linsteadt

Open for business

7 days a week

fast pace but no drive through.

Lines usually crowded and noisy

the receptionists smoke too many cigarettes

and leave lipstick on their water glasses.

And all around is musty

like clothes that were left out to dry

but never did.

All answers are for sale

80 percent off an already reduced twenty.

Just join the line

make the best of it, share a smile

crack a joke and your time will come.

Shopping spree at mall universe.

-- Eduardo Valadez