Dane Cobain… Everything’s Cancer

 

Everything’s Cancer

The smell of cigarette smoke
on hazy summer days
when you pray for rain
and feel the same sense of shame
when your friends,
who cannot be named,
share racist statements

on Facebook pages.

Meanwhile,
beautiful girls turn ugly
by dyeing their hair and skin
and wearing too much make-up,
and who can blame ‘em?
There’s a lot of pressure
to look your best,
and a set of conventions
to attend to,
but intelligence turns me on
and ambition in a woman,
coupled with talent,

has gotta be the best combination.

Look,
it’s simple –
you look the way you look,
so you’d better get comfortable

with discomfort.

If it makes you cry,
you’ve gotta ask yourself,
is this happiness
or sadness?

 

Copyright © 2016 by Dane Cobain

 

 

 

 

 

 

B.Z. Niditch… Water Shortage

 

Water Shortage

Rates of statistics
from catastrophic
climate critics
not listened to;
upon the mountain
a mother and child
under shadows of trees;
only drops of rain.

 

B.Z. Niditch is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher who resides in Brookline, Massachusetts. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

Copyright © 2016 by B.Z. Niditch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Louis Marvin… On A Quiet Sunday Morning

 

On A Quiet Sunday Morning

Oh slight wind blow

good morning birds-sing song of life

The organ and the choral groups
fly from the speaker
on the public radio

church music show

I heard the morning sounds of the military chapel
piano player practicing
the chaplain and I

making twin urine streams in the head

There is a tock, tock tennis ball sound
at a Pearl Harbor tennis event
for kids

 

Louis Marvin-tour guide-poet-gigolo born Burbank, raised hell phoenix, lives/loves the Chinese girls in the pacific island read a poem where the Gin Blossoms played in Tempe, AZ (no one threw a bottle or up)

Copyright © 2015 by Louis Marvin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pijush Kanti Deb… Turning Over a New Leaf

 

Turning Over a New Leaf

The turning over a new leaf

throws down the gauntlet

to the luminous sun-rise,

takes aback at the new leaves-

turning their noses at the nectar

and preferring a glass of hemlock to sink.

The blissful neighbors are prompt

to take down the useful epics by turns

yet reluctant they are

to take a leaf out of another’s book.

Alas! Undead robots they are of dead scientists,

programmed diplomatically

and manipulated commercially from top to bottom.

Paralyzed they are too to own eyes

but ambidextrous to their blockhead ears-

Receiving blindly others’ provocation,

bring about untimely spring in consequence

and shed down before their maturity.

Counseling, good wish and blessing-

the glittering pearls are cats and dogs

in shedding on them

yet putting two and two together

seems to be more difficult today.

Nevertheless, tomorrow is quite hopeful

for a giant and effective push-

delivered by an honest morning

capable of breaking their sombrous slumber,

reshaping them to humans from robots

and rewarding them a reformative zeal

to turn over a new leaf forever.

 

Pijush Kanti Deb is an associate professor in Economics. Has had published over a 120 poems and haiku by Indian and international publishers since June 2013.

Copyright © 2015 by Pijush Kanti Deb

 

 

 

 

 

 

Louis Marvin… Little White Haired Japanese Lady

 

Little White Haired Japanese Lady

we are into you for at least 120 grand
10 years and a few days change
saltines in a cracker box
she sweeps away the leaves and wilted flowers

they take the trash away

the Chinese mother started a conversation with you. . .
on and on it has gone
10 years of life tracking, story swapping

talk-about what ails ya

they can forgive the forthright Chinese woman

bring the chastisements for her haole husband
he rubs us the wrong way like the desert does a thirsty man

 

Louis Marvin-tour guide-poet-gigolo born Burbank, raised hell phoenix, lives/loves the Chinese girls in the Pacific island read a poem where the Gin Blossoms played in Tempe, AZ (no one threw a bottle or up)

Copyright © 2015 by Louis Marvin