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 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Ann Beaver
red lipstick
Oil dripping off a dipstick
Lick quick
The chocolate off my blood stream
Colored dream
Of all nightmares
Floating away.
These things gather
Or scatter, rather,
Across the expanse of my memory.
Please remedy:
A needle, a pill, a potion, a lotion
Not to see
Whatever has become of me.
If a fish
Could make a wish
for what would
this fish wish ?
a wishing fish
you say, tosh tish
but if you were
a wishing fish
would you wish for
a new dish ?
or a knish ?
what would a fish
do with a dish ?
and how would he
eat a knish ?
but if you knew
a wishing fish
exactly what
would this fish wish?

If you saw
a little bunny
on a tree stump
counting money
would you think
that it was funny
if he used it
to buy honey
to eat outside
while it was sunny
Just where would
that little bunny
get a bag full
of such money
To me that just seems
rather funny

If you saw
a blue canoe
being paddled by
a kangaroo
wearing shoes
size sixty two
Tell me just
what would you do
if there beside
that kangaroo
sat a rather large
and old gnu
I think I would
call the zoo
but, tell me
what it is you'd do

A bunny, fish
and kangaroo
were all out walking
two by two
they were followed
by a large gnu
I think this rather strange
don't you?
I don't know just
what I would do
If I saw walking
two by two
A bunny, fish
and kangaroo
in fact i do not
have a clue
but I know the fish's wish
don't you?
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Esther
Wallflower
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Esther
She's all alone
Nobody cares
But I do
I care, see, love

She's beautiful
But they don't see
She's funny
But they don't hear

They go about their lives
Not seeing her
Walking right past
My little wallflower
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Linnea Wilson
Charred flesh
redemption of form
creating ashy pigment
too large to see
our passage home
started much brighter
but our bones have
been broken and
nourishment fled
our teeth and lockets
all that remain
left to speak
universal loss.
September 25, 2012
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Haley Rezac
I hug you close
with apologies washed down the drain
forgiven;
pulling back to meet your eyes
they were wet and sad
--two generic descriptions
but your sorrow overflowed--


Don't cry. C'mon Baby, don't cry.

I stroke
every
single
tear
away from your
beautiful blue eyes
while apart of me
crashes and
caves in on itself
for my lover
who's breaking
right in front of these
dry eyes.
Corresponding to my poem, "First fall".
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Àŧùl
The formal union after some more years,
After the flow-away of those familial tears,
We will play together after some more years,
After escape from those few familiar tears,
The sunny beach-trip on our honeymoon.
My HP Poem #349
©Atul Kaushal
 Jul 2013 MITCHELL
Àŧùl
Destiny* had had offered me a choice,
Good memory* or a best friend for life,
I don't much remember what I chose.
My memory had been much more better before a significant road accident.
My HP Poem #350
©Atul Kaushal
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