The Chronicle | Fall 1997

CHRONICLE FALL 1997

Table of Contents

Poetry, Plays, > 7 >

and Prose

i

Die Elfte Elegie

Hieron

Nocturnal Nonsense

Angela

Beyond All Truth What I Hear When You Sleep

Allan

I

Persuasion

Jen Dial

7

Lady White, Lady Death

Jay

Quixote

The

Hit

Poem Man

Thoma

Joseph

Trend

C

Untitled

ddove

Oedipus Today

Amand

Elegy on Soiled Linens

Kelly

Untitled

Bradfoi

Howl

Holden

Syntax High

Heathe

The Sky is Falling The Up n' Up Our Chosen Voice

Angela John Jo

Mr. Refrigerator

Thorn

I

E

|

!

I

I

Jen Dia

Unimportant

Christc

Untitled

Jennife

thoughts on the airplane

Janci

Untitled

Angela Thorn

After

del

K

Untitled

Janci

Chronicle Compilation

Various

Rain

Christo]

I

I

Nocturnal Nonsense

like the blind

HidiiiiiM

Âťish

do

Braille,

I

am.

green light of the clock, two shadow

boxers piecing together it

could

should be, considered

what

real,

but

isn't

because

m >

tne

from people-1

lark,

spelunkers in a hidden cave,

len days,

mean

where fumbling shadows

literally

everything to

me

evaporate

soon as the sun

rises

that

Beyond

All Truth

sunH

living in those

slow and

1

cool and co butterflies

God in

is

on

t'i

com

kaleidoscopes

"I create life,

I

ar

don't

All things are

with a the

Beyond

all

little

[

tii

mind of

truth there

i

is a

and behind every wall

tr

a beautiful, smil

Walls are crashing

waves on

the shores

and the forces of are a

Come

on,

c c

nati

monuments I'll show y(

Mother taught me h

in

love

What I Hear When You

Glowin

uck themselves

Under sheets mer,

ledh

curls

kI

around three

igers.

Three finger

nd

as

if

you

I

hear your pulse,

hel I

naked and

s

istead 1

in

your palm.

tingling to a in lines

betw

Though my

r

to catch a dar

a

n

skin.

I move moan from your throat,

:k stiffens,

moan moi

a sigh like c

you'v

than moan,

hands aited:

you are

asleep.

your eyes face the ceili

Do you

drear

of those stars,

or away, the

:st

arms of

beaching

fjorc

coast, or

Norway,

into black ses lor farther: stars outside

My 1

hand aroi

still

small.

Allan

hear yt

night? [d

yours now,

pulse

-

you hold

my

eardrums:

Sleep

Persuasion

a slow breeze of colo travels through the laby

of cumbersome bystan to encounter her

standing in the corn sipping on a cola,

and

he

stirring the ice in

as

if

searching for ans in tea leaves.

she wakes to the see

and

lifts

her head

above the carpet of pe as

they were densely ro

if

to

and

all its

cover the room corners and doc

hiH

with a curl gently set upon all

others are shyly

tuckefl

behind his ears

coco^H aquamH

the) arc the color ol

shimmer

his eyes

recent

I

like

discovered

\

iiiii^^^J

in

once clouded by a lump her heart stops for a second as

if

it

dove

into cold

deep

her face invites the

c(

of pink bubblegum as a slow smile

makes

its

way from dimple i|

the icy soda loses inte

as she takes a chani to

move away from

her

of the crowded roor

Lady White, Lady Death

lender whit

She

steals

My

temp

m\

my

rous companion,

da

I've felt her re

erry burn.

K wants me

to have,

her nature spawns from I I

)thers

my

and

need

I

H

>und the waist, g her

uggle to res her CO

her temptations, orts I

away her maybe

demoness womb.

beckon

give in to

my mind. my desire.

venng, with

iress her

my

lips.

Ignite her flame.

jnds me, filling 1

y

body.

wore her dim

nded of

my

sinful acts

by

the anchor of her bold scent

my

fingers

and

ps.

om my h

I

hands,

regret

still

my

practices,

long to embrace her again.

Jay

An

body.

Poem

Quixote

h works on your nerves Hot water on ice.

like

Cracking seams and spines down It

until

breaks your face. In two.

Voices that whistle

And

like

winds

shake the rusty, ancient swinggates

Whisper the crazier thoughts.

Encourage your behaviors.

One hour

later

In the park,

you're swinging off pole

towel around your neck

For a cape.

I

Am Superman.

The

last

son of Krypton.

Your yellow sun gives me the power

To save your world.

I

I

I

my

bones are hollow.

can

fly like

am am

stronger than the biggest Rhinoceros serious shit.

Then, a moment of realization and the voices run like cowards: I

a

catch a sight of myself in a car window,

towel

around

my

neck

There's no

waj

There's no

way

I

I

can save the world.

can save the world.

Hell

m

a

handbasket.

The Hit Man

was not betrayed. belongings have been stolen,

ven being caused any bodily harm.

:r

For

all

I

know

young prince

my a

hand

could be a beautiful

m

Jed and shaped by the stereotypes bestowed

bre

man who

even met the person-

will

predate

women God,

and love his eh

en, fear

and wear an aur

o proud

peacocks shrink

jealousy.

Or, she could

be

my

Doing

all

the th.

Paving her

My

my

sweetness,

moch Midas:

lovely

wished, yet

s I

won

ads,

pride and jo

my

best friend,

Stronger than gr

ity

with a mind

more

brilliant th

sunlight shot pa I

i

arrows of tree

limbs

at

)aybreak

But to

tell

the

tr

of that majors right now. /hat matte

Trend

upon him;

Untitled

And from

her shyness: subtle power.

Even her shyness

And I'll

is

quiet.

then her patient speaks.

learn to be quiet so that

And from

Surprisingly, shyness

I

is

a power: a strength

we embrace

understand what

comfort

is

Somen

in a stranger.

I

Even what she had reacted

Instilling

had reacted to in

me.

see u

her power. Shyness

is

her

me and

power

that

is

strength.

is

it.

promise

I

Id

keep

is

quiet.

lÂŤ

to

sees

in

So

quiet, in fact, that

It

doe

you

hai

ing listen.

then her patient speaks.

The learn.

patient speaks quietly but she hears loud]

And

hear her say

I'll

from.

It

it

You can feel it though. She is quiet Hut And when she is done, she stops to listen, too.

I'll

reacted

1

s

d<

to you.

And

the

quiet.

not louder than her confidence.

It

li

see in her. I've decided to

not to vanquish

Even her slnness

It

I

is

art.

W

to.

I

So, I've decided to learn. I've decided to studs the

t

not something that should be fix

is

It

thing that

Now to.

can hear too.

her shyness: subtle power.

understand. first

I

I

think she

knows

it

because when!

)Ut

can

it.

learn to be quiet so that

I

can hear too.

ddove

Oedipus Today

n year old boy walks past, :d

y year old woman. one on him, >p at the

meat counter.

end giggles, :h

rumbles,

boys look on

in lust,

linded.

out girl looks on in disgust, inded. e

wo

d

is

a very different place,"

n y year old

bag boy says.

bows up Thank you,"

worri in

le

I

to the clerk.

up her tenderloin. like a scepter,

irns to give us an "eat shi

watches them leave,

My

bo\

and

wa

I

Amandl

am

in

end picks up our groceries ahead of /e

me

to the car.

with his nineteen year old

butt.

Elegy on Soiled Linens

The weekly pile of clothes To the laundry I must go With suds

in

hand and

For clean clothes

I

What, perchance, Didst

it

stain

d(j

clothe

have no n

soils thy

whenst

I

laj

fell?

T'was too many beers I cansi For today, do I feel like hell O. soiled linens, Pray

tell, if

not

T' would please

why must

tl

washed who

me more

to

For there, wild seeds must

dirt!

1

Berate

my

Ij

I

filthy linei

must be clean when I*m a

Thinkest

I

shall

begin again

Soil-free shall be the togs l'n

O

Cheer and Gain and Bold a stain I must work ou|

Many

Mustard seed and sauerkraut!

"Out damn spot"â&#x20AC;&#x201D; OUT!

Barnes

Untitled

the bath

smoking iplating lit

I

lif

m floor. My fingernails mustard yellow on the I've got to kick again.

it

You know

irom the wrist of the local nobody. Everybody

He

hot

:ly

on

his

remember

Junction

splotch*

He

lost.

.

"I don't

He just

his purpos

ta

irmation h

know where he was going, know" became his motto. He just

finds himself sitting on a sheet of

:hroom staring

the rusted sink bottoms.

at

m

tops are porcelain white

and serve

)n the sinktop causing

to

about turn to

i

searching for

;

he looke

id the avc

He

ess.

never c

>n that

da

it is,

his secret

power; the fuel to

himself ten times over. Looking past the

it

pits

and peop

its

Who does the

of white.

it in his games of fucked up music, mean nothing to a person like him. Wait,

ge face behind

A

.

it.

Blotchy skin, clogged pores,

green flowing blue and red. Fading

Total Darkness. Unable to see anything.

Unable

icthing to

their purpose.

be ripped of

lost

5es that

id of lime

-

hill

it

drops spread red over the smoky grey counter.

melt into

anything

one

when he needs help? Somewhere, is hidden away deep behind the

There

bastard. :

?

bullshit

little

No

derneath. All the sludge and grime doesn't

unknow I'wo

was how they

didn't

ash into the silent

/erybody

etc.

wasn't depressed, or psychotic, or freaking

re.

ft

tiles in the

is

takes a

floi

.

ls

it

the

as a cool guy," or

ie

just felt like writing a

I

as short as the time

life is

to feel.

.

.

anything. There lies that

blink throws chaos into full streams of red

Iressed in full outfits of blue, green,

must always be

blurry.

the rain stopped.

The

It

\

fter

last

the cold, wet, darkness.

raindrop

from

fell

and flowed away

cold, dirty beige concrete

?

and white.

Blurry and foggy as

So he

into

sits in his

ood drops on the end of his tongue and mixes 1 the warmth in his brain to signal the grey neon s

bright through the thick

ver. in

You

and

can't top cotton.

mass of

And

out, constantly being

polyester, but

don't even think

drowned

in

eat of the sun's corona. Just to be that shirt

that

t

i

i

everyone knows

is

time you clumsily

sorrows

one

you and only you. The

fell into that

puddle of

shirt

tie-

you were or pretended you were something else way you could be. But, I sit here. Yes, sit

10

that

I

person while desperately fighting sleep

I

watch the blood flow from the countertop and slithers

down

lain sink,

the drain.

Ram. Water.

.

.

sin

washes

from the counter, from the nice white

I

fl

I

scrubbed clean so the aged copper seems to give

No

traces are

carried

mom

away

always

no mark on his

glimpse

bite

look

Mustn't leave a spot.

left.

in his

black bag. His

said.

So

this

world.

fell to

it's

me

traces

it

is

i

watch

I

|porceis

glow.

I

x>l is

piece of

h

I

?htly,"

empty

Ci

I

Ihas left

I

I

[rs

I

It

I

ISo

I

Ider.

in this

I

must be

left.

the floor and rolled to me.

and confusion. Now, at

just

No

last

I

t

I

ah

hidden away deep

myself through ami through into the damp

ago as Its I

Turner

Howl

Jazz

hoH

as the

a

vicious

swerAway

bayouH

B Hi

thfl swirlinM with

world

gH

in the

distance

I below the hot sweaty trees

cl

1

;

^ °f the

the

musty stagnation

me

sweet

bottom of

swamp

my

drink

over as brown eyes come to the clarity

ofGodB languidgbodies ping-pony sinning like breathing ice in

my

drink

masks, breasts, beads, liquor ght of the soul

Sex, swine,

sin, fall

night wres

fÂťm

grace

toon from the sun

still

the Jazz howls

a carnal forebearer

predator in the night priests sell per

Hs next to satan taking

souls for that cost

Creole debauchery of the highest order

so

eageH

the kaisfl

B"gs

of jesters dance for the king

Hmion's

throne the Jazz blows

Ihowling

Holden

its

Syntax High

I

am

a child of words.

nursed on

weaned

literature,

off of

windswept pd

and Canada's Victorian taught to cut

my

islesl

teeth

on structuralism and new cr

The I

taste fills

roll the

my

senses,

texture on

my

Alliteration, allusion,

tongj

all

doq

time for seconds.

Heap my serve

on

plate high,

Norton Anthologie|

a silver platter.

The I

me

poetic appetizer whets

tear into the

main course

ri

m

finish the feast with a short-

Words, words everywhere and gallons more I

am drunk

to drink.

off the sounds,

turned on by the suggestion:

This hunger gets

me

high.

The Sky

|

ell

List of

Alley, Michelle, Chris,

is

Falling

Maya

Lunch Tu Alley are seated

Patr

from theJ

ew

Alley:

is it

ith

I

liiH

The sky

.

ed

I

sitting across

is

today?

>u

(He

falling.

is

stares into the sky

that the sky appears bluer every other day.

ivier

use

the

a table. Michelle

at

ce her.

^1

above).

why

v.

nM

I

Patrick

or

:ither

on certain days than others? Maybe

it*s

that's

What do you

too heavy today.

think?

Alley:

But

he sky looks blank, as blank as every other day.

I

may

Besides,

extremel

Hj y

before th

to

;

contains

it

as blank as

it is

it

all

the heavens

|

^larkable. Maybe the sky ire just floating,

down

look

tx

one

at the

isn't falling but

ise if

ere 11

it

-

no

They must have water if

it

is

falling

it

us.

wasn't then

would be

it

would become over

water.

evaporate?

anted

uiged

to.

in

he book

i

down

ground beneath them.

will surely die.

reached

trust

an angel.

but falling, crashing

Only the sky has water and it

must be the day

judge the appearance of the sky. Don't

om a hawk or a hawk from Patrick:

- it

was yesterday and

an out of body experience, returned to in

which she was reading.

babbling on about? :ared

from the depths of the

earth.

illower oi Hecate? is if

by magic. Didn't you notice

me

here

all

No. you are just a figment of

Patrick:

work, you don't

But then aren't we

Alley: Patrick:

my

tmaginj

exist. all

figments of our owi

Yes, yes that sounds about right. But jus

Ik-

doesn't exist in our world.

I'm just a bubble

Michelle: That's right Patrick.

I

Michelle picks up her book while Alley and

ly at

each other.

Patrick:

Patrick:

own

line just go into your

Alley: That's

all

secluded

\iu\i

one ever does. Should we play

We already did that.

Let's think of

som^B

Silence.

Alley and Patrick are staring into the

carrying a bag of peanut

distancH

M&M's.

Maya: Hello Michelle Lee. Hello Alley. (PanMichelle: Michelle glances up from her hook.

:k.

saying

HI

hello she looks around her. sees AJlej and Patrit

e sky

again, and then returns back to her book).

Maya: (toAllej and Patrick) What ya' two Alley and Patrick: \lley.

The

No that's OK.

Maya

Patrick'.'

Patrick:

Alley: Patrick:

Sure.

Hey. I

I

thought you didn't like peanuts

don't.

Patrick looks

peanut and eats it

M&M's?

do you want any

Alley:

he gives

it.

at

to Alley

it

the

He

M&M

and then takes ilivjH

then stares

at

the peanut.

I

'

What was

didn't

it

it

back

at

:y I

gives

after

Maya.

that for?

do anything, don't blame me.

Maya: Well then who threw it at me?

Nobody. It fell from the heavens. The

Patrick:

the

(mining

sH

seeing nothing again throws

Maya: Hey

H

who docs the same thing. who examines one mfl

the peanut back to Patrick

Patrick:

loold,

sky.

/ery-

1

thing tha

too hea

is

ling,

Maya: 1

leavy

E verything

Alley:

at all.

no purpose

t

from the

falling to

in life is also falling.

sky.

we

If

We're

all

only had time to plan our

escape.

Ma) weird

a,

:onversation that has developed

feeling

ing her

foi

becoming too

is

M&M's.

have wings, then we could fly away from

Patrick:

^^Rcns

and tniv\^B !i

only

we had

it

all

happiness.

time

Alle

Iheir

eyes

at the

huge clock looming

in the

distance.

Alley:

It

Why can't we just

take this anymore!

't

stop

time?

Patrick:

does

hopele

t's

it

have to be

way?

this

Why

must we

all

go?

Alley: N

ny since the day

we were

Nobody has

born.

control o ver fate.

Moing

Patrick:

(Silence Allej

H

:

we

T

did. v

Patrick:

B

Alley:

^^M

.I

j-on't

least

I

I

I

Patrick:

figure

some way

out of

this.

H

don't

we just

stop the clock?

one can stop the great clock. Besides even

I

with real

I'll

achieve that remarkable feat?

lelse

I I

Alley:

to

B Why

H

awfi

to go.

stod time.

would just become frozen have

if

in time,

to go.

we'd be right back where we started from, ir let me have a moment of comfort. Why must :e inevitable? Every time I try to forget about ined for, you have to hit me square in the face lined

^M

Patrick:

you alwa that

I'll

|

Patrick:

Alley:

know.

1

i

e any

Bv H

compassion?

lo ÂŁ' cal

-

don't you

just let

me have m\ own

thoughts and

>rify in them'.'

always n

I I

Patrick:

I

Alley:

Alley:

V

1

H

for?

You'd just reach the same conclusion

another.

In. H"'

I

>

So why

wait

'.'

never want to speak to you again.

that

I

|

Patrick turns

away from Alley and

Alley

stares off

staring at the clock. In the foreground Chris, with

towards Alley. He comes and In the

throat.

cinnamon

Chris's food and steals his hut

Cousin. Cousin.

I

over and

traveled far and wide

Alley

tries not to

t<

be?

-

my

Wanting you here by

Cousin, Cousin, please

of ce more

c

see.

me

let

side.

come home

with me.

pay Chris any attention, bu

ise.

steps behind her and shakes her hack and forth.

hug. Patrick

sits

He

big

there and has a gigantic smirk on]

Alley:

Why

Chris:

Because you're

Alley:

I

must you do

am

is

comes

lis

si

Chris

roll.

do

certainly

Cousin, Cousin, won't you I

food beside

Alley pays him no attention so he starts

still

Chris:

sets his

Maya moves

meantime.

,

this to

my

me

cousin,

not your cousin and

I

ever\ single !ousin Jockai

(

never will be

related to each other in any way, shape, or form.

Yes you are mj cousin and

Chris:

love you.

I

Chris gives Alley another hug and Patrick

What are you laughing me again'.'

Alley:

at?

rncally.

st

thought you

I

to

speak to

I'm not. I'm enjoying

Patrick:

my moment

ol coi

I

Inn

revenge.

Then

Alley:

Alley:

figment of

YOU

just can't

my

imagination.

Stand being wrong, that's

al|

I'm never wrong.

Patrick:

Alley:

me now. wh(

you're not talking to

if

A

Patrick:

Then how do you know where we're goinl we've never even been

WhatH

afraid of

it

Patrick:

I've heard terrible tales about that place.

name was

if

l.a/arus. thought

it

there.'

was so bad

that

he

SO

Hid'

back

again.

Alley: Well II

we

if

he was able

don't like

Patrick:

Alley:

It

it

we can

to

come

just leave.

doesn't work that way.

Why

not'.'

back, then wl

about?

He was

will

it

|

named God saved

save us as well?

)d

I

A man

special.

know him and Lazarus did, that's why. i seek out God before it's too late. do now? By the time we did find him, it s.

heard that he lives far away from

I

palace up in the heavens somewhere.

mal beings. rus come to know him? ^^nything while you were young? God his son

J^l

Lazarus

^|

I m our sins as long as you believed

|

z

grips of death to

show

in

will

this place,

Some-

sent

him.

to all that Jesus

down And

was

seek out Jesus.

|cd anything?

Jesus was crucified on the cross

esurrected from the dead?

Of course

nber?

I

he was, but

now

he's with

God

fied to save us?

^Bslieve. just

I ^^M

believe?

we should be saved. sen.

lent ris

once more and seem

lost in a trance until

stimulates their minds.

or good. it

is

It's

not at

all

beneficial to the

actually harmful. There's just one thing

they call fish Seafood and chicken products

Why

don't they just call

>rtunity to

all

meat?

end the monotony of

tversation with his

11

it

own

his current

smart remarks.

meat because not just meat products can be

inple. the inside

o\'

a piece oi fruit

line with lots of other foods.

Hell,

is

called the

you might

I

as well stop eating.

If

you can't

meat w

eat

hat

a

Chris, totally humiliated by Patrick, quickly

so that

;t

he can gain the attention of everyone else around

Does anyone believe

Chris:

everyone has above.

we were

If

we

that

own

their

in

at

predestination?

decisions to

make and nol

we would have no

predestined

rce

/thing

desired.

Maya:

(licking the

cinnamon from

off her finger^

either.

What do you

Chris:

Jockamo?

think Cousin

don't care, and will you please stop calli

Alley:

I

Chris:

But you're

my

cousin and

I

love you.

Patrick starts to laugh again but before he he| art

of laughter

AUej

stares at

him with

a childlike

Patrick sees the seriousness in her eyes and stops

she

disturbed by the diminishing time.

is

He

d in the face.

see that

was

too

approaching taster than ever.

Alley:

Patrick,

Patrick:

do you believe

Of course.

in

predestination?

All the world's a stage and

['

hen

I

die the world ceases to exist.

jumps

Michelle, hearing this statement,

into

mmediK iews

alcly. refusing to let Patrick see things differentlj

things.

Michelle. That's not true

onward.

It

at all

When you

die thj

doesn't care whether you're dead or a

own and

it

Patrick:

I'm not

won't cease to exist just because one just

one person.

I

am

Mitinue Ml its

p]

the directoj

plaj

ends and thus the world ends Michelle: but

it

And

No

Patrick, the world will

still

does. Besides what difference will it

you're dead

Patrick:

how would you know

That's easy enough.

Thai waj

I'll

exist

loesn't

make.

it

it

the wi

I'm immortal and

\i

prose that the world can't exist afte

Michelle:

No

one's immortal, surely not you. Juj

yoursell

it

the

world

Patrick:

Well

I

know

will exist or nol alter

that

it

/way.

7

Jeath. re. t

sure

you'n

won't exist because

lor of

this

worl J and when

Physics don't apply to me.

Oh

Patrick:

before

/erything else will die, including you.

die

I

Michelle shut-up.

I c

)

Wh

pop

don't you just crawl back into your bubble

it'.'

Mic returns

has beaten Patrick

tc

at his

own game,

gladly

a gigantic smile on her face and appears to be

is

at ease.

that the

Patrick:

laws of Physics apply to everyone,

including

the idea that the laws of Physics

Patr

apply to

wa

Alley

do indeed

with a blank expression on his face while

}ly

;ly.

Then, as

if in

a single instance, Patrick's

eyes ligh tup.

Alley:

reach

id

Go d

in Patrick's

What? Why

eyes)

you discover how

are

how

to stop time, or

(Patrick doesn't say a word). Well, what

or maj

the play will

end and we won't have

have to do

to die

Patrick:

T

Alley:

hope

>f

(i

so happy

is

first.

I

you to is it?

to go.

have one

just

question.

Nut

this

V\ fell,

how

Patrick:

Alley:

Well I'm

Patrick:

you

if

suppose

feel

But since time

|exactly.

you must continue.

to die? is

coming

ink of a way. Practically any

shouldn' as

go on ahead /e are

way

to

an end

will

it

do so long

we do Alk

:rrifying cry that startles Patrick.

Patrick:

Alley:

I

>!

Hn>

a dark v

What

Are you OK? what it must be

mind and m\

like to die.

It's

heart ever) tunc

scary. There's I

think ol

it.

wi

Patrick:

Hnl

point.

|nd.

I

^Hi

V

Alley: Patrick:

it

that, I

and now

to die, then

I now. Al

to

that

you mention

it I

see your

don't want to die.

do

is

what are we going

to kill

to

do now?

something and then revive

it

ke to die. (Pause. Patrick sees a biscuit within

<nfl

on the

tal

t

up.

He

This will

looks carefully

make an

at

it

and

sets

it

excellent specimen.

down Your

you please. (Alley hands him

pencil,

if

Alley:

What do you need my

the pen

pencil for? (Patnclf

begins to stab the piece of bread over and ove bread

it

can't be killed. (Patrick

Are you deaf? You can't

you could

what

and

isn't alive

bread).

it's

kill that.

It's

ccfl

usfl

something how would you revive

kill

like to die.

It's

nobody's right to know.

With these words Patrick throws down the p up the holy biscuit and

biscuit aside. Alley picks

examines both pieces and then sees that he

to give life to

Alley:

by pretending

it

(to the biscuit)

holy today.

feel a little

your head

sets

down. She

it

up both hal

frustrated, so she picks

is

How

are

it

can

talk.

you feeling toda\

You don't say?

bobbing cork

like a

that

in

the

In fact.

I

t

H

ocean? Yes,

consuming me. feel like I'm drowning. Help n swim. Don't die, oh please don't die. (Alley tun d\ ing, can't you help him?

I

Oh I'll help him all right. (He picks up

Patrick:

above

Noooo. (The pencil goes

I

straight through

and remains stuck there. Alley sees can't sec

tails

anymore. (Alley looks

out of her chair and remains

Arise

Patrick:

command

1

thee

at

that the

end

Patrick and

still

on the

Arise

*

flooi

Arise

Iroi

So what was it like to die? Is it a satisfa was horrible. All dark and cold. It vvas| coffin with no room for me to even breathe. It w; Patrick: How would you know' You haven't ev< Patrick:

Alley:

It

Alley: Just believe me.

bell rings

Patrick remain

Patrick:

I

wasn't pleasant.

and everyone gets up and leaves|

where they are and

stare

up

at

the

guess the time has finally arrived.

Alley: No! go-

it

It's

too soon,

it

can't

I

1

After the chanting of these words Alley slow

A

|

his head).

Alley:

I

I

be the end alrea

|

H

no matter what one does

Patrick:

Why can't we just

Alley:

to prepare.

stay here?

Why

must we

go now:

nmoned us and we must obey their callings.

Patrick:

Alley:

YH

I I

I

Patrick:

but

>ur fate,

Alley: Patrick:

Alley: \N

Patrick

characte

Alley

change o

it's

3

>

now?

I thought you didn't want to go either?

We've done everything in our power to

late.

u clcss.

H

H

up

:tor

-

can't

you

just

change the script?

erhaps tomorrow

why

not

no vl

H

:w beginn

Why

not today?

ed, but

tomorrow's a whole new

script with

new

n;js.

I md play | you see

like this? After all that

this

that

I

hard work to

don't want to go to Physics?

and Patrick and Alley are lead off the stage by sed in black.

Angela

Up n' Up A coffee

shop

at the

top

of the staus. the coffee drinkers

unaware of her purple and blue and black dye(j

she just stares

over her steaming cup.

and through the mist I

blow her

a kiss that she

misses by two-fourths of a

Oh, what a

inclj

night.

two clou ns

in shirts striped

bh

gold straddle the chairs of their

litt

table, sitting like

dogs ready

missing the music h\

to hall

poun^ an

i

of integrity

and

I

eavesdrop on a converse:

about love and masturbation,

hou could

I

help but overhear.)

she was practical!) screaming

"How to

can he say something

III

you"

"Oh,

I

don't know,

but

maybe

and

that's

it's all

true"

how my peace

passe|

tonight. in a

purple

room

under a dim lamplight fat girl in the comer makes eyes at me, I'll leave sometime soon.

while the

but Inst. tell

me of Oz and Moon

of the

the

Dark Sidl

Our Chosen

tirelessly trudge

I

plots of

abandoned poems

pursuing hich

I

can

all

those

relate, revive

nd replace the "F"s

my mercies my memories my mouth.

with

become one of them share her obsessions.

Toge ther we conquer but

I let

her

battles,

fight,

timidly watch and admire

over her b ack-and-white print shoulder.

She

mu st know lil ce

;

I

stand behind her

a memorial statue,

commemorati ve figure of her previous victories.

She be< ;omes my outlet of escape from so

I

mav

this disillusioned

rru irch into

world

her bold-faced

reality.

-using her battle plan,

see her aspirations

and

.

)

accept the challenge, the task

ecoming a small voice in an ink nse crowd of rioting critics.

A whisper from me among the trenches. in the

mud and

darkness,

uish from her within the lines, r

we

hose

plea for appreciation.

who know

this is

Jen

DiaH

the words,

our battlecry.

Voice

Mr. Refrigerator

I

stomped

into the kitehen hissing a

And slammed my books into the And watched the wood leaves shiv( And hopped around on the warpatl I

Spitting foul

names and even worse|

Because she said

I

lied to her

And you and both know never And she said didn't love her anym And was a grain of sand in the Sal And told her I'd die for her And she told me to die And hit you And some of your heavier magnets And I'm sorry.

I

I

I

I

I

I

li<

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thel

is

walking

closer to library b\

led on

was wc

lg.

down

even

v

at

reraii

because

every thin

sanity.

U

and the

1^1

x>rtant.

Be

it's

n

I

|

nH

could store and more.

it that was was following me wherever know where that was. Every time I in some tree branch looking down.

use

d

didn't

it

was

this

Christ*

\ma

had a huge mural on

life

now I'm

now

to

I

tried

my

best to follow,

and escape and company and

seeing black cats

watch over

me

it

all

over campus,

was when

I

was

they're back to see the sequel, like cult

nt.

lless I

Because

nportant.

iy

it's

not going to be quick enough,

enough, because I've got

Somehow

be enough.

me

it

Unimportant.

I

me

this cardinal

vas there,

o me,

brought

o see a disappointing second release for the

<

hundredtH and

But

i

around

ver the last one fans of a failing

in

that

the cold sun and the facade of a huge

fact that

look up

took the

one and only place

was only

I

limpo

tastefull) I

ross the t

Why

if

it

the pain you more of me to

all

you'll find

was your mistake

mistake to have met you

in the first

to treat

place?

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me

"There's something growing inside

something purple and glowing

I

I

must

sti

wear

find myself

e

imply

fatigue daily waiting for another attack of force aj

more its

words

painful

self-defense that

words

to build a

I

don't understand but I'm grl

all

you're doing

couple bricks

is

In this

ng

at

ce that

li

curling int|

painful

half-moon

one

another not quite 1/2 to 1/2 something like puzzle

we know

but

should wait for the

that vvc

again wait until

until its just right

each other maybe

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is

we try forcing summer and go

they should so

that's the

no good reason

its late

quite In

I'ml

it

for anj

ive wait

n

night an|

only thing to heal

yourself with an intimate emotion on your tongue

and cream where everything

is

is; its

it

it

II it

be sleeping and your

and sun streams through the leaves

you and you even

you ice

think, in

your

in this relaxation

to live twice

infinite

lbled up

I

vorite

d

fal

I

I

want

shadows

life|

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w isdom,

that

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a vessel of

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a tmie|

me

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li

clothes ides into

to be that vibrantly beautiful.

might break. Cradle

explode vibrantly onto

this

me

out

and

I

sunset and

it

turday

all thai

â&#x20AC;&#x201D;

because

my

ol a tree

of purposes. This

and through

made

't

cream when the sun is so hot imagine being but more of an intangible cra\ ing like

in Hell a

let

wouldn't be the same constellation. Try explaii

when your mind should

an

morj

just

compromise.

constellation into a round paper ball and

in

sand

oi sott salty tears that taste like the lover Oi

love this poignant' and realizing

lis

us"

an oc

to find yourself in

chance

i

r full

gently in this e

canvas of sky and

heart-breaker son of the Sun lover of mine."

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me

it-maker

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you aske J so

me

send

to

maili

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of

(full

d bravi

s

and now

empty and

yi

i

trip

and not missing you

at all)

of

mall precious

that

xmsibility Âťur

hands

now

look out the window

onto the Jark side of the

irld

sen itch words onti

per

and

i

distracte< 1

by the

stars

(so brigh from this heig t

who whi Nper

to

me "

and susp mded i

my

feel bereft

i

it's in

so

something from

postcj

i

in cc

you w

in the v(

)

voices:

never see him again"

>etween belief and regret

think of

and time and space the distai ice

and how

how

i

it

cai l

between pe

shrinks in th

suddenly rem

irk

ber the taste of your

mouth

the exact color of your c the trans ent perfection

in

your a

my i

of

eyes

am

harci

struck w<

my

came

is

rage

cold and iconsistenc /e

and

lusi

the great I the strenj as

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you risibility

be wrouj lildrcn c

Tom

loneliness

mselves to sleep for what

He

almost gave them

so

i

fly

and

my

and

i

away from you soul stretches thin

lean

my

forehead on the

drifting out

out into the darkness falling

into

memory

into futility

and love

window

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In a

moment,

^oney in the world couldn't.

Bye, You. left. Me. moment. Away to a fovement away from you. To

Just

the

>eration.

on.

To

next person.

Instick

Angela!

me

Who could be Abel

me. From you.

After

I

wake up with my back

against the cabii

underneath the kitchen sink.

My

shirt is wet.

It's

when

through that

I

feel the cool lick

I

my

try to

stand and notice

Two

yards

away

You

are at

my

I

of the

tiles

pants

my

collarboij

lies the fireplace

feet,

poker.

sobbing.

must have been cut

because you kneel over me, moisten youi with your tongue

and wipe the blood from

my

from you, the closest thing

forehead;

to a kiss

I'm

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un

beautiful

can see me:

my

deeper than your perception will allow

tx.

lant roar of a

th<

il is

thousand

y ripening

bodies swell

t,

curve of hip

>ut

the eyes that whispers

maternitj

can you hear the collective cry? ii

begin

and oh how

1

ley despise themselves for

themselves daily

and the

with ridicule and self-loathing

hardening the mselves almost uncon sciously in

exp

1

of

man

man don't

lys desire

v.

which ca n destroy us?

that

and wh not it

e destroyer

here?

i

was 'he sup reme Gift of creation.

who

i

g

life...

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you

who

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what

God

and

si:

and

it

ebbing bli

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and waste

given you:

ha

you is

locked

and

struggles and politics,

hurt and break

still

wh have

in this

)

the power weak and humble body

:>wing in tears

it

and you may look from a distance at

my

courage and strength

the velvet

honeyed heaviness of m>

my amused

patience with you -

and you may i

will

call

me

beautiful

if \<

thank you on the behalf of

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