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Madhouse Enormity

We shout like Russians. Ever-so-tragic.
My father, the poor devil, feeling sick.
We've planted our tree on a landscape of vast sadness.
Our tears water weeds that kill us.
An immense saga all night long.

The police with their slugging faces arrive,
baseball bats ready for a homerun. Sideshows
of fellaheen gypsies on the main driveway
of our house of noble where horrified women
cast spells for money. It's like an incantation,
a cameo hotel, a flophouse of Chicago, full of
strange commuting children with milky white thighs.

We talk excitedly below a huge portrait of
the cancer stricken patriarch. We burn our diplomas
and the police applaud us. They beat my father
into bloody anonymity.
 
MARINA GIPPS

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My Comments, When I Read An Excellent Poem.

Verily a poem of this artly expressed talent
did knock me over...
I originally hail from Chicago, not Dover.
I know of art in it's raw, rarest form...
This written piece, rates of very high marks
well above the averaged norm.
I enjoy being of a high intellegenced quota...
Of all i have written or thoughtly-wrot'a.
My head may explode from routinely
patting myself onto my back...
Some would say i'm full'a myself,
I don't care-Poetry's my talented knack.
 
Michael Gale

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  335.     

A ssong: Never ending New Years

And i'm drowning in theses tears i cry,
While your smile tries to catch my eyes
But living is so new to me
And there's some where else i'd rather be

Bridge:
And yet there's gamblin in the streets of chicago
gun shots ringing on till tomorrow
Don't know what it's gonna make of me

Chorus:
I, I gotta get outa here,
I gotta fly some where new
Gotta make some thing else of me....
You, you've got dreams to, i'm gonna see that you make it through,
And you'll be, more then me

Verse 2:
Life never told us to be this way
It's much more difficult then what we say
But now i'm starting to realize,
that life is all just one big surprise

Chorus

why do we have to make this, so difficult on ourselves
day dreamin, of some where else....... But i still gotta.....

chorus
 
Brittany Koster

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  336.     

Who's In

Some of us lost before
the game was even over
like my buddy who took a spill
on his motorcycle in August
and snapped his neck
on a curb off Halsted Street
or my close high school friend
that grew apart with years
before the night when the
Cubs won the division and
his wife decided to
plunged a kitchen knife
into his heart for dramatic effect
then there was Billie
who lived in a tree house
one hot Chicago summer
before he had enough and walked over
to the Ike expressway and leaped
into the path of a speeding semi-truck
didn’t have a chance to survive
a bad decision like the neighborhood whore
who at the age of 26 felt it was easier
to place a.357 magnum
in her mouth and pull the trigger
or my grade school acquaintance
who choked on his food because he yelled
at his mother why she served him some more
some of us lost before the game was over
Now let me ask you, are you still in?
 
Charles Lara

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