Cirque

Toonday by Kyle George

Supernova Wednesday

Clipped by Gautami Tripathy

her nagging drowns his strumming guitar
his head bows down and down
closing his eyes, he blots her out

slowly starts a tuneless song
instead of ending the discussion,
this winds her up even more

she again starts on about his faults,
reciting one after another
as though she’s building up a case

he leans back in his big blue recliner
starts clipping his toenails
he wonders if maybe he can

get one of those prefab storage sheds for the backyard
he needs a place he can be alone
and play his guitar as loud as he wishes

if he soundproofs it,
he can use the little shed as a recording studio
more he clips his nails, more he whistles

and suddenly senses something
looks at the darkening sky and says
we'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon

and they mostly come at night... mostly




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photo by carol

With a little Help from Paul

Quiet Sketch Day by Kyle George

photo by carol

Why by Jessica Crisheila Aritonang

Why do the flawless lying in the sky?
Even the sacred scent word is not for my self

Like I was walking morn beneath the rain, crying
Shut the door!

Ah, he smirk is dead in haunted at cause
The thud will never end

I ever mad with the slutty mani for much
I heart you bstrd

Don't you feel the air?
She's just like a million dollar of pleasure

Le o' thee, le o' thee!
Please just pick me up

In the end of eternity


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art by fern