issue 26: heartbreakers' hall of fame
- adg.w (bio)
I'm reaching for a
top shelf solution,
12 years old
suits how I feel -
Like a boy,
Tears at anything.
- a.k. (bio)
It's a childish reflection
on the surface of my immaculate
loss of control
An avalanche of the purest,
honestly falsified feelings of
Tinkling as it crests
and looms over that term
She Was Turmeric
- c.e. (bio)
She was turmeric and left a stain on me as bright as the sun.
- m.g. (bio)
Chapter I: Meet the Prometheus
Good morning, Prometheus
My name is Prometheus
But you can call me Prometheus
I am the Contemporary Prometheus
Brother to the Modern Prometheus
I often see myself in Prometheus
But don’t we all, Prometheus
We the nation of contrived Prometheus
Oh don’t mind that Prometheus
Just another bound Prometheus
So desperately Prometheus
But enough of these common Prometheus
Chapter II: Return of Prometheus
I am the most Prometheus
(Barring Milton’s Prometheus
With the disposition of Prometheus
The tumbling curls of Prometheus
And a body sculpted from a block of flawless Prometheus
Praise this beautiful son of a Bysshe Prometheus
For his genius of Prometheus
Tempered in the gift of Prometheus
And here witnessed in the full court of our Prometheus
Comparing myself to Prometheus
Is an idea worthy of Sire Prometheus
(I miss the old Prometheus
Chapter III: The Rise and Fall of Prometheus
You’re to shudder evoking Prometheus
To fear intrusive Prometheus
When you read Prometheus
You read me, Prometheus
I am rewriting Prometheus
This is how I erase Prometheus
How I replace Prometheus
Welcome to my world, Prometheus
The Empire of Prometheus
I am the usurper, Prometheus
And I herby declare Prometheus
A Love Poem
- m.g. (bio)
It is perhaps a common attitude that the Romantics are romantic fools,
Overly concerned with twittering birds and rattling pines.
In truth, they have accurately interpreted natural phenomena
As the several whims of God: Indignation.
This rock is a heat closer to frozen;
Its colonies challenge his sublimity,
Have drawn us into his searing gaze
That from its serrated towertop
The pattern is becoming.
His conceit requires constant sustenance,
Lest his hanger flares,
And on we he feasts.
This discipline for our flawless love, [REDACTED],
As it still now casts over he.
In the beginning there was boredom,
Then came a glorious detonation:
The Great Implication.
From it, like a magician’s knot,
Endless implications continuously unfurl,
All denying any claims to causality,
Unchallenging the gauntlet which clapped the void.
In the cloth chain exists a single thread,
A splendid helix from two strands woven,
That in its perfect incandescence punctures space-time,
Bending to it celestial beams and human knees alike.
There have been serial attempts to solve Love;
What differentiates these inquiries from others
Is the solution may spoil the problem.
Should love remain unstudied,
We remain undisturbed in our bliss,
And God will extinguish humanity.
The dilemma is thus to you acquainted;
My declaration is simultaneously publicized:
They die, of course.
- m.g. (bio)
If thinking on me then should make you woe,
Then of thy beauty do I question make:
That thou among the wastes of time must go
And fortify your self in your decay.
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done;
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee:
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
I may not evermore acknowledge thee.
O never say that I was false of heart,
Now counting best to be with you alone;
For still temptation follows where thou art,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
But if thou catch thy hope turn back to me,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee.
I Feel Blue
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