Month: March 2025

• Jennifer Godzilla on a Space Sofa

  

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  She is beautiful on a space sofa

  The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail

  A tale of breathlessness

  A tale of wind in the face on a warm summer day

  Vanishing, all

  Planet Marzipan

  Jennifer Godzilla

  My apartment in Santa Monica

  I learned to play the harmonica

  And the neighbors grew distasteful

  I just wanted to sleep on an edifice

  Down by the ocean rolling

  Cuddled up with rocks and sea salt

  That smell of the sea

  I dreamt about it again last night

  I need to dream of a better world

  For all these dumb cowards

  These faux patriotic nightsticks

  Kicking away human rights…

  And yes, space

  To float unfettered in a world of quiet and peace

  Like sleeping on a cloud

  Instead of a death hammock

  I have to close my eyes and just grimace

  Sigh, clutch a heart

  Breathe, stay inside

  Clench and shiver

  For the bombs are bright

  And hurt my human eyes.

  

  By

  Aaron Echoes August

• Nectarine Scarecrow

  

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  Engine soul of autumn gone

  Spring on the precipice

  The green, the warmth

  The birthing forth of old new life

  I sit in a tree with a yellow journal

  Scratching ink into paper

  As the sun shines like a nectarine in the sky

  The leaves chime green notes

  There’s a stream in the valley

  It meanders like a man on the moon

  It rattles like shards of blue time

  I see life in a flurry

  All the people in such a hurry

  Running back and forth

  Just trying to live

  I see the ocean of flowers on the horizon

  On the grand shelf with the timepiece shaped like Napoleon in a war suit

  I see the scratchy red canyons

  The blissful white streaks, the drifting salmon bands

  The strata of compressed shellshock and fortune-telling sand

  Taking hits of helium at the dry creek bed

  Like a ravaged, bad-ass cowboy of old

  Strangled, crooked trees for blood life canopy

  Trying to make fire with two rocks and a comet

  Getting higher, lighter

  Floating like a barbaric straw man

  Snagged on a lighthouse

  A scarecrow at sea

  Rough clouds shouldering in

  Like school hall bullies

  The rain thunders

  The lightning is wet

  There’s a man in a rubber suit

  Riding a bolt of Thor

  I’m drowning in dystopia

  It’s so late outside

  But I’m afraid to dream.

  

  By

  Aaron Echoes August