HAYWIRE Issue 10 Fall 2017
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<strong>HAYWIRE</strong> <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>10</strong> <strong>Fall</strong> <strong>2017</strong><br />
The Mikado<br />
I.<br />
Non-wilted cherry<br />
Blossoms upon the concrete<br />
Marked by gasoline<br />
II.<br />
Old stars drawn from ink<br />
Simplistic glory in calm<br />
Meditative strokes<br />
III.<br />
The moon speaks kanji<br />
To the cornfields that answer<br />
Its melodic call<br />
IV.<br />
From the village shrine<br />
To where Fuji meets the sun<br />
There’s tranquility<br />
V.<br />
Faces in the tea<br />
From steam rise prophetically<br />
Touch liquid surface<br />
VI.<br />
The ceramic pyre<br />
From the cups set aside<br />
By the tall green trees<br />
Poetry by<br />
James Gromis, 9c<br />
Untitled<br />
What stubborn<br />
Deference<br />
Must be conjured<br />
From an aching mind<br />
To heal the<br />
Wounds from the<br />
Past to let be<br />
The scabs of the<br />
Present and to<br />
Feel the juvenile<br />
Skin patches of<br />
The future<br />
Untitled<br />
The bar is too cold<br />
The club is too cold<br />
The alcohol is too cold<br />
The damn world is too cold<br />
Screams the hot headed<br />
Skinhead lantern hiking<br />
With Jack Daniels<br />
The hall is too hot<br />
The club is too hot<br />
The hippie bags are too hot<br />
Screams the cool headed<br />
Angelic bouncer<br />
Drawing symbols in coke<br />
Untitled<br />
Like a cornucopia<br />
Of fruit<br />
Dost the mind<br />
Spill rich, seedy<br />
Thought quelling<br />
Of lyrical juice.<br />
Exotic reds<br />
Citric yellows<br />
Filling conscience<br />
Beyond the brim<br />
Of comprehensibility<br />
12<br />
Photo by Henri Jackson, 11a
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