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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (March 11, 2016)
Page 14 Poetry Street Roots • March 11-17, 2016 Days by Daniel Cox Days gone by History melts with each moment that passes by Every day the same scene Life and death have their time It does not feel right It’s like a passing dream and then it’s gone This is Me by Rachel D Meandering about, crazy hair and tie dye, wandering the world. This is me. Time to think, Marvel and dream, idealize my society. This is me. Stricken Gladiator by Avendor I’m trying not to act nervous even though I see a lion coming down the avenue late at night without a soul around. My poetry these days is simply an attempt to pay my toll as I stagger along the bridge of madness. You know I am a gladiator who relies on his compassion, creativity, resilience, and idealism to stop battles from even occurring. But when they do, I’m often beaten down and sent to the insane asylum to recompense, resurrect, and re-engage. But God, if you permeate the universe, then stop me from going back there. Because now I have a cat and I love her dearly, and I don’t want to lose her to imaginary lions. Who an ordinary man would dispel with a wave of the hand or perhaps a brave one, slay in one quick thrust. But really, “a plague on both of your houses!” No, not on you but on the gods of my minds’ divided kingdom. As my cat and I look on over the emerald sea who with clasped hands pleads with the night. Just a stricken gladiator and his beloved companion. But it’s connection I crave, community I need. Too bad man can’t be an island. CHUMP 2016 LAUGHINGPLANET.COM
