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The Lizard King

Submitted by Hannah W. on Wed, 10/21/2009 - 00:29

I walked through the deserts,
the breezing brusing my shoulders,
becoming my breath,
whispering my name.
So I followed it.

It led me through the barren brush
stiff and wide-awake
and the dried husk of the moon was rising
into the indigo night.
So I watched it.

I thought I heard cold voices
and saw orange eyes glowing back
like half-set suns they watched me
and the voices rose like wavering heat.
So I listened.

Words were not their ways
as I encroached upon their land

Summer Days Are Here

Submitted by Kyleigh on Wed, 05/13/2009 - 04:46
Summer days are here: Afternoons with hazy drear, Vacation’s sweet release, Escaping into peace.
My face is red, and oh my head, Evades not the languid torrid.
Feel the heat of the day, Receive humidity from the bay, Oh, for winter’s rain! My heart longs for the heat to wane…
The tread of unshod feet, Heats like burning peat, Incessant smog hangs low, Shadowing every lonely crow.
Haze hides sun and sky, Every day ends with a sigh: Air conditi’ning’s sweet relief, Thou, summer, please be brief!
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