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The G-Spot
November 2002

G-Spot Open Mic

Thanks for all the great poetry submissions.  We had so many for this issue that we decided to put them all in one place.  If you have poetry to submit, just pull up a chair, bust out your bongos, sip on your latte and send it in.
Before the morning about the day
By Seleno Ramirez
 
 
today i had time
 
watched the sunrise
 
black faded to blue
as i tried to find your flesh
so i could retrace the spots
on your skin i had kissed
and i thought, what strange times we live in
we watched the towers collapse
we watched enron collapse
we watched all forms justice
and reason collapse
so what are we left with?
CNN
a bottle of multi-colored
anti-depressants
and those bar stools
where we sit on the world
as it spins that nauseating spin
and when it stops
do you think we will be able
to feel the entire world crying?
on the first day of the last
and if i could paint that feeling i would
and if i could sell it
would you buy it?
put it on your wall to remind you
that through all the world’s separation
tragedy can always unite us
like a rubber american pride sticker
stuck to the bumper of some lonely house wife’s suv
listening to news radio
realizing she is loved
because her freedom is protected
and freedom is the dream all dreamers believe
and love is the remedy for all the violence of life
so will you sell me a little affection?
and give me a little independence
so we can dream together as two
somewhere between clarity and imagination
because our differences are our strength
do you feel the tedium
that sets in with constant understanding?
so when i begin to wear on your soul
will you show me the spots ive rubbed raw
so i can leave to your solitude
and find me again when you are healed
so you can remind me of the beauty
that i so easily forget
like tonight
as i drive through the city
it seems man is always building something ugly
or he is making something ugly by destroying it
makes me wonder if there’s any saint that could save us
blind us with the light of the miracle of life
and teach us again what was lost with childhood
but for now i think ill just escape into dream
and lose this sadness for a while
until this room turns light
and i am lost again in the madness
Boulder
by Jadi Morrow
 
 
Nurturing
This town
With its broomstick skirts
Dragging across the bricks
Of the pedestrian mall
Musicians gather here
Beat their drums together
But not for money
 
Boulder
Nurtured me so much
Why can’t it take away the fact
That I was your brute mare
I bore your child
Because the one you loved
Could not
 
Distant
You have been out of our lives
So long
Now you want to kill me
You couldn’t accomplish it in the physical
So try literal and figurative
Completely.
 
I can’t run any longer
Well I could, I might
Two fat ladies sitting outside
Tell me of my imprudence
Strength and love
In Boulder
Loved by another
Who bares your reactions
And responsibilities.
 
Nurturing
This place
Mountains that sing
In the winter
And Rolling hills that reflect
The sun in the summer
I will be all of Who I wasn’t
With you
Here in Boulder……
spending goodbye
Brie Iatarola
 
 
 
Single...
like a dollar bill pinned to the wall
of a cheap restaurant. 
Spent.
Never going back
to her first wallet.
Diana
Genevieve Betts
 
 
White bride,
the sky cushions you
like Leda's eggs,
nestled far from earth.
 
Someday, they say
she will be the red of blood,
losing virginity,
her chastity graying always.
 
Thin crescent cookie crust,
impregnation,
regularity of the mother goddess
when she menstruates the tide sideways.
 
It was Buzz and Armstrong,
skimming the surface
with the traditional flag of glory,
Masculinity,
Americinity.
 
In the night's lucidity,
a penetration of untouched craters
caused Salome to kiss
those fresh dead lips.

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