Picaroon Poetry - Issue #17 - July 2019
Featuring poetry by Sharon Phillips, Peter Burrows, Kitty Coles, alyssa hanna, Crystal Anderson, John L. Stanizzi, Chris Hemingway, Sue Kindon, Kathleen Strafford, Jenna Velez, Maureen Daniels, Samuel Guest, Charlie Hill, John Son, Beth Bayley, Visar, Bethany W Pope, Luke Kuzmish, Gerard Sarnat, Chris Hardy, Erik Fuhrer, Christopher Hopkins, John Raffetto, Andrew Shields, Bo Meson, Brian Comber, Martin Zarrop, Kristin Garth, Maiya Dambawinna, David Bankson, Jeffrey Zable, Rickey Rivers Jr, Anthony Watts, Donna Dallas, Chuka Susan Chesney, and Tobi Alfier. Picaroon is, as always, lovingly edited by Kate Garrett.
Featuring poetry by Sharon Phillips, Peter Burrows, Kitty Coles, alyssa hanna, Crystal Anderson, John L. Stanizzi, Chris Hemingway, Sue Kindon, Kathleen Strafford, Jenna Velez, Maureen Daniels, Samuel Guest, Charlie Hill, John Son, Beth Bayley, Visar, Bethany W Pope, Luke Kuzmish, Gerard Sarnat, Chris Hardy, Erik Fuhrer, Christopher Hopkins, John Raffetto, Andrew Shields, Bo Meson, Brian Comber, Martin Zarrop, Kristin Garth, Maiya Dambawinna, David Bankson, Jeffrey Zable, Rickey Rivers Jr, Anthony Watts, Donna Dallas, Chuka Susan Chesney, and Tobi Alfier.
Picaroon is, as always, lovingly edited by Kate Garrett.
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Jeffrey Zable<br />
This is No Nursery Rhyme<br />
The capsule from the burning bottle turned everything dark.<br />
And nothing was ever the same.<br />
Baa Baa Black Sheep said he would bite me<br />
with his iron teeth,<br />
and the children once known as Jack and Jill<br />
were now Smack and Vill;<br />
Vill standing for villainous.<br />
“We’re gonna take all your money!”<br />
she hissed in my ear.<br />
“Buy more guns, drugs, and take lavish vacations.<br />
Live like royalty for the rest of your days!”<br />
So with nothing left to lose<br />
I downed another capsule,<br />
which put me to sleep for a long, long time.<br />
And when I awakened I looked into the eyes<br />
of Baa Baa Black Sheep,<br />
who’d made a hole in my chest,<br />
and one in the back of my head. . .<br />
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