Fanshawe Poetry

Nuclear Heredity
by Mathieu St.Jean

Staring at pine trees over windows we wonder what next for the children of lost paths but caramel dreams can't become the candy perspectives of tomorrow that is something our refrigerator thoughts can't cancel, nonetheless, sand escalator ways of the powerful will arm dismembered blueprints of days of next confusing methods of handling hardships entailing our human condition of fragility the endless energy of it all peering through the looking glass searching for inexpressible passages revealing ventilation theories absolved into dust pine cone emotions roll into yesterdays' next will we ever wonder about the what ifs for tomorrow? These simple complexities rain between canoe weeks until she spreads peanut butter comments among the rainbow sprinkle dull conversations watching neo conservatives fight the same fight marching without legs to the beat of a recycled snare while watching she holds out her palms and collects rain water for the UV ray days she recovers serotonin and hopes for the best only beginning a race she cannot start her polluted windows stand-by impatiently while claustrophobic skies laugh about daily deceptively troubling issues digging into her clammy skin before nightfall nothing cannot describe her habit forming from volcano touch head rush adjustments quiet inner hurricanes stomp on her bruised wood floors but thus beginning sweet and sour aftertaste beginnings.

Burnt Households
by Mathieu St. Jean

Unraveling his sweater he succumbs and guns away from the run of the mill
all together nothing portrays his effort in the days to come
his stale fingers tap on jars of pickled embryos found in these empty homes
he's learned the appreciation of the highs after he arm wrestled with lows
he had the feeling where the colds from both poles took hold of the suns' role
a visit from the frigid arctic took an overlapping stroll inside this burnt home of his
all around in the background found are pieces of drywall with interminable cracks
seeping bleeding drips of equipped epidermis
there were no plans for this, yet manifestations enlist
he prayed for the negative energies to desist
he had no other wish but a martyr he became
another dish served cold another burnt household to blame

Bearing
by Dresden Malaise

Let's take a side step before the roar of our next crude clue is issued
we'll pursue further demonstrations harboring playdough mutilations to retain the images sustained in our arcane past
drafts of sorrow woe our tomorrows and odes will hollow our diseased concentration
our lips take small sips of the breeze in fascination thinking of our hardships
the harm we will inflict from the sadistic tug of war with our numb expectations
patience deserves acknowledgment whenever it endures conflict
sweeping up the maggots, providing a deep cleanse to deep ends
we'll lose ourselves and revive from the womb once again
wounds bend and attempt to french kiss the tips of our wrists
we resist and attempt to persist our foreshadowed existence
you insist the kettle whispers the names of your forgotten ancestors
yet we only hear white noise and ostentatious impostors
fostering dead lives to dead kids wearing microchip bibs
we lay in bed with fibs while we bleach under our eye lids
TV screens into an insipid scene where tyranny can live