Two Poems by Norman Ball

A Twenty-Syllable Epigram on the Modern Haiku
The marriage of today’s
busy professional
with tomorrow’s oblivion.
A Veritable Waste of Space
Veritible’s a word of minor weight,
mere filler culled to modify the void.
Its meaning tacks to hurry-up-and-wait
–all empty suit, adjectively deployed.
This now concludes my veritable screed
that heaped nonentitude on absent need.
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In a prior life Norm suspects he was a metronome. [...]

“Space Case SuperStar,” by Katherine McIntyre

You’re my Venus, pretty lady,
Aphrodite of a sulfuric acid.
Morning Star sometimes,
your alluring eyes sparkle
like misleading stars.
Larger than Earth can encompass
Your beauty holds no bounds.
No, not large like a Double Cheeseburger.
I’m talking spacy, darling.
Hair blonde like the gaseous swirls that
Remind me of a half eaten Milky Way Bar.
An extraterrestrial love we have,
Not even your opaque clouds [...]

“Ryan,” By Erin Bruno

Ridiculously unimpressed
Yawning with his eyes as I
Adorn the night with slurred syllables and my
Noxious black smoke that he says smells like Christmas trees burning.

“Roadkill Poem,” by Chris Major

Roadkill Poem
By Chris Major

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