1st Place

“is Torre Bert on MySpace?”

i’m thinking about getting rid of Skype.
no one really logs on anymore, so i don’t talk
just linger, a dim red dwarf
fusing up slowly,
lest i miss something, someone
come to reward my vigil with hello
i was just thinking about you; and here
you are

“glancing through the past, I fear my future”

“The best you’ve ever had is just a memory”

Shiny grooved revolver
Aging rings of a tree,
Infinitely whirling like the hands of a clock
Propelling through time and space

Sitting amongst enlightened minds,
Friends gathering around the table
The dreamers, encapsulated by the rotating side of a 45
Listening to “What is and What Should Never Be”
A Band of Gypsies
Embracing, exploring, expressing
Fighting for a cause, it’s our right
“Come Together”
Generations whirled around
A single idea, protesting and professing

It happened not long after I came into this world,
after we had become whole
Those four cherub faces, eyes sparkling and all matching
Mother and Father looking on
A perfect couple,
complimenting one another

His jet black hair slicked back
He’s wearing a crisp clean collar,
His tie straight as an arrow
Her bright smile behind her raven hair,
a golden fleur de lis, pinned on her three button jacket.
Their arms surrounding us,
holding us in this moment
Captured briefly, it’s my only proof

Let me tell you a story about Jimmy, I watched over the years his evolution and I acted in a few scenes of his play. I watched people scurry away, as if they were running from the funk of a skunk, leaving only me there to say,

“Hey Jimmy, how the hell you been?”

I could not participate in the mass exodus, Jimmy was my neighbor possibly my friend.