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Creative Writing
Insatiability
Nothing like
its source,
no form or semblance
lies within
non-permeable bottle
except its color
of red aflame
attracting all who seek,
begging to remember
salt such as the sea
does hold and provide
to anything desired.
But once dissected,
objectively analyzed,
and signaled from taste
buds
to brain,
how odd the message
and information reads.
Why must so much be
dipped, dripped, poured,
finger-licked, and devoured
as though ketchup were
a lavish drink of
Château Neuf de Pâpe.
8/1/09
Gary Bell
Aphasia
pain is talking crazy so
how can i hate smoke that
hasn’t happened?
because fear gives hallow
gifts daily and
i wrote a poem that sometimes cries
Gary Bell
11/29/09
OutBoise.com | Issue 1.2 | November 2014
Successful Retreat
To jump off
thankfully sliverless, old dock
with no regard
for what lies at the bottom
of the lake,
was refreshingly nostalgic
A tinge of fear
that something might
grab my legs and pull
me under
could not stop
child-like rush of adrenaline
to run from one end
and throw myself,
as an organic spear,
breaking tension
while water fills
its container against
my body
enveloped by playful,
soft, warm water
and sealing
me under
with contentment,
to rise with a
long, overdue,
sincere smile.
8/1/09
Gary Bell
The Battle
- James Pipkin
People calling, voices screaming.
Dying...
Some men hear them, others
stare.
Glassy...
Eyes straining for light.
Darkness...
Ears straining for sound.
Only silence...
Lungs straining for sweet breath.
Smoke...
Limbs straining for movement.
Still...
Another place to go.
So far away...
Run from the death.
Flee...
A hand in the darkness.
Take it...