Shades of Gray

Someone is growing her nails
long and lily-white
putting on her father's boots
and glaring
straight past the looking glass

Someone is archaic
without form tricking
dictionary tropes alight
a lie
a keen against soft midnights
and twilight's standard kiss

Someone is a long discovered virtue
spent and discarded
hiding in shroud's moonlight
a grave dancer picking over cemeteries
for a bone

Someone is taking
the overseas call
with the grandiose overtone of a symphony
slightly out of tune

And someone is a rooftop sunrise picnic
dropping strawberries
untouched
over your head.

Someone is laughing.
Someone is laughing.

The New Revolution: Part Three

I will come
with extra arms
from beyond the sea

arriving by air
arriving by beach
arriving with water balloons
and suited platoons

I will gather
along my march
soldiers for battle
those who have
a long lost child
a forgotten childhood

We will come
cross the land
and arrive brazen
cupcake smeared on our faces
laces dragging in the mud

We will come
we're going to war.

-Jessie Allison

The New Revolution: Part Two

Long pale fingertips and
extra-large keys wind-up soldier toys
soldier boys and the girl in pink from down the block
soldier solder anywhere you want it
that's the way we need
you.

Lace up your everything
put away your inside voice
hide that old halloween candy
from your parents
in your pockets
Summer is here
and

we're going to war.

The New Revolution: Part One

Who will be a part of my revolution?
We will strike the work-a-day-world at dawn
after cartoons of course
We will move out in teams
Four Power Wheels per convoy
With drivers rotating every fifteen minutes so it is fare
They will be no match for our arsenel of Nerf guns and water balloons
Our wooden swords will cut them to the quick
Their souls will shudder at the glint of water from the muzzle of our squirt guns
Troops on tricycles will approach from the west
Pots and pans to protect their heads
Look outs will be posted on the top of every slide and play structure
Cootie shots will be provided in the medical tent
It'll be a long war
Lasting possibly past snack time
Your brows will sweat
Hands will get dirty
Mouths will be sticky from Root Beer flavored popsicles
Not all of us will make it
I expect many of you to get Owies, Ouchies or Booboos
Knee's will be skinned or scraped
But those who fall will not be forgotten
Every pop gun that pops
Every firecracker that cracks
Every hula that hoops
Will cry out your name
TO ARMS
Man your G.I. Joe battle stations men
First an air strike from paper airplane squadrons
Followed quickly by a sea battle
with all manner of splashing and cannon balls
The action figures and micromachines should report directly to the sandbox
All Ninjas, mutant or otherwise, should report to the basement
for a slumber party and further instructions
All pirates should report to the park
Use the picnic tables as planks to walk
All Jedi's and knights should report to the woods
In order to find suitable sticks for lightsabers and swords
All kids old enough will stationed at the mall
Milling and loitering is encouraged
All safety equipment (IE shin guards, bike helmets, knee pads) can be found somewhere in the garage behind the bikes
But be warned
you will look like a dork wearing them
Make sure your glow in the dark laces are tied tight
put on your game face
WE ARE GOING TO WAR

-Eli Piatt, May 2009

Starved

I thirst for the sweat
that trickles slick
down the small of your back

hunger for the meat
lying sweet
between your thighs

draw a conclusion
of transcontinental railways
affixed to your shoulder blades

and hum a song electric
slipping between sugar teeth
a candy floss seductive
in its confection kiss

Manifesto, Part the Second: In Which We Say No.

If my whole life is going wrong
I'm going strong
I'm going wrong with it

there is no used to be
now there is only me
forcin' and fightin'
a break in the line
a peace over time
but I'm fine,
I'm on fire.
Oh no, it's come to blows
can't stop it, can't force it
oh no, you're---
Break.



congratulate the overtake
I'm underweight, up to fate
to reignite our overture
fuels and cellphone wars
consumer globe, give in
be the whore
you've come to know
in nightmare;
she's right there
breathing heavy on the overpass
throat full of glass
just stop for a second
and push

I was never the angry girl
coolin' down an overheated
word's world of discussion,
elation and population?
that was not me,
upset in society until today.
put your boots on
dig those roots in
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
we're going to war.

I can't breathe no more
this whole place's fucked to bore
an incision a question
of morals and ethics
how do you
live to be electric
in a place so undone
a place with no guns
you hear me, Lenore?
I have rise, I am comin
I am comin for
your Angels.

I have yet to wreck this savage beast
with these lines from underneath
for I wake in a pace
that demands a silent compensation
a new, forgiving nation
of nuclear physic and cold mnenotic
an understanding of heat
a lineback beat
by all odds and under sedation
that requires further contemplation
Break---




you want the world
I'll give you en fuego
sick of playing with lego
when's a girl of my intellect
even learn to reflect
and pass on?

I tell you never,
the day we surrender our souls to your machines
the day my wife becomes unclean
the day your future is unseen
the day invincible
becomes invisible
and think on it
because I'm not tired,
I'm wired,
I been fired from every job I ever had
my mind refuses to commit
my body remains unfit
they just look for a trick
to get rid of me
Break---




I'm riled up, boiled over
you'll see my body lyin' on clover
the day I go down
peace will never be found
my voice is a riot
the one piece you cannot quiet
on overload
O overlord
I'm fit to be tied
dancing with knives,
poking holes everywhere I go
you cannot stop this flow
it's me and her
him and them
all places you see are houses to mend

No man is a fool to give up what he cannot to keep
to gain
what he cannot lose.
Think on this.

THINK ON THIS.