by Marc Carver
walk along the path by the river
small girls on bikes come up to me.
hear them say
were on the wrong path,"
have been on the wrong path my whole life," I say.
they don't hear me.
carry on walking down that path.
walk through the field
for something in the grass.
the weather is hot
the worms hiding and waiting.
I get closer I push my arms out from me
form a cross and up they all go into the air.
up then landing again.
squawk he is still coming.
I do the same thing and the same thing happens.
look at me so I stop
so do the birds and everything goes back to normal as I leave.
go to the park
sun shines in the pond
swans look at me suspiciously
it almost makes me cry how beautiful it all is
sometimes think life is playing with me
a zookeeper giving a tiger a hamster every half an hour.
gives me just enough to keep going.
the cat who plays with the mouse.
both know he will die
it is about how much pain he will suffer before he does.
Carver is an old man that
occasionally manages to knock out a good poem, or two.
Rosmus is a Jersey girl who looks like
a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side Story. She works out
5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do whatever the hell she wants She’s
been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun Honey, Hardboiled, A
Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out of the Gutter, Mysterical-E,
and Rock and a Hard Place. She is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow
Mama. She’s a Gemini, a Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently
been branching out into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie