Poetry Found in Issue 4: No Gods!
Pestilent “God”
Will you please let me be?
I’ve carried your weight too long,
Never have I known rest or peace.
For ages I’ve sought to see,
There is no beat within this song
Will you please let me be?
Shall my work never cease?
The days just go on and on,
Never have I know rest or peace.
Like a virus, you infected me.
While you’re here, everything is wrong.
Will you please let me be?
This is all I ask of you, please,
One day alone in the sun.
Never have I known rest or peace.
Is today when I finally break free?
Am I finally brave and strong?
Will you please let me be.
Never have I known rest or peace.
~Mercury
Unnamed
The microwave hates me
For using it that’s your job I
tell it at
Every frozen mealtime
Where would I be if I had ambition oh
I could be king of
the world I suppose but
I don’t like the attention
If I could fade away
I would
But something is holding me
back some part of my
story that’s unwritten still
I need to get writing I
need to start painting oh god.
Oh god. If
There was a god I would hope he’s
eccentric a Jack white-esque
statuette covered in daisies
and lilacs
and orchids
if there was a god the world
would care
so much more about music
~Helena Matthews