ROUND ABOUT
By Jessica DePue

Turn it over and over easy
Does it turn you at all
In the process of processing
Progressive aggression
Distressed regression
Syncopated disharmony
The unharmonic grind of it all
Of your all encompassing slack
Of resolution, what of it?
This resistant dissolution
Creates more than it destructs
Love sick sediment, some stampeding meteor
Some one aches to fetch
Same one wails infinity
Infinitely through mirrored lungs
She bleeds your fuel
She gnaws remote detection
Claws her own misgiven sense
Of arsenic you dispense in traces
In smoke trails
Ungutted entrails
Tongue in cheek efforts
Your hard earned approvals
Her hardend heart ends...
Turning around and around
As I spin on a whistle
No longer you
No longer the you who howled
All those times

THEN and NOW
By Jessica DePue

Two mornings shy of Thanksgiving
Grey pillars, sly expansion
No thinning sky to uproot
By one clean sweeping sun
Most veils slide behind
Northern Mole Hills, mountains
I've challenged to extirpate
Unmentioned Marigolds- glamour golds
Amourous bolds, blazing hues through now
Some field back then
Some old family land
More earthen, less flourescent
Less city, more country than medical
Cowboys kicking up scrubs these days
Surround my chunk of city street
Weaving and dodging small town speculation
Went buried, unturned beneath my feet
Loosely spun compost heap
Unnatural misgivings gone thorny, dried
Against peripheral hindsight
The present persists its thirtieth turn
On a clean bill of health
My crystal crimson pools
My Swarming Potential-
These hallways it haunts