The Winner!

a postscript by *dinosaurkiss

Amongst the sodden sheets
he leaves with her words
still moist on his fingertips.
False copies for the tongued
verses, signed by a poet,
post-scripted by a Thief.



Second Place

Logic by =Sraiya

The first thing you should know is that I don’t write poetry.
This is because it comes too naturally when I put down a pen
Too rough. Lurid
Disjointed
Liable
To speak of children at threepenny stores, bees
Swirling murmuring in sticky heat, stinging stinging as they die.
Half thoughts
Not quite surfaced
Not quite dead.
I often find that when I attempt to flow naturally
(and everyone will tell you to sing)
I overrun my streambeds
Soak
The neighboring populace
I regret it when I wake --
Therefore I do not run wild.
Except
When
I
am
alone or
lost



Honorable Mention

there is no elephant by ~etre-aime