A new spotlight on poetry from America's youth. Let's have a look...what could these wondrous visionaries full of feeling, ripe with the tragedy and beauty of the world, be thinking?

Sugartitty
By Kellie Yrn

give us this day our daily bread.
what do you mean, "no bread," America?
i know you've got bread, i see it, i seen it
i see it drive by in audi, volvi, lexi
while your breadless masses be dodging drivebys

don't you hand me no Wonder Bread, America!
your Iron Man and his Country Pride
can't put me in no Brick Oven
stuff me in no Cracker Barrel
put that shit back on your Safeway shelf
America, you hear me? America, you listening?
don't want no cookies
from no tree full of no sweatshop-starving elves

(got my Keebler, gettin' feebler
Dinty Moore, American whore
Betty Crocker, plastic knockers
i ain't gonna work on Pepperidge Farm no more)

Summer Skies of Burning Bras
By Tom Logic

With shiver-me timbers
And cooch-fed rats
Upon the bow of the Seaqueen
Aboard the Ship of Death

[The skies they did alight
And the mates down below
Did Aye and Aye and Aye
For the Amazon’s holy breasts]

The shouts came from down
That the tits were showing
And the heads were rolling
And the bras were burning

But all I felt was the yearning,
A deep vengeful burning
For a necklace of Pearl’s embrace

fin

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