Snow Song by The District

mocha

you    are the chair
in

the deserted  store, passing by
on

the street (my feet   waver
between  concrete canopies  and those
iron awnings).
i wait with

 peevish windows
staring (angry back    at me),  holding   signs

(i am    for sale) and

you
are not mine  (just) yet / but

someday.

you are  the quest that
i   call    home.

Hey Ya by Obadiah Parker

abdi

holding on (flat  on floors
i have not swept

and weeping   i fall down) but
after all

i find

that it's okay, all this    circumstance
we

have between us,
it's all right.

coming back  (i light up   like
the sky/faded blue /jeans

and

fly back down

to you,   wings   freezing time.  like this.

Won't Let You Go by Shannon Noll

fragile

in the beginning
i

remember you,  your belly swelled up
like a bowl
and

it was christmas.  i loved you
(even then)

and i remember
holding you up
in the lonesome air

as it whistled around you, merrier   than me
while   strings of lights

blurred

out of focus
in the background. and

(now),

in the foreground,
i

see a continuation of     the blur,
of

the bokeh. i love   you
even more (today)   i
hope you know.

you  are (forever) my
sweet, inflated   christmas,

floating off    like a balloon.

Pitter Pat by Erin McCarley

jump

sliding down (i hear the momentum   coming
like a train)

the fire breaks; streetlights    turning on

and

i am in   pre-war china, hoping
for you,
    brightly    out of luck
(tanking)

i run

out    to the middle of the street . to lay down
in front    of something,

flat   as a steamroller
but

still dreaming  (i still burn,
flickering
          like embers on   a box-car
             full of flames)...

To Make You Feel My Love by Jon Peter Lewis

bout

today is the day.suddenly
like

a beast  (it is upon me,)
the

top all gooey marshmallow fluff.the
dreams

i had
when.i was older   (now)

the crackled  graham.cracker
bottom,

unfolding

gradually (and caving in.the world
sinks upon itself),

ghostly cravings
on

the floor, i wait for you.

i miss you already.and
like a  s'more

i find out (good things)
with

the bad...

Keep Me Hanging On by Anders Parker

leica

running barefoot (through my birthdays)  i
remember

certain things,
like

granny sitting (on the foot)
of

my bed   in the dark, holding
one

little cupcake

in her gnarly  little hands.my

bed seemed bigger (back then) now
full    of nothing/substance
like  fondant  or

something   sweeter.
that's all

there is, a
picture

of us.

Sweet And Low by Augustana

swing

opening faucets. learn to breathe (i melt)
in

this hot summer heat. with yours.
i

figure out. the delicate maze
that
creeps. beside me. like the mercury

of
 thermometers.
i

crave the water. i
want to turn

(it) on...