July/August 2020

The universe she is in has a code 719? Oh, she knows it The code is corrupt The trees are shaking Things are glitching They’re moving together No, the code is corrupt The universe is corrupt It is falling apart Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York

Spin! Spins the disk Confetti in my face Swing my leg Beg to stop With a colorful song Mouth worn out shoes We dance in dread till we are read by another Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York

Far up high in the sky lives the space beast. He gobbles down food all day. Oh, how far the stars reach is how much he eats the people say. The beat of his roar can break down a door. For mother nature and Earth’s elements it will be gone. And now appear somewhere else. Deep down where its force is unbeatable and all night. In the scaly reef trenches they no belong in life and light. Darkness and peace are out of control. The bowl now empty he eats no more. His voice is a boar and grumble stirred in. He no belong in the deep sea or long, wide outer space kin. Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York