The SWAMP REVIEW
Pluto
by Evan Higgins
The smallest planet you’ve ever seen
Streaks of clouds
And globs of green
Floating alone through the universe
Dark and cold
But she’s seen worse
Once upon a time, she had her friends
By her side
But that did end
She keeps to herself, creates a world
Outside hers
Where thoughts can swirl
Her sky and her grass and core, as well
Home she goes
Until the bell
The Noise
by Evan Higgins
All these words the hearing use for sound
I listen, but I cannot hear their sound
They all hear those sounds
It’s an extraterrestrial, abnormal sound
In a world where only I know the sound
What do I know of the hearing’s sound
What do the hearing know of my sound
A unique and independent sound
I write poetry that is free for new sound
Free from all of their noise.
Title
by Evan Higgins
This eternal, infernal state.
The drain of the bathtub takes more than water.
A head full of cotton candy clouds
With no fire escape to flee.
Will I remain in this place forever?
Every door is locked and I cannot find the key
Despite second after minute after hour after day after week after month after year of this devilish search.
And so I return once more to my nest,
Too early for life
And too late to rest.