Poetry of Issue #4                        Page 4
Table of Contents	September under the Radar I watched my hometown burn down Things are not what they seem The city was shot down Over the land of dreams New York's just a graveyard now We let the foundations rot and decay The blood drenched smoke Creates an urban haze Abraham's offspring have gone awry Praying to the devil To keep the sun from shining The new dark ages are upon us I don't know where the bodies are buried I only know what we are told The end result being We are no longer bold We flew beyond the borders Of chaos and disorder To uncharted heights Breathing rarified air We were brought down by fear I miss the observation deck That panoramic view Man's achievement Praise Philippe Pettit Most of us know Yet many must learn You have to soar Before you crash and burn   DREW MARSHALL	Wild Restraint The million wounds, flesh is heir to The six million Jews The sixty million dead, from World War Two Korea Vietnam El Salvador Nicaragua Iraq New York Afghanistan Where does the Geneva Convention, fit in? How did New York, get on this list?   DREW MARSHALL The Potion by ©Bob Heman	Free Ride Midnight joyriding We wound up in Coney Island Waiting for a red light Cop car pulls up alongside us Roland floored the pedal Patrol car chasing us Siren blasting the night Did Roland want to get caught? Speeding down Stillwell Avenue I pulled his foot off of the gas I brought the car to a halt Guns drawn Thrown against the car Handcuffed Heading for the station house I explain The Pontiac is not stolen It belongs to Roland's, dad We had never driven before Roland's dad was called They placed us in an empty, unlocked cell The belt would be out tonight He beat Roland and his older brother Butcher by trade Built like an ox Loved flexing his muscles Enjoyed, whipping that belt from his pants My mother was upstate on vacation I convinced the butcher not to tell her   DREW MARSHALL__