Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I understand
Dada writing
When I was a little deformed Jelly,
Mr. Khatami got the rock and scholar.
Future flow - Boom, boom, boom
20,000 people dead has not shown.
Signs of being has not shown.
Cul-de-sac and it gets deeper.
Unanswered question,
When I was a little girl.
20,000 people dead has not shown.
Signs of being has not shown.
Something different,
Better if you don't talk about it.
Gotta chance of that kind of compromise.
Boom, boom, pow
20,000 people dead has not shown.
Signs of being has not shown.
1980s, I was a little deformed girl.
Postrevolutionary battles
Love you - he cannot show.
Followed you Professor Cole
20,000 people dead has not shown
Signs of being has not shown
Boom, boom, If I lost you
-Now-
Richard Kent
First 10 Things
Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed in what felt like a creepy kind of dream state. When I shifted the curtains and squinted at the daylight, I cursed the world realizing it was time to get up. The previous night's overdose of cold medicines had given me a ferocious headache and left my mind locked into its foggy prison. I rolled over to my nightstand and reached for the wadded up tissue in hopes the release would allow air through my left nostril once more. I pulled myself up and fumbled for the aspirin, which I choked down with the last stale drops from an old water bottle. I dragged my feet into the shower, but after deciding the process entailed an unmanageable amount of effort, I hopped out without ever turning the water on. I made it from the freezing torture chamber and went to the mirror. I gagged as I brushed my teeth and then pulled on the nearest jeans and sweatshirt. I returned to my still snoring boyfriend to shoe him out the door, but not before he insisted on inhaling his morning medicine. I finally gathered my things, left my mind inside the Nyquil bottle, and out the door I went. Poor me.
The Red Bellies are Afraid
I am afraid.
What would there be to live for in a life without fear because
Fear.
of heights.
of roller coasters.
of spiders.
of public speaking.
of water.
Life is to be feared but lived. I am to be afraid and live.
The mind is always...
THe ReDbeLLY
Dada Lyric
That was an interesting time in history
That beat that blocked out the chanting
You can get like that
A rueful patriarch follows you around
You criticize him
Roll the time Mohammad
It is amazing what new creation can come out of this
We are a downpour of maledictions
Out in support
A Man on the Sidewalk
Pedestrians walk by, some ignoring the sulky face of the sandwich-board man, while others run to him grabbing as many samples as they can hold in their eager fingers.
The sandwich-board man stands still, unable to concentrate on anyone, or anything. His mind is out of this world and he speaks in a monotone voice: "Eat me. Eat me."
Little kids giggle as they stuff the sandwich squares into their small mouths.
The sandwich-board man stares into space, his eyes speaking for his wondering thoughts. He fixes his sandwich-board--man, that thing sure looks heavy. He looks at his sandwich-shaped watch wondering when he'll get a break.
A break from this job; a break in life, he wonders.
The sandwich-board man, oh he has dreams alright. Under that heavy sandwich-shaped cardboard, he knows where he should be; where he wants to be.
-Melanie