Everything in a box, in its place, on its way. Departure/Arrival. Which one (again)? Money on the counter, #1 meal deal, more of this crap, but I eat it (grumpily) for my stomach is on the mend. There’s no excuse for this much water on the floor. What burst? When? Someone, please, tell me (before I bash your head against the…) Wonderful. I’m fine. He’s fine. She’s fine. Everything’s okay. Go back to your stations and listen for updates. It’s 8:30. They’re here.
Out of Nowhere
June 14, 2009
There it sat, abandoned. The rickety old house with the smashed in windows and the breeze blowing right through it. Lush weeds surrounded its foundations. Tree trunk pillars supported its warped porch roof.
Boy, did I ever want to just climb in and cook up some chili, eat it, and then lean back on a lawn chair and doze off.
But, I knew better.
It wasn’t as inviting as it looked inside. My eyes didn’t deceive me this time.
It won’t stop…
May 29, 2009
It’s not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up
You’re sure
There’s a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
One drink
Will shrink you ’til you’re underground
And living down
But it’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up
Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
‘Cause it’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
It’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up
No, it’s not going to stop
‘Til you wise up
No, it’s not going to stop
So just…give up
- Aimee Mann -
Thinking
May 27, 2009
I thought the world was round.
I thought the moon was smiling down on me.
I thought I knew the words to that song.
I thought you were speaking to me.
“That’s what you get for thinking…”
Thanks, Dad.
Supper’s cold.
I don’t feel like eating today.
Smoldering
May 23, 2009
You’re not some kind of martyr.
The Vatican didn’t send you a letter confirming your sainthood,
and you’re really not that sorry.
If you were, you would have handed over
every scrap of self-respect
and then stood next to the oven
into which it was thrown.
Naked.
Because you’re sorry.
But you ain’t naked, yet.
Mooney-ism
May 17, 2009It ain’t about hating white people because we all have white blood in us. Thank you, slavery! Okay? Thank you, slavery! Ain’t nobody white who don’t have black blood in them. Talkin’ that shit that they don’t want the races mixing. Well, you shouldn’t have brought niggas over here and screwed ‘em. And, that real white man knows I’m telling the truth. He knows. That’s why he likes looking at his family tree. Just look at it. Cuz if he shakes it, a nigga will fall out!
[from Analyzing White America]
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