Fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone. Three-o-clock in the afternoon. And I am going home. F-train is full of high school students.
the big day has come. the bell is sounding. i run my hands through my hair one last time. outside the prison walls. the town is gathering. people are trading crime for crime.
Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe. To the sexed-up stroll of celebrity. Never mind that the nanoseconds in between. Are some of the darkest darkness that you've ever seen.
Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish. Fluorescent light of the bathroom. Shows my hands as they are. See an eyelash on my cheek. . Pick it off and make a wish.
Life use to be lifelike.. Now it's more like showbiz.. I wake up in the night & I don't know where the bathroom is.. And I don't know what town I'm in or what sky I am under..
So many things to name. So many things to know the name of. So many ways to classify into different and the same of. So many stories to read. Just to be considered up to speed.
Lots of folks back East, they say. Is leavin' home every day. Beatin' the hot old dusty way. To the California line. . 'Cross the desert sands they roll.
Perpetrating counter culture she is walking through the park. First light ugly and more muscular than the dark. Pushing poems at the urban silence. Drawing portraits of the passers-by.
The wind is ruthless. The trees shake angry fingers at the sky. The people hunch their shoulders. Hold their collars over their ears and run by. . It's a cold rain.
Looks like my crazy family. Is down one crazy daughter 'cause. I'm shipwrecked in a desert that. Once was underwater just. . Looking for a swift turn of phrase.
I saw on the poster. My name was printed. Just a little bit smaller. I can tell you need to stand. Just a little bit taller. No one ever talks about it.
Emancipated minor. Well directed, brilliantly casted. Riding a Greyhound down to the city. With her fake I.D. and a hell of a little hand basket. . Little game of seesaw, then he came to claim her.
i love you. and you love me. and ain't that the way. it's supposed to be?. . i swing my stick legs 'round at the root. and pile drive each foot into a platform boot.
What dreams cause me. To abandon my pillow each night?. Push away each of them, in fact. Since there always seem to be more than one. . Then wake to aching stiff neck twisted.
Look here I just tattooed. A wedding band. On what looks like to me. My mother's hand. I'm no blushing girl. No innocent dove. It took me a long time to find love.
I will not stand immersed in this ultraviolet curse. I won't let you make a tool of me, I will keep my mind and body free. . Bye Bye minutiae. Of the day to day drama.
You can't even imagine. The tortuous state I've been existing in. I am allergic to water. It itches my throat and it blisters my skin. Still, I drink cuz I have to, I bathe cuz I have to.
Amazing grace. How sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost. But now I'm found. Was blind but now I see. . Twas grace that taught.