I tore a sugar pack open and held it over the ceramic mug with 'I love rio' etched into it. I don't know jack about rio. I angled the paper so gravity could work, and all the pretty crystals dropped single file through the steam into the black. Sometimes i have every reason to be thrilled and still I'm sad. Thanks coffee sweet. You always cheer me up.
Showing posts with label Rio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rio. Show all posts
Saturday, 27 January 2018
Wednesday, 24 August 2016
navel (gone larger) label #2
A great compression hits the air and electricity unloads upon the city and picks up pavement like legs over jumpropes. Spent out on long nights and hazy days between command central (some adulator's basement or agitator's sister's garage) and the Civic Center. Planned protests (amidst unplanned parenthood). Your body and your mind are notched for shorter play, but the spirit moves the joystick. The sound of it makes most young activists want to switch to substitute teaching.
And many probably do
But not you know who
Others join the green party ranks
Or the army, marching behind tanks
I would move (with you) to Amsterdam or Vancouver
where we could talk on talk radio with the world about
anything but that
what's behind the label
across the sheltering orange rind
of the navel
To be chicken-wired into a city 4 block radius
by choice. Fast food ideology. To give away your voice
by choice -- Berlin, circa 1942
Caution. it might hurt
Planned parenthood (amidst pop-up protests), hazy days and spent nights for dizzy girls spun dry from wet, will never be women to boys will never be men, lucky if a fifth make it to the clinic where everyone's betting against them, only a tenth make it out half-alive. Fast food ideology. -- Chicago, 2016
There, there...
All washes away, tears and problems and headaches and trash
Flags come out on Patriots Day and how dare you? I love
(my country) too
There, there...
The pulp is safe and juicy inside
full of nutrients (and whatever's in the water)
A great decompression hits the air and electricity unloads and picks up pavement like legs over jumpropes. Feelings around the block so diverse and tangential, burning like coals in the eyes and faces of those who live deep in the heart of the American city. Every AMERICAN city unified, from Quebec to Tijuana, Houston to Montreal, Toronto to Rio de Janeiro. Feelings catch on and so alive!
We will need no lighter fluid. You and I
The solar flares (sent by sun) have arrived
And many probably do
But not you know who
Others join the green party ranks
Or the army, marching behind tanks
I would move (with you) to Amsterdam or Vancouver
where we could talk on talk radio with the world about
anything but that
what's behind the label
across the sheltering orange rind
of the navel
To be chicken-wired into a city 4 block radius
by choice. Fast food ideology. To give away your voice
by choice -- Berlin, circa 1942
Caution. it might hurt
Planned parenthood (amidst pop-up protests), hazy days and spent nights for dizzy girls spun dry from wet, will never be women to boys will never be men, lucky if a fifth make it to the clinic where everyone's betting against them, only a tenth make it out half-alive. Fast food ideology. -- Chicago, 2016
There, there...
All washes away, tears and problems and headaches and trash
Flags come out on Patriots Day and how dare you? I love
(my country) too
There, there...
The pulp is safe and juicy inside
full of nutrients (and whatever's in the water)
A great decompression hits the air and electricity unloads and picks up pavement like legs over jumpropes. Feelings around the block so diverse and tangential, burning like coals in the eyes and faces of those who live deep in the heart of the American city. Every AMERICAN city unified, from Quebec to Tijuana, Houston to Montreal, Toronto to Rio de Janeiro. Feelings catch on and so alive!
We will need no lighter fluid. You and I
The solar flares (sent by sun) have arrived
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