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without red curtains dividingThe puppets are cutting up their strings
and leaping off the stage.
The purple dinosaur is too old to sing.
The curtain calls have stopped
The actors run amok; askew
trampling the Colosseum and the Odeon ...
and the show just cant go on inside the regular safe-distance confines.
We don't notice
the scattered popcorn on the road,
feeding the crows who always stay too late for behind the scene action.
The script is kindling for your fire
costumes join the piles of banana peels, toilet seats and tires.
The cast has joined the world outside and we cannot tell the actors from the audience anymore!
Now the jesters just arent funny unless theyre screaming
in pink night-gowns.
So send in the machine-gun clowns.
anthemTwo-way street. Traffic is speeding. In the middle, I am a little girl walking the yellow line.
I cannot see clearly what is around me. It's all going by in a blur of lights and metal.
I cannot drift from the path the yellow line provides or I will be trampled by the concrete zambonis.
I have to shout over the noise.
Everyone is shouting. Everyone is shouting over the shouting over the noise. And no one can hear each other.
And no one can step out of line. And even when the red light glows the procession must go on. For if I stop I will feel the toes nipping at my heels. If I don't heed the pushing they will rush right past me, risking being sideswiped by zipping automobiles.
They're all just dying to get ahead.
We don't get the chance to lift our heads higher than the others. We don't get to look down at the veins and the arteries of the city and the tiny yellow lines that steer it all.
We only know our yellow line.
And we don't ask questions.
We walk ... and we walk ... and we walk .
buzzWhile I was waiting for the bus today I read a magazine. I was immersed in an article and paid no heed to my surroundings. All of a sudden the noise of the passing cars stopped.
I had to raise my head. There was an empty road from left to right for at least six blocks.
\It was deathly silent ... it was the loudest sound I've ever heard. No humming motors, respiring exhausts, or spinning wheels.
I got this feeling of anticipation ... not for something exciting, but for the return of that overbearing, reverberating, yet casually disregarded sound.
It felt delusory to have escaped the machines, even if only for five seconds ...
Mary JaneI can hear colors
and taste with my fingertips.
I can split open my mind like a coconut and let everything in
and then stitch it back up just in time for the return.
I can jump
and count to twenty before I hit the ground.
I can see through the earths crust and watch the wars on the other side.
My words are so in sync with my thoughts,
My tongue is plugged in at the source instead of through miles of extension cords.
My heart blows blood into the organ pipes
and I can feel it running up and down in biological harmony.
Nothing is off key.
I can see the power-box of buttons that control my motor skills.
I can hear my brain telling my limbs what to do. It's re
pinup bitcheslush blonde curls.
pale pink nails.
magic 8-ball decisions.
they indulge in the illusion to surpass the confusion and deny the conclusion.
with an obtuse smile they sleep in their beds,
visions of sugarplums dance in their heads.
god help me
I sit beside them.
which waythe speakers are blaring
right beside me at all times it seems.
the room's so thick I have to straddle the air.
there are people every-which-way-where.
bodies are waving and smiling, I think they know me,
its far too crowded here ... you get so lonely.
that box of bottles looks heavenly from the bottom of my whisky glass.
chairs line the walls and girls are falling on call
to the floor, through the doors, on the bed, every-which-way-where the boys take them.
I came here in a Ford
I came here with friends ...
I came here with beer
I came here with pants ...
the bodies dance, arms flailing every-which-way-where in the air.
chairs line the walls
empty like too many of the entities at this orgy of booze and boobs and car-keys and shoes.
all of which are
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