Why was he so successful with women?
Because he was shy
Why did you call section one I got what I wanted but I lost what I had?
I called every section that
Why did he keep coming back?
Why did I keep coming back?
What is a man's place in the world? When he possesses the imaginative power to want more than he's told he can have? What separates men and women from each other? Why must they suffer guilt not only for their transgressions but for their best hopes?
Am I allowed to talk? He asks
Does the sound or the silence make our music?
Friday, June 8, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Damn it feels good to be a gangster (takes 1-7)
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Heartbeat/Realdeal
We are all just pimps. And politics is dead. Was there ever a pulse in the space between two colors?
Let's not stagger into ready, let's not act like we're voting for him just because he's/black/back up off/ the tour/ and tan/ fantasy/
Caravan/slanderous version/pick me/pick me/pick your afro daddy cause it's flat in between--
Let's stare at the ballot with alien indifference, but crave it ferociously, and check ourselves-- cause it's a pristine wilderness, we're running it as running from it and everything else 'been done-- Interruptions are not even petty
Cut to the wide open pride of a knot in James Baldwin's voice as he's acapella, crooning-- no I don't love capitalism, no I don't even love a black president sometimes, and nah I don't love them hoes, but sometimes I love them both, so much/ stuff at this grocery store/ and it's always open-- precious lord, precious lord, lead me on
Let's not stagger into ready, let's not act like we're voting for him just because he's/black/back up off/ the tour/ and tan/ fantasy/
Caravan/slanderous version/pick me/pick me/pick your afro daddy cause it's flat in between--
Let's stare at the ballot with alien indifference, but crave it ferociously, and check ourselves-- cause it's a pristine wilderness, we're running it as running from it and everything else 'been done-- Interruptions are not even petty
Cut to the wide open pride of a knot in James Baldwin's voice as he's acapella, crooning-- no I don't love capitalism, no I don't even love a black president sometimes, and nah I don't love them hoes, but sometimes I love them both, so much/ stuff at this grocery store/ and it's always open-- precious lord, precious lord, lead me on
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Loving vs. Virginia
But that's where the resemblance ends--- and once you learn the value of gibberish and murmurs, it's not so bad to be the anything--- the harmonica is burning swans that waft up into my sages and something a braid can fix makes me very superstitious that they want it and they want it, as ostintato, as a lake close by, closer-- rumour that the trial was about folding us into lanterns and cranes, and into the refrain-- hold it together, hold it together
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
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