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This is what I’m all about

grab a pen

write it down

let your heart

fill up with sound

shout it loud

say it proud

say it one thousand

words per hour.

fill the air

with your breath

the voice you own

that baritone

yell it out

have no doubt,

“This is what

I’m all About!”


the Code of the Road (part i)

I met a man from LA

who told me he’d lived off the grid-

he gave me a hint

on how to survive

and he called it

the old fruit trick:

You carry a fruit

and when picked up,

you slice it in halves

with your knife

(make sure the driver sees

the steel)

before you offer him a bite.

Then the man laughed as he smoked his cigarette,

and told me be careful where I tread-

there’s a code to the road,

and if you don’t learn quick

you end up shot or dead.

stickin out thumbs

ain’t for fun,

and there’s danger out

in Oregon

but the Heartland calls

and the misfits go

just know

that hitchin

is a lonely business.


you Are him.

What do you do

when you look inside you’re own house

and see a stranger.

He looks like you,

he has your clothes.

He’s in your house

but he runs his mouth.

Who does he think he is?

Intruding on your life.

Push him away,

but your only pushing yourself.

When did this happen?

When did you become him?


Blizzard

snow is literally money

falling from the sky.

all you have to do

is pick it up.


Cancer (oh no…)

What do you tell

a girl who’s twelve

when she asks you,

“what’s radiation?”

 


I’m Coming Home (for the good old boys, for the good old girls)

Marco’s back from paradise,

and he wasn’t even gone so long

Came crashing back through the stratosphere

when he realized where he belonged

They were wondering down on Earth

where the chap had gone,

why he wasn’t chilling in the parking lot

with the good old boys back home

He didn’t bother explaining where he’d been

with the hunger in his heart;

Said, “Hey guys it’s hard to keep afloat

when the world’s pullin you apart!”

They laughed and clowned and pulled his hair,

broke bottles in the Night

(nobody wants to go back home,

we’d all rather just stay outside.)

So the skyline kept us company

Until the morning came,

Then back to the union bosses in daytime,

where the hard reality reigns.

Marco’s back from paradise, and

he knows he did the right thing;

This world’s not done with him yet

He thought to himself

with a wolfish grin.


El-ahrairah (digger, listener, runner)

I beseech thee

to teach me,

O Prince

with a thousand Enemies,

to use my Animality,

to use my wits and my claws

to set myself

free


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