put another buffalo in my jukebox baby...

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put another buffalo in my jukebox baby...

Post by sooZen » September 26th, 2004, 11:41 am

sometimes the silence between the words is all i can hear
deaf to pleas, done with conversations, digging
holes in spaces, writing these dots...connecting dots, collecting

i am going to be one of those old women that you see in
outlandish clothing, polished like glass, fragile but tempered.
o that temper, that temper! when you pass, you will say,
"look at her, she must be crazy" in a polite whisper...

there is no thing polite about me except howdy, and a
warm touch, a snort when i laugh, loud enough to frighten
my own children, i peel you back and look interior... a view,
an intuition, a psychic vision...and if you venture closer...

claws in one hand, hardly trimmed, but poised...sometimes
a fist, a hammer, a rock hard slap in the face that hurts you where
you hide out...then a touch, a soothing word, an apology that is
carried in my bag, a tissue for you to blow it out on the other

i will be one of those old crones that smiles when you question, nod my head agreeable, mirror and shapeshift to your face, your mask that lies *liar!* in front of me. you may see, you may see me, that old and still beautiful woman who smiles when you question...

saturn, the old man *very old man* takes a stroll with me, he is ringed, bejeweled, and passing out chickens like cigars to all the houses on my block...naked saturn, with hula hoop frown, lives in the 9th house on the block...he'll stay awhile, a guest that runs around in his birthday suit...flashing me as he passes...dirty old man...revealing all...

and another milestone passes on the road, this long windy, pock-marked, rocky road with a view that would stagger anyone by it's very lucidity...a cormorant flew over me, escaped from japanese fishing village only to view the rio grande...double rainbows, twins, before my day, crossed the mountains...i see...i sea...Susan Elizabeth Appleby...SEA, see?

i want, or should i say, i desire (cannot escape the desire, nor do i want to, yet) him still, he who suffers the slings, the arrows, the darted looks, the lidded eyes, aye, him, the thing, the one i most cherish and love must suffer with me...for we suffer the most the ones we love...

when i get old, older, i will dwell in dreams, live in light, that woman you pass on the street, whisper, "she must be crazy, look at her eyes...she must be..."

day after...

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Post by Doreen Peri » September 26th, 2004, 11:58 am

excellent piece of writing, sooZ!... i just read it aloud.... very good!

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Post by Lightning Rod » September 26th, 2004, 12:07 pm

beautiful piece, soozen

when those days come

we'll know each other

when we pass on the street

oh, I know what they'll say

they must both be crazy
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

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Post by sooZen » September 27th, 2004, 8:31 am

thanks folks, I liked this pretty well myself for a stream of consciousness...and wonder, am I really that weird? Hah!!!

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Post by WIREMAN » September 27th, 2004, 1:55 pm

no sooz you ain't wierd ...your good crazy....and a lil wired to boot.........you and me and cj and cecil we are kids inside and we are not gonna grow up.....or go to a school ....especially one for creativity .......cause we know where we been......love ya .....marko

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Post by Sierra » September 28th, 2004, 1:56 pm

A woman of wisdom. Getting older
has to have some benefits
Like brilliant streams of consciousness
[like this]
that gravitate from your mind
to our gaze.



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Post by sooZen » September 30th, 2004, 7:17 am

mark, you're right brother! I will always carry the child inside.

Sierra, thank you for the kind words and poem.


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Post by Artguy » October 8th, 2004, 7:45 pm

You've got what some would call crazy wisdom.....and we all benefit from your ailment.................

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Post by raga/blues » August 15th, 2006, 4:33 pm

i do miss your enlightening words sooz..........

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Post by lenny » August 20th, 2006, 11:33 pm

'...if you could only read my mind now...what a tale my thoughts would tell...' - G Lightfoot. You're not alone sooZen. Thanks for sharing.

None of us ever gets anything we don't either need or deserve. Dry those liquid emotions and move on.

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