Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Last night, I performed at a spoken word soiree called "The Nameless People Yell" at a chicago coffee shop in Wicker Park. This is a little over half of the piece I performed. I'm too lazy to type the whole thing.

Maybe I'll start reeading Vogue andwatching dumb movies.
Maybe I'll be obsessed with brownies and have a menstrual cycle.
Maybe I'll sit on my fucking ass and bitch like I have every day, of every week when I come home tired.
Maybe I'll break a few plates and charge it to my boyfrien'd credit card. Maybe I'll break up with him.
Or maybe I'm just wasting my FUCKING TIME...
Maybe I don't care about any of this.
Maybe I'm just tired because my account is in overdraft for the third time b/c I can't say no to sale items. Damn it!
And... maybe I can't say no to an 80 dollar pair of shoes, but that's not the point!
Maybe the problem is I'm young, and I'm trying to grow up before everybody changes their mind and grown-ups stop being cool.
And maybe my poetry sucks and you could give a rat's ass about my overdraft fees or my college tuition but please, please...
leave a tip for me at the door.

Yes it is.

Wish I could have heard you perform it!

Glad you liked it, D.

--k

I left ten bucks at the door, it is all I could afford

too bad the show's over. Coulda used the money. Heh.

--k

the pack of Lucky Strikes in the jar is from me

Glad to hear that you are doing the community thing
it is real healthy to the max
gives you a license to relax
what my slacker stepson needs
he left another job
now has maybe two part time jobs
his best credit
he met an older woman
earthy and street smart
i told him so
street smart and sweet and earthy
she even aksed me to lend a book
kack kerouac poems all sizes
i cudna say no
she said one week
never mind about the twenty dollars i loaned to them last week for gas and the ten i loaned brian for something else,
they're just pilfering momentarily
they both working today
he yard work with the neighbor
she cleaning house for a realtor
and the party never ends.

my roof leaked this morning
but i am staying with tar and gravel
let it all unravel
i'll just marvel at it all
enthralled
cat's on the top shelf
sophie
and sasha
on the couch
gotta cage them today for the vet
things to dooo.
keep on rockin!

Jim, you'll be happy to know that in spite of the wild community surroundings, thronged in events such as these, there seems to be no swell of improvement in either my disposition, or my psyche, so you'll forgive me if I'm leess enthusiastic about. Mail me a kiss and I'll feel a little better.