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by Doreen Peri » September 22nd, 2014, 9:08 pm
Everybody should start a website or go to a website
or pick out various sights they want to see, participate fluently,
read it aloud, bring it to a crowd, get all dressed up dowdy and such,
have lunch at the local diner, wine her and prime her, count your
followers like subscribers, take up the garbage liners, fill them
with words or the absurdities imagined, fashioned after something
else or some other, totally different than another, cover yourselves
with verbs and pronouns, make do, shoo away the naysayers, play
keyboard harmonies with the instigators, everybody should. Everybody should.
Everybody should not even consider the use of the word "should" 'cause
would anybody anywhere want to tell anybody anywhere what he or she
should or should not do? NO! So....
Everybody should get with the ones they love and SCREW!
Just do it to it, like Nike! Wear your running shoes and split when it's
time that the rhyme ran out, no doubt about it! Let's not cloud it with
speculation or pretend it's a spectator sport, but everybody's gotta snort
some words every now and then, make 'em rush up the spine, those standing
in line entwined around the diadem of honor!
And I have spoken my truth more often than
the youth of myself ever had
the pleasure of viewing, all on the stage,
the rage cuing me on to go go GO!
But what do you know? I know what
I know, you know what you know but everybody's
got to know where to go when they have nowhere to go,
like somewhere they feel is home,
though their boots roam, their rhythms roam,
their tones change, they rearrange their perspective
every time there's an injective they don't get but i say
AHEM!... AHEM! I clear my throat... AHEM!
Let there be women and men, children and ancestors,
the purposeful and the purposeLESS, because when you
least expect it, expect it, the KISS of of a phrase on the
side of the cheek, the assumed weak rising above those
who just sit there twiddling their thumbs,
the numb believers, the truth achievers,
the ridiculously downtrodden, the word cotton
weavers creating garments for us to bare our souls,
the whole entirety of a human
coalition SOLD on the fact that all you gotta do is
LOG ON for crissake! Just LOG ON and
post your soul and there you have it,
Whole, fractioned, debased, increased,
our ultra humanhood creased
like the khakis your daddy used to wear,
front and back, front and back, the lack of understanding
spread like a denim jacket over the muscle-bound backs of pioneers...
and I am HERE to tell you, I am HERE to scream,
I am HERE to be whatever it is it takes for you
to know what I mean! I am HERE to wander, I am HERE to sing,
But I wouldn't do anything, not one little goddamn
thing to make anybody listen to me
because there's no way any human being could
force such a course for the ears but
yanno what? I got a lot to say and I'll play this just the way
I'd play it if I had nothing to say at all except for diary entries.
I'm going to sleep. So keep
the light on, bright on the metaphors, please,
because without the fences, there'll be nothing
left to jump.
Therefore, I strongly suggest you dump
this post in a swallowed lake, take your time
to distinguish, take your time to distinguish,
take your time to distinguish, take your god given
frickin' time to distinguish
Which parts you'd like to remember and which
you'd like to pretend didn't exist.
As it is, as it is, as it is... I am late for my dream date.
