a body in motion
wrapped in metal skin

Trees, signs, and strangers
zoom past in a blur
and while one sun sets
many clouds rise
to drench my spirit
in torrential rain
and golden light

What is this world I'm in?

What is this heaven and hell
of dreams and futility and loss
where freedom, love, and want
have become euphemisms
for life in a cage?

What a lie it is!

As the rain blasts against
this metal exoskeleton
propelling me toward
a new dark future
where strength is lost
beauty turns gray
and scragged hair
and fragile bones
and lost lovers
spill over an event horizon
into death

I think on all that has passed
and all that is passing
while sighing back tears
of fear and loss
and every flashing signal
takes me in a circle
to a destination
of lessened return

Another fatality of the road

 
 
 
 
 
 

 oldviolin wrote: 



An involuntary tic?!

Chicken Claws

Far away over there ...
Starting the busy morning ...

IN RUSSIA, ROOSTER SCREAMS "KU-KA-RRE-KU`"!!!!!
In Spanish they scream "QUIQUIRIQUÍ"

English roosters say Cockle-doodle-dooo! and the Francophone roosters say Co-co-ree-co!

In Germany they say Kikerikie! 
And in Finnish kukkokiekuu! 
In Dutch:Kukeleku
In Taiwan they crow in the North "Wowowo!"
And in the South "Gugugu!"
In Turkish ü-ürü-üüüü 

While here they crow "Ku ku ru yuuuk"

To encourage their beloved mistresses to peck worms enjoying their wake up wiggle 

Provided with a pair of her ugly claws

For the sake of the two of her darling baby chicks 

Tweeting to utter the messages of their tummies

Mar. 23. school today. went down to Pewts to draw pictures. Charlie
Woodbury can draw the best, then Pewt, and then me. Beany dont like
to draw. we was talking about what we was going to be when we grew up.
Charlie Woodbury is going to be a picture painter, Pewt is going to be a
lawyer, Potter Gorham and Chick Chickering are going to stuff birds for
a living, Beany is going to be a hack driver, Gim Wingit is going to run
a newspaper, Cawcaw Harding is going to be a piscopal minister becaus he
says they only have to read their speaches out of a book, Nipper Brown
is going to be a professer, Priscilla Hobbs is going to play a organ in
the baptis church. Prisil can play 3 tunes now on a little organ. i am
going to be a cornet player like Bruce Briggam. cornet players can go to
all the dances and fairs and prosessions and are invited in and treated
when people are married and they serrinade them at night, and they don't
have to work either.

Henry A. Shute

Algonquin J. Calhoun: <Kingfish is trying to get Calhoun to help him dupe Andy> What? Do you think I is low down enough to deceive Brother Andy?
<begins hitting fist on desk>
Algonquin J. Calhoun: Do you think I is crooked enough! Do you think I is spineless enough!
<Kingfish puts $20 on the desk>
Algonquin J. Calhoun: Uh, well, just call me Jellyfish
<pockets the $20>
Algonquin J. Calhoun: There's only two reasons a man will do something - money and glory.
George 'Kingfish' Stevens: Hmmmm... Glory.
Algonquin J. Calhoun: Yeah. Why did George Washington cross the Delaware? Glory! Why did Napoleon go to Waterloo? Glory! And why did I, when I was 12 years old, ride the rapids of the Hudson River on a log when I coulda' been killed?
George 'Kingfish' Stevens: Glory?
Algonquin J. Calhoun: Naw... just a fool kid!

A LIKELY STORY

I am so grateful to have heard Mama, Look, a Boo Boo on RP today, even if it's not the Belafonte version. Thanks, Bill and Rebecca!