I almost had to pee
Standing there so long it took to read those names
Outside the pentagon, when I believed in it
It:Them:The Government: Those who can help me change,
And all that hot chocolate,
I almost had to pee.
The drum beats, Hare Krishna miracles, shoved me mother gently--
The Pentagon was impenetrable back then,
Back on the lawn with the fake blood
And the need to push but with minds

Where violence and non become blurred with the guns
We see the way that this government RUNS.
 

The Baby

I'm holding the sheet music this way
Because I miss you.  Sometimes it's a
Challenge and makes me think.  Other times,
I just drift to you, because the music
Stopped being a violent ocean minutes ago

(About the time I stopped wanting Chopin,
Because instead I wanted you).
 
 

Sheltered

I don't care how worthless the place is,
Or if our silverware is really made of plastic.
Even if our wooden bowls turn styrofoam
    the only environment never to be destroyed by it
    will be that home.
I'm ignoring the case about my lyrical lapses
And exchanging the pen for sleeping on your lap
Even if we use the tv as a cover for mutual warmth exchange
     the only talk I ever cared about
     is the kind we share when we don't make words.
Such is the case when other things are made.  So easy to make
     are music and love.
 

Hours (The Blues)

Hours til I see you
And the sun is drivin' in.
Hours til I see you
Still that sun is settin' in.
How much longer will an hour take
When measured three times again?

Hours past the work day
And my back is feelin' down.
Hours past the work day
And my feet are feelin' down.
An hour of walking left tonight
And you'll turn it all around.
 
 

Falling In

Falling in some type of propaganda
I am.
The kind with the arabpeacesigngivingchild
That must equal truth.
Ignoring the tanks,
Destroyed colisseum mosoleum walls and shrines
Falling in some type of propaganda
I am.
If I had American children,
They'd be more sheltered than I.
 

Poison Shove

Someone shoved me onto the
grass,
But I took off my shoes
And danced: like no other.
Content with barefoot secret,
Smiling at path-travelers, paved,
I seeped red white and purple bleeding
Onto the grass

Rolling spiritually in pesticide.
 

The Kings of Music

But always a character
Elvis, Jesus, Henry
                      VIII.
Pretends to sing music,
       Inspires music,
             Wrote the music.
This drug-man,
                  pure-man
             blood-lust man.
 

Outlaw

You are an outlaw so my lines are unconfined my
fires watch you light up that-
shh, no one's coming, i'm just
scaring you so I can kiss you
And breathe it back in.
You carry a gun--
 
 

Called for Help

I called for help
but you answered only
with your first
name.
 

This American, Invisible

My life has become
A wandering web
Wrong rooms filled
With gossiping friends.
Lost Asian women-
No- Oriental smellyfood
Bitches
Wanting to eradicate my unAmerican
self.
A phone call wait
With few results.
I was once flashy like
Special
But now have no children or
Wedding or reason
to stop the bell bottoms.
(I can still be a child,
but I want to be a
mother, dressed silly up).
 

On the Gossiper

Where will your
lust take you to the
back room of the
library or in the
journal I gave you
that you tossed aside
in your anal retentive
side
of the room is so messy
I almost decimated your
birthday balloon
!

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