Half Written Things from 2009

Kt asked for an update... so here are some of the things I have written but will probably never finish.

To Be on the Radio

Yesterday we played, a new game that we had all created

We pretended to be our dads, So I was a baker, and he was a security guard

All day the sun, shined down us you can’t believe the fun.

I showed off your Badge, and we looked at all the differences they had.

Hey Papa, I heard your name on the radio today.

Hey Papa, will we live like the radio stars

They call out your name, people call in to tell them where we live

And I think they

Might want to bring us sweets and flowers

Oh the radio, always plays the best of music

The latest star, is mentioned so everyone knows who they are

Maybe one day, I could be a DJ too, and then all the people

Would hear my voice and ask about me too.

Hey Papa, I heard your name on the radio today.

Hey Papa, will we live like the radio stars

They call out your name, but the people sound angry, they don’t seem normal

And I think they,

Maybe shouldn’t tell these people where we live.

My teacher asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up.

But after I spoke, she said that “my people were greedy”

And I didn’t know what she meant, but I looked around and the kids made faces

So I just sat down without saying anything.

Hey Papa, I heard your name on the radio today.

Hey Papa, will we live like the radio stars

They call out your name, and I don’t like it, they freighted me,

And I think they

Are on their way here.


********During the Rwandan Genocide people announced the locations of families to be killed.I was trying to think about how a child would perceive this.

Shallow Diving

So far I only know you like a shallow diver

Barely scratched the surface and I’m wondering bout your purpose here

On this earth, please

can we take it deeper, these

conversations revolve around going to shows

and we both know how that goes,

but I’m wondering what moves you


Hey There

Hey there, have you peeled back your mask yet?

Spoken with your own voice

Projected anything you haven’t protested

or protected us from yet?

I wanna hear the real you, whats your name and where you been?

I asked your friends, they said you’re funny.

I asked your coworkers, they couldn’t spot you.

You answered Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent,

but without implying heroics on the other end.

I just wonder if the halved words and sentences you write

have anything to do with the sacrifice


Dive Bar Beauty

Standing at the bar bare shouldered,

smoldered in lines, blush and mascara

These drunken guys be yappin bout they’d love to hold her,

But I sometimes wonder if in the morning they can bear ya

No offense, it’s not the way you dress that sends a message

like ”please demean me”

More the way you hold yourself, half slunk over, hip stuck out and lips a poutin

Right now you’re saying “you don’t know me, you can’t judge me, haven’t seen me”

Drunken eyes scream “please help me out, I been hurt and now I‘m doubtin.”


Simple

I went through the light,

Passed Hephaestus with his hammer wailing

The big red doors, the sirens blaring

Nearing the video store where I once put my hand in another’s



To find love in another room. He snuck away from the funeral that day. Hoping to spy some fair lady, vulnerable and open. As vulnerable as he was. She didn’t have to be mourning; he was open to the possibilities, perhaps a caretaker. For caretaking too is a type of vulnerability. So wound up in the self, intent to spend effort , exhorting in all manners to help heal, well one intent on manipulating is quite open to manipulation, he was after all entitled to the part of crying fool.



It doesn’t matter

how many earrings ride your ears

It doesn’t matter

How loud the people are with the victory cheers

It doesn’t matter

How the crowd feels when the show is done

Cuz a losers still a loser man

Even when hes won

Confidence

I heard that pride fuels accomplishment

Confidence

I heard that accomplishment fuels pride

Confidence

I read that we are all the same man

Confidence

I learned that confidence is whats inside

Hold up

How can you say that the people don’t matter

Catch you playing for the crowd, with your paintings and poetic chatter

How you gonna say that your friends aint there

When they look you in the eye man and they say that they care?


If the ground is trembling due to a volcanic eruption

I’ll probably be there on vacation

I’ll die with A.I.D.S, though I aint a hemophiliac, heroin addict or Haitian.

I’m a fall down those stairs just because they’re wet

I aint a terrorist you know, but im sure I’ll be on the next Al-Qaeda jet

The bird flu, sars or some sort of monkey pox

Toxic fumes, radioactive waste, oops I forgot to get my malaria shots.

At the scene of the drive by, I’m the first to get sprayed by random uzi fire

Took 3 in the stomach and 2 just a little higher

I’m not saying I am praying for the end of the world,

But I’ll be the first one to die when the revelation’s pages unfurl

And I’m gonna sit right there when the zombies attack

Because my brain will get eaten regardless of the ammunition I stack

Cuz someone’s got to go first, and I’m that type of guy

The Random innocent who died that day

without getting to say goodbye