Snapping
Popping
Bang Bang Bang.
The whole neighborhood grows silent
The childeren stop laughing
the dogs stop barking
and the smell of barbeque draws out of the air
pants low
hats lower
skies grey
hopes greyer
wondering who's going to be widowed next?
Walking alone
scared but brave enough
artistic and invinceable
creative and destructable
female
white
target
stop questioning
pressuring
assuming you know the end outcome
hoping to hear the right answer
which answer is right?
who knows anything about anyone here
who knows were here?
screaming, smiling, laughing, living.
loathing the upper hand that lay us down
to sleep at night
to not peep at night
smokey clubs and smokier lungs
tattered shoes from dancing
so much
cluttered minds, and thumping hearts
standing outside, jump starting cars
ghettos, getting more ghetto as time turns
fading reality, which way do I turn?
Detroit, Detroit.
You've never fallen off my map.
Detroit, land of opportunity?
Well how about that...
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Self Realization.
Hello cold air, colder snow and even colder wood floors.
Here in Detroit, it's gusts of snow filled wind, and chills up the spine.
As you shuffle your feet across the white dusted pavement running to your car,
you can only hope there's not a thirty dollar ticket sitting on your windshield due to the meter eating your quarters, and saying it's expired.
Wiping the snow from your face and squinting your eyes you see a Tavern,
and in you go, into the warmth, for a warm cup of coffee with a warm shot of Jameson.
Ah, Life, it happens boy.
And it happens the hardest when you're least expecting it.
The bartender is an old bar marm, says she's worked there twenty one years & is pretty quick on the coffee refills. The whole place smells of barbeque chicken and beer, the windows steamed up just around the edges and the hum of the t.v. and juke box sent a vibration around the bar that created a comfortable feeling, just enough to be good in your seat, with your drink in your hand, and conversation in your mouth. And, we wait.
The car is covered in snow at this point, there are notes all over it: PLEASE DO NOT TOW: CAR BROKE DOWN, WENT FOR HELP WILL RETURN. , WILL RETURN - METER BROKEN WENT FOR HELP- PLEASE DO NOT TICKET OR TOW., two hours in the pub and the occasional checking out the window to ensure it wasnt being towed, and its time to go peek at it see if any tickets or guff has been done to it....and BAM, thirty dollars for a no standing zone after six p.m, and the snow had covered all of the notes.....aye yae yae, somebody get me a tow truck.
Fish and chips, even though I'm a vegetarian, something's different in the air tonight..
There's more to this car conundrum than sitting around all day, this is some sort of transition....I just havent figured it out yet.
Detroit, you're a despicably magical place....aren't you?
Here in Detroit, it's gusts of snow filled wind, and chills up the spine.
As you shuffle your feet across the white dusted pavement running to your car,
you can only hope there's not a thirty dollar ticket sitting on your windshield due to the meter eating your quarters, and saying it's expired.
Wiping the snow from your face and squinting your eyes you see a Tavern,
and in you go, into the warmth, for a warm cup of coffee with a warm shot of Jameson.
Ah, Life, it happens boy.
And it happens the hardest when you're least expecting it.
The bartender is an old bar marm, says she's worked there twenty one years & is pretty quick on the coffee refills. The whole place smells of barbeque chicken and beer, the windows steamed up just around the edges and the hum of the t.v. and juke box sent a vibration around the bar that created a comfortable feeling, just enough to be good in your seat, with your drink in your hand, and conversation in your mouth. And, we wait.
The car is covered in snow at this point, there are notes all over it: PLEASE DO NOT TOW: CAR BROKE DOWN, WENT FOR HELP WILL RETURN. , WILL RETURN - METER BROKEN WENT FOR HELP- PLEASE DO NOT TICKET OR TOW., two hours in the pub and the occasional checking out the window to ensure it wasnt being towed, and its time to go peek at it see if any tickets or guff has been done to it....and BAM, thirty dollars for a no standing zone after six p.m, and the snow had covered all of the notes.....aye yae yae, somebody get me a tow truck.
Fish and chips, even though I'm a vegetarian, something's different in the air tonight..
There's more to this car conundrum than sitting around all day, this is some sort of transition....I just havent figured it out yet.
Detroit, you're a despicably magical place....aren't you?
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