…and all thru my coffee break time

forever 

together

to live without you

would only 

mean

heartbreak for me

 

answer my prayer

say you love me too

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1970 on this day the number one song was telling –

War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

Absolutely Nothing

 

And yet,

here we are

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He refuses to go

Before her

She looks at him

Says no

You go

first

This is it

All she wrote

tbe echoes

echo

just like they should

but nothing else

feels right

she grasps,

bridges the leap of faith,

startles,

stops.

 

He is white as a ghost.

What if-

HE HEARS

her think

before she says

WHY?

He thinks how nice it would be

She laughs out loud, creating

the biggest tremor yet

as if god has somewhere else

to be

rather than watching

John Ashbery and his wife

contemplate

the dark space between life

together

and the unknown

THAT

my loved ones

is what it means

to find love

among the ruins

to have lived this

life

with all you have

and all you are

and with that no

one

could

have

asked

more.

 

and yet

here

we are.

THE YEAR IS 1970

THE NO. ONE SONG

ON SEPTEMBER 7TH

WAS WAR

WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

 

 

2017 – COULD BE THE SAME AS 1984 BEING A BESTSELLER FINALLY OUTSIDE THE UK

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN THE FASCIST REGIME

POLKA DOTS AND MINI SKIRTS

BLACK JACK DO IT AGAIN

YOU SWEAR TO KICK IN VEGAS

THEN YOU FIND YOU’RE BACK

WITH OUT A PENNY TO

YOUR NAME

IN THE LAND

OF MILK

AND HONEY

 

wheel turning round and round

go back jack

Make Me Wanna Holla

 

A year later, the number one hit was by vanilla brite Mormon mama’s boy (his sister did not have anorexia) while What’s Going On would tell the truth. Again, all the tragedy does is oblige. It is a force of nature. Like Hurricanes Ravaging.

 

bad breaks

setbacks

 

violence increasing

trigger happy policing

panic is spreadin’

god knows where

we’re heading

 

 

 

by 1971

1971 landmark album, What’s Going On. Written by Gaye and James Nyx, the song depicted the ghettos of inner-city America as it discussed how the bleak economic situation would lead to someone wanting to holler and throw ones hands up.

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15 minutes of fame

What would you do with the moment?

A pendulum swing 

surveys 

the room 

Thieving bastards

she thinks

outloud

while brushing off the past

from her skirt. 


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The blues don’t care nothing bout you

Your troubles best Go hiding 

Hit the road, find the code 

for you decide 

coming back

and starting over. 

Round
The timepiece beckoned. Julia brushed the flour on her hands into the canvas of her apron. Her apron showed her art. The canvas of a life sustaining others. The bread of life. 

The numbers…


And this thing called fake

So fleeting

so ordinary 

In its dispensing of 

diminishing returns


Theo’s Dream

It was vivid. He was handed a list of books he must take off the shelves of the library of Babel where he worked, a summer part-time job to make enough money to buy that Caprice.

He was leaving Columbia early. Decided to graduate in January so he could drive across the badlands, but Lisa didn’t return until February so he was delayed. Plus, he couldn’t find his mother.Evernote Camera Roll 20160612 104321.png

Get down 

Alright 

KICKASS 

Oh oh

I feel like I’m dreaming

Oh oh

Staring up at the ceiling

Oh oh

It’s four in the morning

I can’t sleep and it feels like a warning

Oh oh

You wouldn’t believe me

If I could say it just the way that I’m feeling

Oh oh

The words that I wanted to say

I feel them slipping away

Hope you guess

Human defies logic

Guess it’s just another dream

That’s slipping away

It seems I’m just drifting away

Just as you have touched my heart

Babe I wake and we’re apart

Just as you have touched my heart, I wake up babe and we’re apart

Well it’s just another song


Just as you have touched my heart, I wake up babe 

and 

we’re apart

The speechwriter 

It is with great humility that I address you, my fellow Americans, as we all stand before the mighty destruction that Mother Nature unleashes upon us all, as when one American suffers, all Americans feel that pain. 
We are the most diverse nation in the world and with diversity comes different opinions, priorities and beliefs based on different American experiences.
I am here today to provide support for this place so hard hit by human tragedy, the great equalizer where we all must stand for the one thing we all share, and that is a common grief for the fallen.
-this is the speech I would write for our President as he seeks to heal PR & LV.