life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

life for me ain't been no crystal stair. spit. bricks. and .... song. .... early morning. asked to march. taken away. taken away. a rememberance, smooth cold and a smarting crack against the skin. ................. AGAINST THE SKIN. ................. we wake. begin again. feeling like 2 FOR THE PRICE OF ONE and Invention's Mother, Necessity.. has a gran'baby/.... alias: Capitilist. ........... we rest on the spines of motown. empowered by song. and long dangling earings. with tiny absurd skinny they were so skinny bodies. climbing her dangling jingle jangles. with every successive throw of limb, their bones jabbed through skin. and they went synchronized tick tock manner. throw. whiplash. and crack. and throw. whiplash. and crack. and so whiplash. and crack. .......... she.. walked long tall in non-chalance. precious. her skin drank anything you would put on it. she felt confident in her powers of absorbtion. while performing the newly acquired acts of contortion. "the young caucasian is still at large" wag your dog. like liberal distortion. ................... the day ends. the night begins. and mocks the day with her flames. call us riot, we are rebellion. "taking advantage of the situation" that would be the looting ......... back then those weren't no rubber bullets shooting. nah. life for me ain't been no crystal stair....just scribble..clickety clacked this random.. right here. it wasn't prewritten and transferred respectably. like a clack floppy. --just sat down an' erwot wrote it right here. surprised mahself, indeed. not my usual cup of tea... and i would be much obliged for some holy commentary criticism. i love all of you. as mein fren said, "we will all be legends, all of us"..... Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 12:56 PM PST   0 • 9