Before it was beaten out of me
Before they taught me to color inside the lines
Raise my hand, and wait to be called upon
Before I was schooled to stand up straight
Avoid chewing gum; speak when spoken to
Before being trained to respond to bells
I learned to cipher my words
With poetry and slang and gibberish
Masking the fullness of my feelings
With oblique language
And casual nonchalance
Before my windows were walled in,
With self-medication
Sullen silence and cloudy self-pity
I used to speak directly to God
Connecting to the cosmic voice
Each night, sweaty underneath
The quilted bedspread
I called out to the creator in my head
And God he spoke back to me
In echoed tones and repeated phrases
Like the reverberating sounds
From Drive-In speakers:
Or the call of the bluebird:
Never forget, never forgive
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Bluebird Song
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Gas
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solstice starting gun
gentlemen rev your engines
roadtripping gas up!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Flaming Lips Live at Sasquatch
Great Citizen Rock Journalism now live:
Featuring the rock images of g. piper carr.
http://www.flickr.com/groups/citizenphotog/pool/
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
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