The red and negative which so easily defines me is a dead dog in the street.
It is festering in the heat. it is pools of red-turning-black stretching out under me. it is the hurried shuffling of people who pass me and look past me and hope someone will take care of what they are trying to ignore
(Which is to say get rid of it: ‘take care’)
which is to say get it cleaned up and out of sight. Out of mind.
Or am I?
What should be remembered as the most important political speech of our time. No one ever heard this because of the media blackout on ron paul.
If somebody
not just anybody
wanted to get close to you
for instance me babe
I wish it was christmas today
She’s got a body under that shirt
but all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt.
Baby, I can’t dance, I can’t talk.
I saw Jesus and it made SENSE that he was there.
