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Posted by yelahneb on Oct 26, 2007 in everything | 1 comment
wrote this poem awhile back for/about a friend of mine, and recently got permission to post it. it’s a reflection on certain events that were going on in her life at the time, and now that i think on it, it’s also a bookend of sorts to a Weird Blues song brother haptown wrote waaay back in the day…
She’s leaving Earth
Took the first train out
What was your name again?
Did you think
Did you feel
You were the one?
Silly boy
It’s written in the stars
And what have you got?
It’s written in the stars
And what have you got?
Man, I seen your face
In a magazine
And that ain’t no way to fly
She’s leaving Earth
Took the first train out
What was your game again?
Did she laugh
Did she smile
When you said goodbye?
I ain’t surprised
She’s writing in the stars
And what have you got?
She’s writing in the stars
And what have you got?
Man, I seen your face
On a flickering screen
And that ain’t no way to cry
She’s leaving Earth
Leapt up with a shout
What was your name again?
Did you say
Did you play
Like you were the one?
Silly boys
Always looking at the stars
Instead of what they’ve got
[3.16.2007]
Posted by yelahneb on Oct 17, 2007 in everything | 2 comments
from my friend Vicki, via Twitter:
- wistfully remembering the days when I wrote poetry instead of getting myself ensnared in impossible battles between warring ideologues.
- being the object of suspicion and speculation among would-be allies, because I have this habit of eviscerating sacred metaphorical cows.
Posted by yelahneb on Oct 10, 2007 in everything | 2 comments
witness his madness on flickr. his account is dead, so this google search linking all his flickr comments will have to suffice for the patient and easily amused/horrified. this is certainly one of the weirder fetishes i’ve run across, partially because (astonishingly) it’s not one i’m into. i’ve searched the dark corners of my Id, and i just can’t get off on this one…
Posted by yelahneb on Oct 9, 2007 in everything | 0 comments
Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?
