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Blog Archive
Cool Stuff: Art at the top, Politics at the bottom, Mind candy in the middle
- Ben and Elizabeth at Trickhouse -- poetry/photography/mulitmedia experiment. Beautiful.
- Perkasie Dirt -- super-cool Philly poet's blog
- Banksy
- The Wooster Collective
- Other People's Secrets
- Prolific Squalor -- holy cow, it's snippets of random IM conversations. Fascinating and addictive.
- Pandora
- The Edge of the American West
- Rust Belt Intellectual
- PostBourgie
- Wonkette -- highly entertaining (and generally spot-on) political blog
- Angry Black Bitch
- Kembrew.com
- Bitch PhD
4 comments:
Ha, that's great. Can you work a dog into it?
Oh My. I really enjoyed this and also the last poem, the Love poem.
You go. Seriously: awesome.
Country, eh? Seems more like folk rock to me. Like Kathleen Edwards. It's good. I can feel the pain and sense of being trapped.
Like this (but better):
It's complicated
Technically I'm certified
A walking declaration
Of everything I couldn't get right
Time is just an anchor
But 7 years I think I'm right
Now you've changed your number
It's like a noose around my life
Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every penny I put away
Asking for flowers
Is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
10 years I've been working nights
My life is like a picture
Left out too long in the sun
Now I'm trying to remember
All the faces of the names i've loved
And all that's left of me now
Is a cigarette burning bright
And a fading memory of
All the things I tried to get right
Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every plan I tried to make
Asking for flowers
Is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
10 years I've been working nights
(solo)
Every pill I took in vain
Every meal for you I made
Every bill I went and paid
Every card I signed my name
Every time I poured my heart out
Every threat you made to move out
Every cruel word you let just slip out
Every cruel word you let just slip out
(solo)
Asking for flowers
Is like asking you to be nice
Don't tell me you're too tired
10 years I've been working nights
Don't tell me you're too tired
10 years I've been working nights
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