Saturday Spotlight for October 13th, 2012
Soft ParadeDown the darkened four AM streets
Morrison leads the Soft Parade
I've had enough beer for it to be all wavy
like watching a movie underwater
Bridges burn behind them
hearses falling off into the river
The string of bad luck and trouble is almost over
gone quietly in the early morning hours
Not with a bang or a whimper
only an extended sigh and the shake of a rattlesnake's tail
I watch as always from my window
feeling the dawn aching to come
DeformatoryI dreamed that I had wings, but I still couldn't fly.
They were chicken wings.
So I ate them.
Fifty-five years in the deformatory, I hear that
no one ever gets out alive.
I dreamed of a carnival, with big neon signs that read "Hope"
I think Hope was the name of an elephant, though.
They were making a movie.
I asked what the movie was going to be about.
They said Hope, or fifty-five years in the deformatory.
I sang them a song I'd been writing.
"Ninety days in the deformatory
Doorclosed hallways shriekbrained
Out on a Sunday summer night
The bars are all barred from inside
Bring me a volcano I'll drink down the fire
and blow smoke a thousand miles
Three days on the outside
Empty sidewalks world closed for repairs
Summer women hidden from the holes in my jeans
No music no sanctuary no thing(s)
Bring me a river I'll wash out my brain
and make this wicked season change"
They may use it as the theme song for the movie.
I need to buy new jeans if there's any chance, though.
Movie people are
HeartI left my face in the parking lot, and flies carried it away. Standing faceless in my bedroom, I tried to think about sweet things besides you. I dusted off my glasses and looked hard into my heart, but it was as empty as the cobwebbed cupboard. Fry me up some feeling, let me drink some emotion; I'm dry as the proverbial bone, and looking for salvation. I never gave you a ring. The narrow path is closed now, and I've no other way through. Give me something that I cannot get for myself. Give me enlightenment, or at least hope. Stanly came knocking on the door, as faceless as I. We couldn't speak, but garbled to each other for a bit about shoes and horses and loss. I was glad when he left. My heart couldn't hold out much longer. It wants, it wants, it wants.
Quick Fire SketchA man walking. A dog barking. The man's head is on fire. The world is on fire. The fire is on fire. The fire burns unevenly down one side of the man's lapel. The man is naked. The man glows from within, red razor slash smile, concrete eyes. The man is gone, and a moon appears. It rises quickly and disappears. A tree is barking. The woman's eyes are taped with black electrical tape Xs. She looks for the man, then leaves with the trees. The fire has missed her somehow. The dog is barking at god. God is on fire. These words are on fire. You are on fire.