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LP record. Start. Stop. Pause.
Miles Davis spinning on the player
Kind of Blue, or Walking
(I start walking) Empty street,
Empty bus drives by; no driver in front
Horror movie façade.

My gaunt face appears on the store windows
I do not know if I am sober.
And I do not know if I care.

Absinthe bottle in hand,
I hope no cops would raid this neighborhood tonight
I have nothing else to drink but this poison water.

LP record. Change. Stop. Start.
The Ventures recording breaks as I put it on. Change to The Beatles
Rough version of Helter Skelter
(A man runs with a woman’s bag in his hand)
The old hag is lying in the alley
Her hair is drenched in blood and her clothes with menstruation
Dozens of passers-by. No one stops to help her.
I would have if I was a bit sober
Which I wasn’t sure about.
Headlines the next day: champion dog eats through town party
Bottom news: old woman dies, no claim on body.

LP record. Skips. Stop. Change. Start.
Jimi Hendrix. An old Christmas gift
Crosstown Traffic on loop.
(Lady runs me over with her Truck)
I lose my legs. Help me anyone,
Please give a hand. I could not, would not save myself
I can’t walk (and i don't really want to walk)
This grey asphalt I drench with my fluids. When I die, a tree will grow
And It’ll get in the paper. Running Headlights.
I SCREAM FOR SALVATION!
I SCREAM FOR SALVATION! I SCREAM FOR SALVATION
I SCREAM FOR SLAVE-ATION! I SCREAM FOR SLAVE-ATION!
I SCREAM FOR SLAVERY!
I SCREAM AGAINST THIS COLD DANK NIGHT
While this car would pass me by
And not one shall dare to try and save me.

































*I wrote this a year ago, when I was 15, after going to a very strange party. I still remember the smell of mixed liquor and the haunting aura of whatever it was that made that evening strange. I found this again just yesterday.



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On Wednesday January 30th, 2008, sole (114) writes:
You can't read this poem and not hear the background lyrics. Truly ethereal in delivery and completely realistic in sbustance. Bravo sir, you've won at poetry.


On Saturday June 24th, 2006, Tonights Decision (167) writes:
powerful..


On Sunday May 21st, 2006, Zen (629) writes:
u should post a pic


On Saturday May 13th, 2006, Michelle Xiao (507) writes:
Interesting mix of observations and beat, like spending a night at the record store with a freakish collector. Very nicely captured.


On Friday May 12th, 2006, Ainsof (1803) writes:
this is quite a trip and I really enjoyed the incorporation of music into the work, it brought an added, somewhat surreal quality


On Friday May 12th, 2006, Army Barbie (499) writes:
Yeah I agree with Anth, not your best...not even holding a candle to the other works...but still amazing. You're very vocal and very strong. I love you to pieces, but you know that.


On Thursday September 7th, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:
I totally disagree...I thought this was truly menacing and disturbing and it's socialcommentary was electrifying and horrifying...one of the most profounf things I've read here...totally chilling, excellent work Jules


On Friday May 12th, 2006, evolve (2231) writes:
Thoroughly intoxicating.. your words clamber for life upon upon my lips, demanding to be made audible..such a voice you have. Such a strong voice.


On Friday May 12th, 2006, anth (1612) writes:
your promise is shown in this, i didnt quite like it as much as your other works, but some parts really stood out to me, your ability to capture certain atmospheres and insights, i loved the tone of this


On Thursday September 7th, 2006, The Zebra Warrior (2414) writes:
it goes beyond promise...it disturbs the essence of the soul; you can't sweep over the cracks in this life;you're/we're just a part of the furniture....woodworm included



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