Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Artist, Ch. 8

Her dreams the following night were equally disturbing.

This time she was in Afghanistan

working with the U.S. government

or was she a journalist?

She was interviewing the Taliban

They were very open with her describing the area on the map that was their territory

and which territories were disputed.

American soldiers were also around.

These were not elite soldiers by any stretch, but overweight teenagers playing war.

Helicopters appeared overhead.

American helicopters.

She warned the Taliban and hid in a trench

to avoid the massacre.

But then she had a gun and was hiding behind a wall.

The sloppy American soldiers were called to proceed on the other side of the wall.

She took aim and surprising started shooting them

lots of them.

They were all bunched up like apples in a barrel.

It was hard to miss.

She hit them in the shoulder, the the neck, the chest

they started dropping.

She was surprised. And filled with unease. There was no turning back now.


She awoke to the sound of the chanting outside....

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Music Lover, Ch. 11

Me and Bobbie McGee's

Cousin

Named Umphrey's

Went to New Years

with organic Darjeeling

coursing through the barrier

where the blood meets the brain.

There was no need for more


from the man in the gold suit--

we were already there

third eye shaking


Waiting for the break of day
Searching for something to say
Flashing lights above the stage
Surrendering  we closed our sage
Sitting cross-legged on the floor
25 or 6 until there was more
Staring blindly into space
Getting up to shut my case
Wanting just to stay awake
Wondering how much I can fake
Should I try to do some lore
25 or 6 until there was more
Feeling like I ought to sleep
Spinning room is sinking deep
Searching for something to say
Waiting for the break of day
25 or 6 until there was more
"25 or 6 to 4"    :-)