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The Porch May 14, 2009

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A joint effort (poem?) by Jason, Dani, and me. Written at the beach on that wonderful porch:

Yo this one eyed gravediggin bowl is taking its toll
I feel the rush to my head, starting to feel a lil dead
I disagree, to a degree, about humanity,
J flack, jmarq and danny boy,
On some other shit like soy,
Float, moat, boat into the sea.

Why do some folks need religion?
I just need to be sittin here, chillin.
Evangelize, vandalize, get away from me
Quit peddlin shit to kids in the land of the free.

This is the land of the free?
Yes, that has been constantly told to me.
But all I can see, looking through history,
Is institutionalized slavery, poverty, and shrubbery.

Hiding in the crevices of the roots,
A once serene memory dissolves into suitcases and suits,
The land engulfed an indigenous people,
Brutally displaced and erased,
I stop to pick up trash on the hot asphalt below.
And stare into the earth’s face.

And I’m asking myself:
“What could I have done?”
Taking books off the shelf
Trying to piece it back together.

My bookshelf and I are reading together
I’m rewinding through history learning about the past.
I’ve past the war that was Cold, past all living memory that could be told.
Past the Middle Ages, now approaching Rome, on my way home.

MEEEeeeeRHAPSODYtruthpowerpeace MEEEeeeeRHAPSODYtruthpowerpeace
MEEEeeeeRHAPSODYtruthpowerpeace MEEEeeeeRHAPSODYtruthpowerpeace

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