82243, Just Come Tell A Story Posted by blaksilence, Thu Oct-08-09 04:26 PM
from the back of your notebook...
or make it up in in the 'post' box as you go
doesn't have to make sense
nor end properly
1 line or a thousand
Just Add on a story
I'll do five or so of my own.
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Behind me the sun spins or the moon does. Or, the world looks like Hades, or Heaven, or 45th Street in the snow.
We've gathered here to watch a jade burn, or a soul loose, or a 14 year old mother breast feed her child on a bench.
There's blood on the floor but I don't know where it's from. It can't be mine. I'm Superman. I read Balzac in the winter, Chekhov in the Summer.
I know Mozart, not sonically, but personally. I'm Superman. I call Balzac 'Ball sack' and no one stops me.
I turned 'Three Sisters' into 'Four Sisters' because I fucked it. And no one stopped me.
I can't leap a building in a single bound, nor run faster than a speeding bullet, but I'm Superman just the same.
My cape is red except that when I stepped out onto 45th street, I didn't have a cape.
There's blood on the street, blood on my back. But it isn't mine. It can't be.
I'm like Clark Kent when he's angry. I'm Clark Kent in a child support case with Lois Lane. I see red.
I see red like Picasso in 1905. I see a red armchair with a 14 year old mother breast feeding her child.
Iced roses glint upon her mouth, glint upon the snow. Iced roses glint upon her mouth, glint upon the snow.
I stepped in front of the bullet but this blood isn't mine.
Red periods are for those with brushes.
I can quote Shakespeare in my dreams, but I don't know shit 'bout paint.
Whether 'tis nobler... to suffer the slings and arrows...(AND I DREAM...) or to take arms against a sea of troubles...(AND I DREAM)
I took arms. I'm Superman, so I took steel arms and stepped in front of a boyfriend pointing a pistol at a 14 year old girl on 45th Street.
I'm on the ground now watching her breast feed her newborn on a bench.
I'm on the ground.
But this blood isn't mine.
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p.s.
i know i'm supposed to be retired. forgive my little relapse. a nigga been reading Balzac (Na, my nigga, not ball sack. Google.)
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