stepped outta the house tonight
blue sky blue pale blue all blue no cloud no vapor trail anywhere no
vapor only blue
the light was fading blue to white and now still blue but turning black
and when i shuffled through the green light turning red i came upon a
car with three girls singing
singing urban songs with metal through their tongues and smiles on their
faces
i said 'louder' and their smiles grew broader and they broke into talk
and talk is what is needed and singing and healing and healing
and retaliation shall slice through the black and blue sky like a
stealth like a thief in broad daylight with a jumbojet loaded with jet
fuel loaded with california bound easterners loaded with lives shrieking
with terror as they like nobody else ever will ever put into words songs
bombs rhetoric will understand.
i stepped outta the house tonight to find children in the park giggling
at squirrles mating chasing and then falling from a deeply rooted oak
and the white dog named dune giving chase to the fallen vermin which is
a word given to describe the men with knives who fly jets into edifices
and shut down america and the dog named dune damn near ripped doug's
shoulder out of its socket and as doug sat on the bench i pressed his
shoulder with both hands front and back and made sure it was still in
its socket still strong ready to hold up his jazz trumpet and make girls
smile and sing and help men remember that they are human too.
not like the men on planes with knives with plans with orders with
conviction with souls of ice with a belief like a belief that i have
never held do not understand and question beg plead to understand why.
i walked into a building of brick this morning and said the world trade
center had been struck by a plane and everyone looked at me and the
phone rang and the television came on we stood stunned my first words
were fuckinA that's the pentagon just like the guy who i love in the
deerhunter which was shot in pennsylvania in the hills where the fourth
plane landed. nobody knows what the pilot did but he did something
strong something worthy of a final act he took his people everybodys
people down in the quiet hills of coal country near frank lloyd wrights
falling water where people go to try to understand peace try to
understand tranquility where people go to learn about architecture. and
architects and priests and designers and political overlords and
musicians and poets and yes even thieves and people who have stricken
terror into the hearts of others shall gather and wonder and talk and
plan and jockey for positions and try to decide what to do with the
space where two hundred and fifty stories of concrete and rebar and
glass and flesh and blood and bone and water and life were ripped
asunder like a machete ripping through my neck. may music and girls
singing and poets and philosophers and marketeers and capitalists and
muslims and jews and all of islam and my corny catholic parents and your
offspring and the lost and the found of the world gather and rejoice and
mourn and embrace each other because each other is all we have just like
the people on those flights had sitting next to a stranger worrying
about the day's affairs and then suddenly powerfully infinitely
realizing that the man woman child stranger friend lover sitting next to
them is all they have in that moment that cleared the skies and turned
everything to blue above the house where i live and the girls sing and
the squirrels fall and the children laugh.
Mike Vinson
PS I joined this list a couple of days ago. I did absolutely no work
today. I still cannot function. Thank you for listening. I will try to
contribute more as time progesses. god bless you all.
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