Inspired by an excerpt from "china in ten words" by Yu Hua

Lace up his new boots 
Hold high his red banner 
He's got a long march ahead 

Wave it at the townsfolk
Lined up by his mother
May never see them again 

What he must do 
When duty calls 
And revolution trumps all

with the leaders seal 
and the peoples heart 
1000 miles he'll march 
1000 miles they'll 

warmth of the day 
degrades to dusk 
the people gather in the dust 

to hear the tale 
of the sights he saw 
"our beautiful rivers and mountains I've seen em all" 
"our beautiful rivers and mountains I've seen em"

took to the road 
when duty called 
and revolution must live on 

to the captive crowd in the dwindling light 
he'd recount those stories every night 
he'd recount those stories till 

Shoulder to shoulder 
back at the station 
bound for a peasant's education 

with each trip back 
look ten years older
his sole position in hand 

a bamboo flute 
he'd sometimes play 
while he wandered down our dusty lane

with a vapid stare 
turned towards the ground 
in fitful fragments came the sound 
of his revolutionary anthem 

And then one day 
he collapsed into the meadow
thin as a rake and kinda yellow 
as if it was his last intent 
to blend with the grasses of the meadow 
then I knew I'd heard his last tune.

Rise then fall of the red gaurd flautist (book report)

jiggy jiggy (doing dishes)

last night in cat town and I'm a ghost
I can see it 
I can feel it 

Last night in cat town and I'm alone 
I can see it 
I can feel it 

Somethings wrong

Last night in cat town (book report)

In the time it takes to walk the beach you could find your way down easy street when there’s to much opportunity to thrive

When your cell phone chimes and your heart rate spikes just another shot to change your life, its not easy feeling queasy from the grind

So shut it down, toss it aside 
There’s a whole world of inconsequence to find

When the worlds on tap and its gone to shit, and you’ve lost the nerve to deal with it but your notification settings won’t oblige

Just shut it down, toss it aside there’s a whole world of inconsequence to find

And it’ll pass you by, and that’ll feel fresh - like your just another mass of living flesh

All the books you love were all read to you in the car at 2 x speed
All your idols speak in 15 second clips

Im an advocate of the idle stare, and of elevator talk, of the brief met eye at the checkout line

So shut it down, toss it aside there’s a whole world of inconsequence to find

Where you can watch the clouds, or just the empty sky, and hear a casual conversation pass you by

A humble plea to the screen people

We don’t belong amongst the invited  
Like stow aways we'll hide  
Come hell or high water like survivors  
Well lay low and bide our time
When the mandates came we waited  
First days then weeks before it was clear  
When the rains did come wed never make it  
And we were forced to concoct a new idea

You may think it rude  
But if it were you  
You can’t tell me you’d have honestly  done different

It was 2 x 2 they entered  
We were hidden well behind the beard 
 Of a billy goat we named st Francis  
And his lady friend we'd name Austere
In the hull with the lessers we unloaded  
To a crack behind a crate on starboard side  
And from here we would mount our great survival  
And from here we'd ride out the storm outside

And for month after month  We'd drown in dark but nothing wetter  While wed listen for the sound of breaking weather

It had honestly felt like forever  
There was only so much gossip to pass the time 
And we'd grown so, so sick of soggy cedar  
And we'd grown fat and apprehensive and probably blind

But when the force of breaking land  Awoke us from a fitful slumber

Like a brush against the hand  Of the very god that brought the thunder

The flood of light that burnt our eyes  Lifted our souls and bodies upward

And we were saved  
We were saved

A Song From The Woodorms On Noah's Ark (book report)

The first light of the morning fluorescent comes at 5:15
and wake to the redundant sounds of Debrah opening 
and wake to the familiar smell of peet moss isle 13
another day here 

its getting harder to remember the outside 
its getting harder to care
We'll take our roof over the perils of a blue sky 
trade our H.V.A.C. for open air

Spend the morning on the rafters, scout for this or that to eat
if the guys from isle 2 would stick to their side there'd be no need to compete.
For the most prt we all get along pretty well, 
then again we all have our days 
the days we spend here

Its getting harder to remember the outside 
it getting harder to care
the receipt that I use for my west wall reads $42.23
"Follow this link leave a review for a chance at a sopping spree"

The afternoon brings summer heat cool off by the spices leek
the gossip is there's a busted bag of grass seed on isle five 
the gossip is by the end of the day well have a fresh bale of long leaf pine 
a day well spend here 

Its getting harder to remember the outside
Its getting harder to care
put theings that I miss with the wilted lillies on the clearance isle 
hide our few regrets from the nest we share

the evening comes with closing time last remnants of the checkout like 
the distant sound of cards outside can lull you right to sleep 
The thoughts we have at the end of the day bleed into dreams then fed away 

a day we spend here 

the time we spend here

The birds that live in the Home Depot garden section

last recorded vibrations from the 1600 ship (book report)

State Change (book report)

Luminaries

Im not the type to write these often 
in fact this is the first one I've done 
but its hard for me to pass on the option 
with a chance of sparing someone 
a stay at unit 341

the automatic lock doesn't function 
or the code we got a few digits off
perhaps that's why the owner left open 
the yard gate and the back door unlocked 
the “yard” a dusty scrabble of rocks 

The updates clearly cheap but attractive 
Procured before the fall of the banks 
The counter top’s not marble but fakes it
The fridge too small and out of date
Frames a letter to the tenants that states: 

“Go easy on the pipes their original.  
Please don’t flush more than 5 or 6 squares.
Leave the air on 106 lowest.
Dump the trash in the ravine down the stairs. 
Reset the breaker between solar flares. 

How the hell could they stock whole bean 
Coffee and not supply the grinder 

But the view of the falling sky 
From the screened in deck’s
Enough to make you wonder

If you even care that the carpet’s stained 
And the shower drain backs up after just a moment.

B.W.N

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