feeling old

feeling old
this cinco de mayo
my mothers birthday
and day of neverending guilt
I went to the Richmond Art Center
today and there was this exhibit
of Latino art (in the small room)
and there was this drawing of a skeleton
with mermaid fins.
Somehow fish and death go together
on cino de mayo..maybe the skeleton
said something to my soul.
Came to Luggage Store this evening
the place is packed to the hilt with
"kids". I feel so old and incomplete and burdened.
Tonight I thought the guy in the burrito place
was going to take my $20 and not give me any change.
"I GAVE YOU A 20!!" I freaked.
Up the stairs, leaving behind a room full of vaugley frightened ears.
Between tears of remorse and anguish, "wow these kids are good".
Symphonic and thrashing at the same time.
More people here than ever came to see me play thus far...
all I can think is of that skeleton and that other piece
part of the "other" exhibit in the big room now...
the one called electric angel.
White on mysterious gold canvas.
"Electric Angel, light my way..."

"So how do we kill Different?"
asked the housewife-with-too-much-time-on-her-hands...
"I dunno"
said the soldier
"We should burn different, burn different, burn"
Said the man about town
together they stood in a clearing
thousands of townspeople agree
It's the best thing to do when you encounter different
Kill it.
Different moaned. It's head was bleeding. It hadn't been out of it's
little hole for long. Different was not even gay, or from a another country,
Different felt indignant in the extreme. Different bled and bled while
the townspeople poked and prodded and kicked Different.
"Hey" said a local used car salesman, "Lets burn Different alive".
They took a squirming and sobbing Different and tied it to a tree and covered it in oil...
"Corporate intelligence now MORE!" screamed a women in joy as she lit the match the fell on Different pool oil covered frame.
A squeal of fear came from Different and it was burned alive screaming and roaring for mercy...Unlike a witch burning this had nothing to do with God.
It was simply a decision the townspeople made like going to the store or buying a crepe.
The END

we built this city

"We built this city on rock and roll"-Jefferson Starship

We built this city on the backs of dead Buffalo

We built this city on the angry hands of Indian corpses

we built this city on pollution

and anger and porn.

We built this city on products from India and China

and on loveless cars that litter the streets/deathly

plastic/metal jewels of blue and black.

We built this city with concrete and metal

and we built it with stone and metal and wood.

We built it to last. Another century perhaps.

We built this city to hold prisoners and beauty queens

to hold lovers and lunatics.

We cater to every human hunger, for sex or crack or coffee...

We built this city to from love and hate and all the in-betweens

to rise, rise out of the dusty bay and tower over the ocean.

We built this City to be a half moon reflected in the eyes of a woman peering up at

the sky...and for children wading through seas of lost innocene in order to reach the

other

side of the Ocean

We built this city and the city will survive us, with dead buffalo

treading, invisibly, the freeway lanes...