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One Eyed Critics

3:30
In the morning
With not
A soul in sight
We sat
Four-deep at
A traffic light
Talking about how
Dumb and brainwashed
Some of our Brothers and Sisters are
While we waited
For a green light
To tell us
When to go.
—Norman Jordan
Apollo Theater, NYC, 1972

by the time i get to burnside

i am a laborer for the county
and i walk down many a road
passing yellow tinged memories
and singed bridges from long ago
i can hear you through the airwaves
and in the recesses of my mind
i need you more than want you
and i want you all the time
i hitched a ride with a lineman
we shared a tale or two
he said he can be with his family
and still feel alone at home
periwinkle sky turns into gray
pretty thoughts hide our stains
when the rain washes away
all that’s left is the pain
by the time i get to burnside
i’ll have lost the concept of time
i’ve moved but haven’t traveled
trapped inside my own mind
i just want to be the one next to you
when the sun rises and shines
i need you more than want you
and i want you all the time

Velvet

Excuse me, ma’am. Do you have a moment you could spare?
I just want to ask you a question, only a few if you’d care.
What’s that? Don’t call you ma’am. Beg your pardon.
Charge it to my Southern mannerisms and my jargon
Tell me how this ardent fan can be the apple of your eye
Been checking you from afar, then I’d skedaddle on the sly
I must admit that at first I was hesitant to approach
Your radiance was so bright, I ran away like a roach
But you only live once, can’t make the same mistake twice
So I’ma roll the dice, gambling can be a rewarding vice
So where are you headed? Can I treat you to some coffee?
Green tea? Sake? Latte? Caffe mocha with some toffee?
Where’d you want to sit? Inside here or maybe outdoors?
I’m good with black coffee, but for you, the choice is yours.
What’s your name? Where are you from? Do you think we have potential?
That too intrusive? I understand. To be fair, let me run down my credentials.
I’m the man of your dreams. Your future spouse, no question.
Future father of your kids. Oh, you didn’t know? Full discretion.
So what do you think? You want to be down with the king?
Oh, you’re on your phone now? I didn’t even hear it ring.
What’s that? You say gotta go now? Why such urgency?
Your grandma fell out of a plane? That’s quite the family emergency!
Need a ride? I can take you. No? Not what I suspected.
This is ending rather abruptly, much faster than I expected.
Well, it was nice to talk to…oh, yes, you have to go.
Maybe we can catch up later? Eh, bad idea? I don’t know.
Just thought it’d be nice to…OK, I’ll get out of your face.
Your face is so pretty…whoa, please, don’t spray me with mace!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! IT BURNS! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!
OH GOD! MY FACE’S ON FIRE! I WAS JUST SHOWING CONCERN!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I THINK SOME GOT IN MY MOUTH!