TODAY

here is a short poem (You) and a song (Rosie) for your enjoyment.


YOU


you are poor
but i like you
you see through
my shadow and
never need to explain
what you're doing.
money is poison
and whoever
hears you speak
will know that you are
no one's enemy,
just a rare adjustment
to a fucked up system

Rosie

Rosie found it tricky

To find the stolen city

It never really hit me

To ask and what a pity:

She’s a lost soul

Strung out on rock and roll

I can’t find her

The records that she left

Tell a story of her quest

Between mountains of the West,

Eastern beats and all the rest:

She’s a restless queen

Livin’ out her dreams

She’s gonna find them

She gets together once a week

With children who can barely speak

She looks between the broken words

A glance at meanings she once heard:

They’ll never change her mind

She’ll leave them all behind

It’s all been written

She likes to share her story

To men well past their forties

She leaves before they meet her

There’s no man who’ll complete her:

She a solo trip

Without a stable script

She sings to strangers

She’s like a rolling stone

Headin’ farther from her home

There’s a whistle bell tone

That she heard so long ago:

She’s gonna chase it down

Til she’s out of town;

Her ears are ringing