The shut down shut up butt out you do not matter unless my matter says you matter to my money.

The ghost talk to the hand cut off talkies peripheral noise to any emotional other than don’t upset me I’m dancing and don’t have time to talk

The dignity of respect whirling in my own above you now cuz I am twirling diva and don’t need to speak up for myself against a monument I hold no regard.

The whirling dervish will dance around you but keep it pretty or you must leave the dance floor. No rags tags talk to me here cuz I am in charge of this space dance. Move along broken judges to my noble diva silence.

I am the whirling devdivaish don’t bother with me cuz I am dancing to my own shadow now.

look into the eyes of the child. age 6. This morning i woke up thinking about Sandy hook and Adam Lanza. My thoughts started with the realization that it is that month and it is almost that day. The day i was celebrating with my student and little people with a traditional native American ritual for educational and ceremonial purposes.

I woke up and glanced sullenly at the photos of students who have come and gone within my care during these years i lost count. Thinking that these children. These little sand promises are now are teenagers and many have graduated into grown up hate or love if they are lucky enough to fight for their lives with all ounce of breath.

The innocent faces behind a giant shock to the tiny system and the majority freeze play in 66 lashes of ravioli. The cheese rotting and sticking to the private parts when no one is around to inspect the crevice’s or behind the ears.

Those all grown up can work it out with all the pod tubes and potty tablets there is no reason to hold the lead account. anthem to the flag and prepared to skydive tandems for whimps, and we all trust that bullies are not wiiiimppppsss just people with rights to emulate the house models.

The gunshot sound is faint with the too many barrel of tricks are for kids and the bell rang and the cafeteria is closed now get the ‘cover your ears before you cause me to say something inappropriate’ and scar you for life. your fault not mine kid………….mr lanza i presume if i am not mistaken. have a seat and take a number. The manager is on a break.

Scene opens:

Girl walks into a soda shop.

Boy takes notice:

Girl: Hi

Boy: Hi

Girl: hmphhhh

Boy: hmphhhh

Girl goes to order a milkshake. Boy looks back at her as he exits the parlor. Fade out..

The end

stepping up to the poetz realm hump day every moon

or once in a while, if i don’t fizzle out before perfection.

Double meanings because i am too lazy to use a thesaurus and artist want you to do the subjugating hard hard work.

wooden flute freekz playing on the wind once in a blue moon.

djs spinning hip hop folding chairs shaking in my bare feet.

In my element with poised eves stalking and holding down the gift table dreaming of brass rings and bird lips…

Uncle code to step away from the whiff of whistles and holla back at ya from the podium

hugging the flat sparkly tree of vida basura……

watering the vulnerable warriors.

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A one hit wonder cornering me into the dusty spooky room.

The place with all the vinyl stacked in menagerie of glass

Peeking through the fragile parchments laid delicately under the ripped cellophane and ghosts of adhesive looked over by ritual comfort.

Peg the tail on the bright collage of golden frames with wonders through time.

married with children galore to be the spare in the fields of free love and roving reporter.

force laugh on cue to record this reunion with the usual banter of the trophy I love to polish to the faint shock of the toot alarm rining from my peephole in my bedroom door.

wishing to hear that record again on that special occasion someday after I serve others and have time to listen to your story of your #1 hit. applause.. pay it forward… Volunteer for those who have many hits that

will make

the world

Wonder???