These are some pieces from the poem every day collab LAST YEAR (2013) that I think have major remix potential. go forth and make voiceovers! and performances! and more!
my curation album for 2014 is here. It's stiil a work in progress, of course, as the month has only just begun!
"A.M. New York"
Tall and dark, his arms sweep left,
Papers extend his reach.
"A.M. New York."
He arcs to the right,
headlines in his wingspan blocking the turnstile.
I make the mistake of looking him in the eyes as I pass.
"ooooh, Redhead, Redhead, oooh..."
My fault. I looked a man in the eyes.
This A.M. I have a witness. Commute-a-date
With my dear friend Lindsey,
Southern Jewess, draws closer to me and drawls,
"We were just oppressed again."
Then she squeezes my hand.
On the L train last Friday
A man showed her his penis
And she sat trapped in the corner.
I'm sorry, Lindsey.
If I post online every time it happens
A man gropes for me
Or jostles me
Or says, "God bless you," in a way that does not make me think of sacred things,
Would my guy friends who say, "Why do you always gotta make it a feminist thing?"
finally get it?
It's dangerous to look a man in the eyes.
Like I'm a cinnamon tart for you to taste.
I don't deserve to quetion:
When the data is still tearing up in the corners
Glitching in my eyes, I think.
I see the past. I do.
And a shadow, and a shadow, and a shadow.
But that's not much:
You always see the past,
I'm Told- The light is ancient
By the time it reachs our eyes.
But we can bottle it.
And then it's older.
Old ancient light.
Make's you wonder what light in Rome
-when it was Rome-
Might of tasted like.
So all you see and say and do it old.
the past is what we are.
And the future is what we guess.
And, that being that,
the present may just be nothing at all.
Reresh for newer past.