Slideshow Angie | January 21, 2010
I’ve got this chip on my shoulder I stole off the old block
and it’s more of a boulder and it weighs much more than this world.
And I can’t hold her no more.
I’m gonna walk to the church, gonna point at the steeple,
gonna open the doors, and dance for the people.
So God can see them when [...]
Angie | January 21, 2010
Green grass, clean air,
lean ass the last fertile soil.
They got trees, got non-toxic breezes,
but that’s just how life is.
There’s life outside this city
and it only gets prettier the further you get
from all these humans.
Just drive for a couple of nights,
in one general direction I reckon you’ll see.
You’ll learn this one on your own son,
when you’re [...]
Angie | January 18, 2010
If you’re gonna clean the knives,
for whatever reason.
Don’t be overly displeased
when you see that your bleeding.
Because dirty work makes a dirty man,
but then again the devil’s got his dirty plans
for dirty boys with idle hands.
If you’re gonna pay a fine
for whatever service.
You might find that peace of mind don’t care
how expensive your furnishings are.
All work [...]
Angie | January 7, 2010
The tumbleweed rolled into Dos Manos on a gray sunday.
The heavens looked dark and sterile.
The blood and rust sun was going down behind the only cloud in the sky.
Not even the meager patches of tall grass dared to tremble.
And I watched from my window the weed as she tumbled and stopped in
the shadow of a [...]
Angie | January 3, 2010
On the porch we sit like lepers who forgot about the pain,
we count the drops of rain.
Like veterans gone insane, the war was just a game,
the man took back our guns, the word safe won’t ever mean the same
things used to seem a million times better than they were.
The damage we incurred, never used to [...]
Angie | January 3, 2010
Fearful
I’m almost a person
I’m almost picking up a weapon
I’m almost sure about the long term
Just been a whole lotta short term
I’m almost always armed with a scorecard
IOUs, you owe me,
and that primal, blood-lusty
sense of entitlement, that carelessly smears black ink,
all over the line that separates the animals from the rest of us.
and sure, I’m wasting [...]
Angie | January 2, 2010
Landing At The Vatican
To start the fire, I chewed the rubber lining off the stereo wire.
You would not have believed the vapors, when the carpet fiber melted
down the fly paper.
The living room was just a pilot light in the oven that became that
hot Chicago night.
I am a monkey, tossing shit at the fan. The [...]
Angie | December 26, 2009
What’s wrong with me? What sour about the situation?
Any lover knows forever’s only clever phraseology
used by the uninsured and the insecure
to afford themselves time to explore their own morbidity.
It must be hard to live
being so sensitive
even though it’s so hard to give a shit
about someone else you hypocrite.
And who’s to say there’s even space [...]
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