Perhaps the greatest musical since Cannibal the Musical. I'm just sayin...
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Pressure
Pressure is building
behind my eyes.
I can feel it
seeking release.
Snaking it's tendrils
through my mind,
raking its fingers
across my soul.
Seeking
its release.
How, or when, or where?
Yet to be seen.
Forgive me.
behind my eyes.
I can feel it
seeking release.
Snaking it's tendrils
through my mind,
raking its fingers
across my soul.
Seeking
its release.
How, or when, or where?
Yet to be seen.
Forgive me.
Monday, September 15, 2008
The Pearl Diver ~Carl Sandburg
They call her a Pearl Diver...and laugh...
Because jewels not often fall into soup or salad.
She washes dishes, arms to elbows in greasy water in a big kitchen.
Outside 400 people are eating, and singers in low gowns are dancing among the tables.
Laughter and music break through the transoms and murmur death-whispers among the battering pans of the big kitchens.
She listens in the crashing tin and iron and porcelain and tries to pick out the fiddle love of the world coming through the transoms.
They call her a Pearl Diver...and laugh...
Because jewels not often fall into soup or salad.
She washes dishes, arms to elbows in greasy water in a big kitchen.
Outside 400 people are eating, and singers in low gowns are dancing among the tables.
Laughter and music break through the transoms and murmur death-whispers among the battering pans of the big kitchens.
She listens in the crashing tin and iron and porcelain and tries to pick out the fiddle love of the world coming through the transoms.
They call her a Pearl Diver...and laugh...
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