pages of life randomly ripped out creating incomplete stories the child that… a mother who… a son with… a father’s love… no way to know the endings of their stories for there are no logical subplots for death
pie in de face pie in de face i hope de man don’t come out and toss de pie in de face mister murdock he was talkin’ and we’re feelin’ a little spaced just in that moment me see man jumping with de cream pie well de man come down with it waiting dere in parliament when he hear ’bout dose many stories de man toss the pie in de face
well
now you know
i’m not one to talk
and lord knows
i cannot tolerate
people who run around
spreading stories
but
may lee
the woman who does my nails
said her cousin
who works with her
was having a hissy fit
about how hard it was
to get into the daughters of
of the revo
was it the french revolution
or the german revolution
i just can’t remember right now
but i’ll recall it in a minute
so there they were at the gym
naked as a bluejay in the sauna
and her cousin says
she had eye surgery
no not lazec
plastic surgery
so she wouldn’t have those
chinese eyes
as she calls them
well then she says
she found these old documents
in the attic of the house
that proved her great great great grandfather
had fought for the winning side
of some war somewhere
so she got to be
ah
oh yes
now i recall
one of the daughters of the
illusion of success
Read Between the Minds 