DESERT
THE SENSE OF FEAR SPREADING OUT FROM SOME FANATIC DESERT
My art+culture critic may be depressed A giant raccoon decomposed on his
street It was 32 degrees: A cloud of flies gathered. Then it began to bloat,
as steamy rain poured down on raccoon paste. I think he may be a poet
Personally I would point him in the direction of Bob Marley +suggest his
mantra for Fall be: Russell don’t worry ’bout a thing cause every little thing’s
gonna be alright Corny as this may seem It is not These very words calmed
the fears of a generation + did wonders for my terrorized child clients: Therapist
you can hit me with the biggest stick & it won’t hurt Try it!
Russell has a 6 yr. old boy Held his hand the other day on the way to Grade One
I humbly suggest walking him to school until he’s 22 when he’ll wave good-bye &
head to Tisch Each year the ghost-boy Alan Kurdi will follow behind U2 into a
future where: children don’t die on lonely beaches as their fathers fight ISIS + the
Chibok girls have come home
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Fall 2015
songanddancegirl 