November 17- Well...another day of shrieking nothingness in San Diego. Some people go to fotoshoots and booksignings. I wipe kid's butts and go to the mailbox a lot.
I'm working as an au pair for my brother who is in the Marine Corps. His wife is in the Army Reserve and got called to Germany. Since child care (like everything else around here) is so expensive, they brought me in from Columbus, Ohio to watch my niece Haley (3) and my nephew Chase (5). It doesn't suck that bad and it does give me time to write. But once she comes back (March) I am definitely moving back to Ahia and the Short North where all the freaks and artists be. Anyway enough about me. What do you think of me?
Here's a poem for today. This is about the shitty area of Columbus I used to live in--in a place called the Milo Arts Center, surrounded by pimps and hoes.
Here
This place is called
Balcony
Of the Angry Voices
And this is called
Wreck
Where Two Women Bend
Not wearing anything under their dresses
And this is called
Fence
Where Dogs Want
All daylong
To surprise you again
The land around here
Is Water Tower Upended
And Factory
With Broken Windows
This is called
Steps
That used to lead up to a school
And this here stream is called
Something is Broken Under the Streets
And bleeds and bleeds and bleeds
And I forget
What we call this place where we sleep at night
And the funny thing is
People have been known to kill
For these twisted roots
People have been known to kill
I'm working as an au pair for my brother who is in the Marine Corps. His wife is in the Army Reserve and got called to Germany. Since child care (like everything else around here) is so expensive, they brought me in from Columbus, Ohio to watch my niece Haley (3) and my nephew Chase (5). It doesn't suck that bad and it does give me time to write. But once she comes back (March) I am definitely moving back to Ahia and the Short North where all the freaks and artists be. Anyway enough about me. What do you think of me?
Here's a poem for today. This is about the shitty area of Columbus I used to live in--in a place called the Milo Arts Center, surrounded by pimps and hoes.
Here
This place is called
Balcony
Of the Angry Voices
And this is called
Wreck
Where Two Women Bend
Not wearing anything under their dresses
And this is called
Fence
Where Dogs Want
All daylong
To surprise you again
The land around here
Is Water Tower Upended
And Factory
With Broken Windows
This is called
Steps
That used to lead up to a school
And this here stream is called
Something is Broken Under the Streets
And bleeds and bleeds and bleeds
And I forget
What we call this place where we sleep at night
And the funny thing is
People have been known to kill
For these twisted roots
People have been known to kill