Thursday Apr 21, 2005

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My temp job let me go this morning because they said I didn't type fast enough for their tastes. Good thing I have to go fill out the hiring packet for that third shift job. I suppose I'll go do that later today. Right now I have to wait to pick up my car, which will be out of the shop soon. I love it when a plan comes together. Had a great 420 yesterday and am so happy I have decided to post my fave poem:

A Lower East Side Poem

Just once before I die
I want to climb up on a
Tenement sky to dream my lungs out till
I cry then scatter my ashes thru
The Lower East Side
So let me sing my song tonight
Let me feel out of sight
And let all eyes be dry
When they scatter my ashes thru
The Lower East Side.
From Houston to 14th Street
From Second Avenue to the mighty D
Here the hustlers & suckers meet
The faggots & freaks will all get high
On the ashes that have been scattered
So here I am, look at me
I stand proud as you can see
Pleased to be from the Lower East Side
A street fighting man
A problem of the land
I am the philosopher of the criminal mind
A dweller of prison time
A cancer of Rockefeller's ghettocide
This concrete tomb is my home
To belong to survive you gotta be strong
You can't be shy less without request
Someone will scatter your ashes thru
The Lower East Side.
A thief a junkie I've been
Committed every known sin but this ain't no lie
When I ask that my ashes be scattered thru the Lower East Side
I don't wanna be buried in Puerto Rico
I don't wanna rest in a Long Island cemetery
I wanna be near the stabbing shooting
Gambling fighting and unnaturally dying
And new birth crying
So please when I die
Don't take me far away
keep me near by
take my ashes and scatter them thru out
The Lower East Side......
-Miguel Pinero

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deucecaddy:
so true my man, so very true!
xip:
1, the sexy pills pick-up was horrible, never use it again. 2... I don't think I have a favorite poem, and because poetry is a huge thing for me, this is a bit of a surprise. I wish someone would write a poem for me. And I don't just mean some nonsensical poem by someone who doesn't really know me, or a poem about my body, a poem that obviously is completely disconnected from me... I wish someone would write a poem about me with their soul in it, and show me that they love me. I must marry a poet. I need it. It's on my to do list.
xip

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