The Prodigal Daughter

Daniel

The snow compressing
Underneath her feet was
Her favorite sound
Steps were made
Pausing in between each
Each foot compacting
The white underneath

Winter walking lent itself to a discovery

Her foot could have crushed
A bird after a cat attack
Displayed stark against
The blank snow

This she scooped
In her hand to bury it
And after she did not
So much relish the snow

She was afraid of the
Clown at the birthday of
Chris Jenkins the day he turned 8
The infinate primary colors
Being vomited out of
The red scarf mouth

Later at 15 she had a reocurring dream

Clown teeth falling from
the paint smile
the gums flushing out
primary colors

A few time she was the clown
But she could never make
Anything but dark red
flush from her gums

on the surface
my control can
contort my face into a smile
or an unimpressed blank
	
the silent river is raging beneath
and is gorging over its' edges
taking down ancient root systems
void of fish
the current too strong
for anything but itself
	
it is moving through the body
and taking anything it can
with it in its' wake
the silent river
has no ocean to flow into
but these pixels
that form into characters
and those into
the words of this language

i have a picture of us
we are ________ lovers
we are ________ friends
we are ________ family
	
here (the blank above) you would fill
the emotion filling
our faces in this picture
this polaroid snap shot
in my head
instant photography
warped and bent
and colored in
that way only a polaroid
and not any other form
of processing can produce
it's a little muted
and washed in nostalgic glow
	
i have a memory of us
we are ________ lovers
we are ________ friends
we are ________ family
	
here (in the blank above) you would fill
the emotion filling
our hearts in this memory
this is a corrupted file
in my computer brain
part of it remains
but the real momement is
warped and bent
and slightly unreadable
only the original
coding remains in this file
	
i have these as evidence
i hold them in my character
very close to and sometimes
underneath my skin
at times these incriminating
photos
and
files
betray the control
that i appear to have

And I’m not going back into rags or in the hole
And our bruises are coming, but we will never fold
And I was your silver lining, as the story goes
I was your silver lining, but now I’m gold

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver lining
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

And I was your silver lining, high up on my toes
While you were running through fields of hitchhikers
As the story goes

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver lining
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver now
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

And the grass, it was a’ticking
And the sun was on the rise
I never felt so wicked
As when I willed our love to die

And I was your silver lining, as the story goes
I was your sliver lining, but now I’m gold

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver lining
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

Hurray, hurray, I’m your silver now
Hurray, hurray, but now I’m gold

—
Rilo Kiley

Recently I have been looking at tumblr pages. These are pages powered by a firefox plugin and are great for bookmarking images, music, text, and video. The name for these is Tumblelog. I have been enjoying one in particular called This Isn’t Happiness. Happiness includes amazing image finds such as this:

I would like to point out that the Japanese are liars. this is not what I consider to be an orgy. This is a bunch of people fucking in one room, yes, but not together. That is what I think defines an orgy. Group fucking sex. Not a group have sex individually. Also last time I checked orgies were supposed to include at least one if not all of the following:
masks
cocaine
champagne
lube
sweaty groups
a fat guy in sweat pants passed out in the corner b/c no one would fuck him
i added that last part to see if you’re paying attention.

My friend Jennifer sums it up the best, ” it looks more like gym class”.

Agreed. Someone should take their “world record” away.

I was recently given a comp downloaded from the internet entitled “Indie Rock Playlist: Best of 2008″. I am a pretty huge loser and have always enjoyed “indie rock” which I thought included a wide range of music. That could be me. It could be that I don’t stay in that genre and my tastes are ecclectic. It is possible. Maybe I am just too old to get it.

Yet now, it seems, that these bands make very “cute” music that include at least a xylophone, a stringed instrument, and perhaps a girl and boy duet/group sing along. It sounds very little like rock and very much like some kind of music they would be selling a mac or a small fuel efficient car with. There are certain bands and songs that do stand out from this comp, but for close to 150 songs, the majority sound very very similar. This is not to discount the songs that I do genuinley like. There are at least a few. Like the Electric Six song…but they pretty much fucking rule anyway.

Is this a valid complaint? Am I too old to like cute neo folk? I mean it is as if it’s fashioned to sound like Belle and Sebastian except less musically talented and less harmonic. Half of these kids can’t even sing. Perhaps this is just a precursor to have the pirate band I am currently a semi part of to blow the fuck up. I do not know.

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