Phone Wars

My phone can talk with other dimensions.
     while yours can’t even get a dial tone.

My phone give gives me orgasms every time I pick it up
     while yours gives warts and blisters.

My phone takes me everywhere with it
     while yours is always lost.

My phone knows all my secrets
     while yours is a loose-lipped beyatch.

My phone cooks me dinner and cleans up the mess
     while yours takes dumps and doesn’t flush.

My phone encourages my every creative whim
     while yours points out every misplaced comma.

My phone lets me sleep in late
     while yours just sleeps…and sleeps.

My phone will last 1,000,000 years
     while yours will die before this poem ends.

My phone calls my pet name, Sugar Arse,
     while yours never even calls.

My phone recharges from the love I have for it
     while yours hides from all adoration.

My phone doesn’t believe in superfluous notifications
     while yours doesn’t know how to shut up.

My phone is an award-winning slam poet
     while yours can’t even do speech-to-text conversion.

My phone sips Dom Pérignon
     while yours slurps Night Train.

My phone is the key to every door
     while yours just fumbles in the lock.

In no uncertain terms:
  Let me make this perfectly clear:
    Don’t get bamboozled:
      All your sheepish arguments aside:
        Straight up:
          Never mind the fanboying:
            You typical, clueless turd:

My phone is fucking incredible
     while yours is a piece of shit.

Phone Wars

Friday Lyrics Mash: Dog Days Are Chop Suey!

Can you hear the horses?
You wanted to
The dog days are over
You wanted to
In my self-righteous suicide
The dog days are done
I cry when angels deserve to die
The dog days are done
You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

Leave all your love and your longing behind
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
So you better run
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
In my self-righteous suicide
You wanted to

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Father, father, father, father
The dog days are over
You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive
The dog days are over
I don’t think you trust

Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that
And washed it away down the kitchen sink
I cry when angels deserve to die
The horses are coming
She hid it ’round corners and she hid it under beds
The dog days are over
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?

Why have you forsaken me?
In your thoughts forsaken me
Father, into your hands I commend my spirit
So you better run
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up
With every bubble she sank with her drink
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Grab a brush and put a little make-up

Father, into your hands
I cry when angels deserve to die
You wanted to
You wanted to
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh

You wanted to
You wanted to
The dog days are done
In your eyes forsaken me
‘Cause here they come

In my self-righteous suicide
Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?
The horses are coming
You wanted to

Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up (hide the scars to fade away the…)
The dog days are done
In your heart forsaken me, oh
The dog days are over

Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?
Trust in my self-righteous suicide
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up (hide the scars to fade away the…)
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
I cry when angels deserve to die
Here you go create another fable
I cry when angels deserve to die
Wake up (wake up)
Why’d you leave the keys upon the table?

‘Cause here they come
I don’t think you trust
Leave all your love and your longing behind
‘Cause here they come
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
The dog days are done
And I never wanted anything from you

Wake up (wake up)
Can you hear the horses?
Here you go create another fable
In my self-righteous suicide
Can you hear the horses?
Grab a brush and put a little make-up
Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up

Friday Lyrics Mash: Dog Days Are Chop Suey!

Kids

Children who were freshmen in high school when this dropped are now done with college (if they were so inclined to pursue that route). It – all of this – evaporates so incredibly fast. Laugh a lot and tell people you love them. Eat cookies. Sleep in the woods. Time is not on your side. Kiss your children.

Kids

What Undiscovered Countries Are Then Disclosed : Anne Boyer : Harriet the Blog : The Poetry Foundation

The kind of cancer I had—a non-hormonal breast cancer in a young-ish woman—was historically specific to the 21st century carcinogenosphere. The world had made me ill, then it made serious illness impossible—not enough money, not enough leave from work, not enough care. My friends—many of them poets—had to patchwork a form in which to care for me in a world in which single mothers who work for a living did not fit into the scheme of care, except as the people who provided it.

Source: What Undiscovered Countries Are Then Disclosed : Anne Boyer : Harriet the Blog : The Poetry Foundation

What Undiscovered Countries Are Then Disclosed : Anne Boyer : Harriet the Blog : The Poetry Foundation

Friday Lyrics Mash: Love Me Like You Come As You Are

Let me take you past our satellites
(And I don’t have a gun)
You’re the light, you’re the night
‘Cause I’m not thinking straight
Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do
As I want you to be
You’re the fear, I don’t care
As a trend, as a friend

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
No I don’t have a gun
So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do
What are you waiting for?
When I swear that I don’t have a gun

Take your time, hurry up
Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)
What are you waiting for?
Follow me to the dark
Take a rest as a friend

     Memoria, memoria
     Memoria, memoria

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
You’re the cure, you’re the pain
‘Cause I’ve never been so high

     Memoria, memoria
     Memoria, memoria

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (yeah)
You’re the color of my blood
‘Cause I’m not thinking straight
As a friend, as a friend
Yeah, I’ll let you set the pace
No I don’t have a gun
Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (like you do)
As an old enemy

     Memoria, memoria
     Memoria, memoria

Come as you are, as you were
Fading in, fading out
No I don’t have a gun
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do
Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do (oh)
Choice is yours, don’t be late
You’re the only thing I wanna touch
What are you waiting for?
No I don’t have a gun
Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Friday Lyrics Mash: Love Me Like You Come As You Are

Listen of the Week: David Bowie

Blackstar by David Bowie

“Blackstar is a work of sonic extremity with only marginal relation to his past at all. Instead of finely turned songcraft, its seven long pieces rely for the most part on repetitive, open grooves predominantly inhabited by the writhing, abstract sax improvisations and furious jungle-esque drumming of Donny McCaslin’s jazz combo, Bowie’s accompanists throughout.”

http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/features/david-bowie-and-blackstar-the-reclusive-rock-god-is-still-a-star-man-a6783431.html

In Preutopia, we decorate our Christmas tree listening to David Bowie intermingled with Christmas songs. The day David Bowie puts out new music – it’s a very special day.

Listen of the Week: David Bowie