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"Click" She says I'd look real good in stripes and all I can think is that the lights must be going out one by one click by lonely solitary click and when they're all gone man their ain't no turning back I looked her in the eye and the reflection winked back at me smiling and saying that I wasn't allowed inside I knocked one last time turned and walked away from one more locked door hoping to find a less dicriminating me hiding behind the next mirror I pulled my hair straight back mildly reminiscent of a cracked out Steven Segal tied it up and hoped that no one at work would ever know the real me locked outside myself and anything close to human understanding I threw my head into the wall knowing that aged yellow bruises are so much better than red and running scars that simply signify this lack of self control or self inflicted delusion so I blink so I blink so I'm blind and I find my mind isn't wandering anymore and I'm sitting in front of this big blue screen mindlessly clicking away forming 3-D computer generated models of corrupt corporate america and slowly realizing that I'm dwindling into nothing more than a glorified secretary and the depression of real life is so much worse than the depression of my fantasies and I slowly go about turning out the lights one by one click by lonely solitary click
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if you were to enter this one, joe, I'd sit down and rearrange it a little. if you'd like me to give you some of my ideas, just holler. otherwise, it's good.
uhmmm....O.K., as it is, this was my first attempt at putting on paper how it came out of my mouth...but any arrangement sughgestions would be appreciated (to hear it, try htt://members.aol.com/daeddog1/click.mp3 bout 500K, 1.5 minutes)
http://members.aol.com/daeddog1/click.mp3 that is
O.K. kids...I decided to play with this, mostly the change is simply in layout with other slight changes to make it easier to be read aloud... "Click" mark 2 She says "You'd look real good in stripes" and all that I can think is that the lights must be going out one by one click by lonely solitary click and man when they're all gone their ain't no turning back I looked her in the eye and the reflection winked at me smiled and said I wasn't allowed inside I knocked one last time turned and walked away from one more locked door hoping to find a less discriminating me hiding behind the next mirror I pulled my hair straight back mildly reminiscent of a cracked out Steven Segal tied it up and went to work hoped that no one here would ever know the real me locked outside myself or anything close to human understanding I threw my head into the wall knowing that aged yellow bruises are so much better than red and running scars that simply signify this lack of self control or self imposed delusion so I blink so I blink so I'm blind and I find that my mind isn't wandering and I'm sitting in front of this big blue screen mindlessly clicking away forming 3-D computer generated models of corrupt corporate america slowly realizing that I'm dwindling into nothing more than a glorified secretary and the depression of real life is so much better than the depression of my fantasies and my fantasies are all that keep me breathing so I go about turning out my lights one by one click by lonely solitary click I'm thinking that this is the final version, but 'm also thiking that I may ditch the line: "from one more locked door" and completely kill the Stevel Segal bit....any suggestions?
I like this, Joe. Hope Jon and I will get to meet you in A2 this summer.
if I can make it I'll be there :)
Good. We'll be looking for you.
(P.S. This did much better than I expected it to Tuesday night, I think it would have done at least a little better if I hadn't stumbled around in the middle of it for about 5 seconds trying to remember the next line)
FWIW, I didn't really notice the stumbling.
nor did I
of course you didn't julie...you didn't hear it :) (I may have overexagerated it to myself at the time, but I felt like a fish out of water trying to remember that next line)
Usually that sort of mistake is much more noticeable to the person who makes it than to the audience. You know perfectly well where you tend to pause, so you realized that you were pausing for what felt like forever. The rest of us don't know where you usually put pauses, so we'll accept a pretty big gap as something intentional.
I've done that a time or two. You'd be surprised how many people read right through them without pausing.
This seemed like a beat poem to me, especially with the Steven Segal bit-- did you read it to a musical setting? Just my interpretation of the style-- it's different from your usual lyrical songstyle poems.
uhmm...no....no musical setting, just me all nervous and trying not to look like it
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