I feel like I’m going to implode. (Taken with instagram)
Benny Benassi - Cinema (Skrillex Remix) Stop Motion by: Jesse Kopp (by Gzkopp)
Fuckin’ Swaaaaag
Self Evident-Ani Difranco (tribute to 9/11, a day late)
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky…so here’s a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraqel salvador
here’s a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmorehere’s a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman’s voicehere’s a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner’s guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dreamcuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don’t take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he’d deliver florida, folks
and boy did he everand we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i’ve got no room for a lie so verbose
i’m looking out over my whole human family
and i’m raising my glass in a toasthere’s to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce…cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall…look, another window to see through
way up here on the 104th floor look
another key, another door
10% literal, 90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole’s passion play
so now it’s your job
and it’s my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn’t die in vain
sshhhhhh….
baby listen
hear the train?










