and I hope you're feeling better

4/24/03; v. 4

Dualities

Hermitude hollered through gusts of wind.

That raging,

Destructive force commanded total exit to there,
The place to hide in a padded shoebox

And sit for hours in denial.

Words rattled around in her head as a blender crushes ice,

Screaming that our leader and his henchmen don'tcare about free speech����

This present state of the so-called union disgusts her.

Thoughts of Junior's war beat inside a migrained skull,

Where mental photos of those dying on the sand at U.S. hands lie.

Hard to ignore

All desires pointed toward passports and bus tickets to Mexico.

Running away seemed to solve everything.

Flip the black vinyl circle wherein Bob Dylan croons

Where do his wise lyrics take you?

She stands on the SE corner behind our Redwood Curtain,

Shrouded in black

Helping herself and doing what she needs to get by.

She's closed her ears to the cynics' rants,

For she'll stamp out her mindset of negativity in attempts to just
BE