BART musings
Typed this waiting for my stop - thank goddess for laptops...
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BART HAIKU
My seat smells of piss
But this tunnel holds romance
Don't avert your eyes
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Flash buildings fly left to right
this is the city, thru framed segments with scratched BART graffiti
Yep, that's the city, approaching night
The one built by immigrants, the Chinese and Mexicans,
still a slave, now only to intellectuals and young professionals,
Mousekateers of the business class and wi-fi internet porn.
This train hummmmms tickles under thumbs,
clicking on my lap, brakes creaking jolting smash,
vibes like the '89 quake
that trembled and gnashed
while watching Scooby Doo on my livingroom floor, youngster aghast.
Little no more, with time we learn to have no choice in the matter,
to push along, through tunnels burrowing chatter
our whimsical tragedies we build and eventually ignore
when we're tired, the end of a 'long day,' straight bores.
i find no beauty in the breakdown, just sadness in what went wrong,
what we knew versus what we did, what we sing versus the actual song
what we've learned, and what we've repeated despite wisdom lived.
Entered the 'real world' as it were, to notice that though its rough,
you don't have to leave anything behind from the dream-world...
if you're careful enough.
but careful is a criminal offense when you gotta get yo' head in the game
the move to succeed, striking gold, squinting at capitalist aims
bargaining with those little voices for recognition's message that never came,
distracted by a ladder to climb, get strong, get high, but get no shame.
Still tracks running over this moved fault line quake,
the one that shook my walls, and the bay area WIDE awake...
They say its coming again, that its way overdue
by 20 years or so; maybe more, too.
gotta get me some arms, Zach suggested stun guns
to prepare for the havoc that is sure to ensue.
It gets crazy, masses of masses, gnarled and surviving
no sustainable food, garden to feed em or water to drink
without electricity, spoiled food and cell phone towers sink
this could get loco, while we're all just waiting to see,
claimin' it cannot be, it won't happen to me.
Denial thicker than brick that crumbled and burned
in 1906... so what have we learned?
Flash into panic mode, all the suits in 3-D,
ditching their cars on the bridges and streets,
car salesmen abandoning their lots, creep up, snatch a peek,
jack a 4-wheelin' truck, book it, 'n roll mob deep
ride it alongside highway 5, make it to Trinity if shit gets weak,
Flow to where streams run clean and clear,
spin into space between Old redwoods so deep, and the sea
where peeps got land in mountains that breathe like air,
to hide until the shit stops raining, matting our hair
uncovered heads, unexpecting and bare, stained with ashes of remorse and despair.
Sounds depressing, I know-- but I'm just tryin' to say,
Like we didn't see it comin', ignoring heart-buzzin' days?
When nature tried to tell us she won't forgive us for all these years
of abuses and excess, disrespect, misuse, without fear...
years of impeccable ignorance, arrogance thru the roof.
These moments will come, I fear to doubt it;
so, when shit goes down... who's mashing with me to them mountains?
_______
BART HAIKU
My seat smells of piss
But this tunnel holds romance
Don't avert your eyes
____________________
Flash buildings fly left to right
this is the city, thru framed segments with scratched BART graffiti
Yep, that's the city, approaching night
The one built by immigrants, the Chinese and Mexicans,
still a slave, now only to intellectuals and young professionals,
Mousekateers of the business class and wi-fi internet porn.
This train hummmmms tickles under thumbs,
clicking on my lap, brakes creaking jolting smash,
vibes like the '89 quake
that trembled and gnashed
while watching Scooby Doo on my livingroom floor, youngster aghast.
Little no more, with time we learn to have no choice in the matter,
to push along, through tunnels burrowing chatter
our whimsical tragedies we build and eventually ignore
when we're tired, the end of a 'long day,' straight bores.
i find no beauty in the breakdown, just sadness in what went wrong,
what we knew versus what we did, what we sing versus the actual song
what we've learned, and what we've repeated despite wisdom lived.
Entered the 'real world' as it were, to notice that though its rough,
you don't have to leave anything behind from the dream-world...
if you're careful enough.
but careful is a criminal offense when you gotta get yo' head in the game
the move to succeed, striking gold, squinting at capitalist aims
bargaining with those little voices for recognition's message that never came,
distracted by a ladder to climb, get strong, get high, but get no shame.
Still tracks running over this moved fault line quake,
the one that shook my walls, and the bay area WIDE awake...
They say its coming again, that its way overdue
by 20 years or so; maybe more, too.
gotta get me some arms, Zach suggested stun guns
to prepare for the havoc that is sure to ensue.
It gets crazy, masses of masses, gnarled and surviving
no sustainable food, garden to feed em or water to drink
without electricity, spoiled food and cell phone towers sink
this could get loco, while we're all just waiting to see,
claimin' it cannot be, it won't happen to me.
Denial thicker than brick that crumbled and burned
in 1906... so what have we learned?
Flash into panic mode, all the suits in 3-D,
ditching their cars on the bridges and streets,
car salesmen abandoning their lots, creep up, snatch a peek,
jack a 4-wheelin' truck, book it, 'n roll mob deep
ride it alongside highway 5, make it to Trinity if shit gets weak,
Flow to where streams run clean and clear,
spin into space between Old redwoods so deep, and the sea
where peeps got land in mountains that breathe like air,
to hide until the shit stops raining, matting our hair
uncovered heads, unexpecting and bare, stained with ashes of remorse and despair.
Sounds depressing, I know-- but I'm just tryin' to say,
Like we didn't see it comin', ignoring heart-buzzin' days?
When nature tried to tell us she won't forgive us for all these years
of abuses and excess, disrespect, misuse, without fear...
years of impeccable ignorance, arrogance thru the roof.
These moments will come, I fear to doubt it;
so, when shit goes down... who's mashing with me to them mountains?