Writings of the Nomad Junkie
KITTY GENOVESE
always look out for someone who cherishes books & then burns them.
i first noticed the lack of outrage in the summer of 2004/the year the Republicans & their balls of steel blew through nyc like a shark in water/ looking back over my shoulder, through the pinched elbow of time, i can see it was merely a habit i had noticed, a conscious “putting-down” a fear of “letting loose”/elements of souls not saved
We have no anger, We have Facebook.
they have pathologized everything that is normal.
mtv created our generation/a holocaust of chic-radical, violent, racist-woman-hating, rape-loving, consciousness-lacking nation/gave a generation of idiots who were weened on Star Wars – cheapness & trash, pimps & prostitutes, & Lexus-wet dreams & made sure they were dried like corpses & believed in like rain
rage is of a past era/so we're accused of “romanticizing” the human error/of civil rights /cause we'd rather crack open the skull of a depraved man who refuses to give his seat to a woman rather than call my black brother a nigger/or my white sister a bitch/so we're branded "Dinosaurs" & my head aches & my teeth ache & i wonder where my family is, was, could be…
take some responsibility/stop blaming your kids/you don't hate anything cause you don't love anything/you don't love cause you're consumed with fear
you say you hate your landlord but you give him all your money/you say you hate the war but you're glad its bright & sunny
you won't give to a man without a job/but you'll duly pay your taxes /so Uncle Sam can maim and rob,
oh, 'er --
eat your pizza & shut up/we'll join you if you're ready to sweep /
We're not preachers
We're cleaners sent to take out the morning trash
everything is personal cause there is no business/just opportunity for the rich to get richer & for you to give keep feeding them
We have sewed the seeds of Kitty Genovese.
