She held the keys in her left hand
-gripped, more like.
The longest, sharpest (otherwise ineffectual) key protruded from white knuckles prodigiously, residing sharply between the index finger and the curiously unadorned middle finger. No longer mated to metallic clicks and levers, these jagged teeth promised to open locks of a far more fleshy nature. As she made her way through the empty street, the clackity clack of poor choice making followed close behind. James' hefty stomp should have matched her click for clack, but the evening had been eventful and the heels called foolishly into the night, distinct and alone.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Response #3
I've found the key to life!
I've found the key to happiness!
It lies on the top shelf, covered in dust.
Sometimes it trembles in your grasp.
Sometimes you find it in an old coat pocket.
And sometimes it falls down a sewer grate.
Don't look so surprised to see it back on the shelf.
I've found the key to happiness!
It lies on the top shelf, covered in dust.
Sometimes it trembles in your grasp.
Sometimes you find it in an old coat pocket.
And sometimes it falls down a sewer grate.
Don't look so surprised to see it back on the shelf.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Response #1
keys are only make believe
they grant access, they take it away
but ownership is a mirage
even people have keys
that are and are not.
to be owned, entered ....
it is possible,
and it is not.
even my very own treasure chest
with my very own key,
has been rifled through
though I am the only key holder...
that's right. I granted it.
And I barely even knew.
Keys, keys ... why even exist
keys, what good are you?
If there were no keys, would there
be property? Would there be privacy? Would there be secrecy?
There is no key to eternity.
So open it, open it, open it up... and let the sun shine in and the rain destroy my possessions...
that would be the key to ....
they grant access, they take it away
but ownership is a mirage
even people have keys
that are and are not.
to be owned, entered ....
it is possible,
and it is not.
even my very own treasure chest
with my very own key,
has been rifled through
though I am the only key holder...
that's right. I granted it.
And I barely even knew.
Keys, keys ... why even exist
keys, what good are you?
If there were no keys, would there
be property? Would there be privacy? Would there be secrecy?
There is no key to eternity.
So open it, open it, open it up... and let the sun shine in and the rain destroy my possessions...
that would be the key to ....
Monday, November 2, 2009
My bout with Madge
"Open Your Heart"
Madonna Ciccone
[Spoken:]
Watch out!
I see you on the street and you walk on by
You make me wanna hang my head down and cry
If you gave me half a chance you'd see
My desire burning inside of me
But you choose to look the other way
I've had to work much harder than this
For something I want don't try to resist me
[Chorus:]
Open your heart to me, baby
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin'
I'll give you love if you, you turn the key
I think that you're afraid to look in my eyes
You look a little sad boy, I wonder why
I follow you around but you can't see
You're too wrapped up in yourself to notice
So you choose to look the other way
Well, I've got something to say
Don't try to run I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to
[chorus]
Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you just turn the key
Don't try to run I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to
[chorus]
Open your heart with the key
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you just turn the key
[repeat and fade]
Madonna, 1986
It is both unfortunate and true that this song was -and is- a part of my development (childhood specifically). I suppose making the distinction that our copy of True Blue was vinyl is not quite enough to save face. Yeah-I didn’t think so.
Madonna Ciccone
[Spoken:]
Watch out!
I see you on the street and you walk on by
You make me wanna hang my head down and cry
If you gave me half a chance you'd see
My desire burning inside of me
But you choose to look the other way
I've had to work much harder than this
For something I want don't try to resist me
[Chorus:]
Open your heart to me, baby
I hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin'
I'll give you love if you, you turn the key
I think that you're afraid to look in my eyes
You look a little sad boy, I wonder why
I follow you around but you can't see
You're too wrapped up in yourself to notice
So you choose to look the other way
Well, I've got something to say
Don't try to run I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to
[chorus]
Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you just turn the key
Don't try to run I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to
[chorus]
Open your heart with the key
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you just turn the key
[repeat and fade]
Madonna, 1986
It is both unfortunate and true that this song was -and is- a part of my development (childhood specifically). I suppose making the distinction that our copy of True Blue was vinyl is not quite enough to save face. Yeah-I didn’t think so.
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