| "A Bank Robbers' Dilemma"
Dedicated to Sam Peckingpaugh Performed by Douglas B. Collins, December 12, 1999 at the Canal Street Tavern 8:00 p.m., Dayton Ohio That thought crossed my mind Whe the Break-Up came in Lexington Yelling, screaming, throwing $100 dollar bills At each other. The idea we had when we began Robbing our first bank in Topeka The process, the vision of getting our own Cash. And no one gets hurt (Everybody hold still) We decided to climb up that economic ladder Of Recovery with two sawed/off shotguns, A bottle of Absolute and the teller in the trunk Then the run on the United States of America (In Green We Trust) Driving a canary yellow '64 English Rover Listening to the cassette sounds of Miles Dewey Davis and Thelonious Sphere Monk. Soaring through the midnight oil of Albereque Watching the water-colored landscape, Holding hands, till the micro/dot hit Doing the Halloween thing in New Orleans, Robbing people with our Bozo masks on Then catching Dr. John the Night Tripper, On our way out the door. Then things got serious. You told me of your Polish/Czech/Slavic Background. How you Mom served the soup kitchen For the Communist Party The police dragged her out of her home and Onto a stretcher, fed her mad chemicals, No natural science could save her. Pulled into a Shell station Saw tears in thos champagne eyes No woman ever looked as vulnerable as you Dropped Jimmy Valentine off in Brooklyn, Had to tie some business with a lady in Fort Greene Don't' know what he sees in those girls But sex is his drug At the rest stops rading Dostecski, Yeats, and Richard Wright Grapped a newspaper, the headlines read "Facts in Motion" I knew we were on the right course! You know that SWAT sharpshhooter was mad, We-walking across Market street in San Francisco With the Catholic school girls and the crossing guard, Too risky to take aim. Howevere gthat kid Timmy who took the Pplaroid in Maryland Still scared me. Regrets?! Should not have done those farmers in Germantown Hell, Regan did them first, I just came behind. So here we are some 20/odd years later You're a Patent attorney; myself, a professor of English At a local community college Having lunch at the University of Dayton Law Library I give you a wet kiss and touch your bosom (No, the love is gone I'm seeing if you're wired) What's that song wailing over and over in my head? That's it, it's Dylan, "Positively 4th Street
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This isn't what God had planned for us...
Surviving amidst the disease of Society
where 50% off is still more than
most can afford
and every morning the
blue eyed blonde haired plastic
prophets warn of oncoming death
and even the happy pills and happy
doctors are'nt enough to make
you happy.
When education means dodging
bullets and dodging non-absolute truth
and you're living in the land of the free
in the tightest chains with the strongest
arms
cracking the whip cause all we are is
a nine digit number that decides who
gets to decide for us.
When science takes over nature to
clone a prehistoric elephant and right now
I am sitting in front of a machine that is
capable
of more that any single human alive and
this machine is worshipped more heavily than
any religion or god and has surpassed the
conveniance
of even the remote control.
This isn't what God had planned for us...
by katie ann niemi
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Villanelle by Jack Bowman Life and beauty the young children's dreams so filled Print clean dresses flying in the air Strike and survive the strong young boys yelled The parent's youth and beauty the capitalists had killed Their freedom their cupboard had all been stripped bare Life and beauty the young children's dreams so filled Living in a house without heat makes a heart so chilled. No silk no oak wood just a plastic chair Strike and survive the strong young boys yelled As the garbage and sewage was the air they smelled Wealth and beauty they were always told was just over there Life and beauty the young children's dreams so filled The little girls dancing high on the garden hill With silken floating flying hair Strike and survive the strong young boys yelled Revolution, Revolution for the strong willed Life only belongs to those that care Life and beauty the young children's dreams so filled Strike and survive the strong young boys yelled.
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