Mother to three boys, Wife to one man,
and she hunts down Misogynists as much as she can.
So funny and friendly, yet still ready for war,
all of your privilege can't protect you anymore.
Here comes the tongue twister, the ego blister, the Righteous Sister
listen Mister don't even try to diss her.
She's a Tory-bashing, Patriarchy-smashing,
deliverer of many a verbal tongue-lashing.
Equality-fighter, eternal wrong-righter,
the bosses try but they just cannot smite her.
She's Professor X of the homogametic kind.
She's a Hero, a Friend; what an incredible find!
Tuesday, May 07, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Reverie
Two souls astride a lustrum born,
into their kinship a woven and worn,
tread of the toe, a familiarity,
older than both yet impossible to see.
An eternal bond, at least eternal to me,
for our dissonance leads only to harmony,
as we silently sing this sweet melody,
words are not needed for this reverie.
into their kinship a woven and worn,
tread of the toe, a familiarity,
older than both yet impossible to see.
An eternal bond, at least eternal to me,
for our dissonance leads only to harmony,
as we silently sing this sweet melody,
words are not needed for this reverie.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Plaça de Catalunya
Nocturnal poetry in Barcelona,
dreaming an impossible
lucidity on stone steps
bathed in the neon Gods and
their phosphorous footsoldiers,
lined up to illuminate the word;
so the word can be heard
Above the gentle hum of
steel steeds and the intermittent
rumble of the winds.
Perspectives are changed as
things are put under new sight,
not too bright but dripping
with insight. A gilded night.
A city eternally bathed in Light.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Bass Masters
"Dude they'd be soooo easy to catch from here!"
Surrounded by life, above
and below - dozens of
fish swim freely in the
pier; here life teems
where in other cities
it flounders. They
swim peacefully
amongst themselves,
and all the American
can think is how easy
it would be to kill them.
La Rambla
La Rambla the jugular,
La Rambla the heart,
La Rambla you breath
and tear me apart;
Then put me together,
you're dumb and you're clever;
You hold sway over everything,
except maybe the weather.
You scream Catalunya,
then sell Madrid caps;
You hold the weight of us all,
under strain of collapse;
La Rambla La Rambla,
whatever you do;
Please keep on holding,
and carry us through.
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