I know a lady who waits
Down on Wall Street,
Snaps her fingers
At brokers
And licks her lips for Madoff.

She adorns her body
With black lace and feathers,
An elaborate facade to lead her men astray.
She whips her hair and
Cackles at passersby,
Opening her rouged mouth wide,
Singing verses without pitch or rhyme.

She yearns for the NASDAQ
To touch her,
Waits ardently for grease ***** to
Work their magic.
She gives willingly,
Unabashedly talks ***** to men in
Tom Ford.

This lady I know asks
For trouble. She is
The ***** of Wall Street,
A slave to modernity,
Snapping her fingers at Cadillacs
And bending over for Madoff.

Do something diabolical.
Flit your wings and
Leap from a skyscraper
Take what is rightfully yours
Or what isn’t

Have the courage to
Not give a ****,
But plumb the depths of
Every possibility
Never hide your face

Always be restless
Never settle, and spit
In the eye of adversity
Crawl in the glass like a wildebeest
Let your hands bleed and your body shake

Stab yourself in the heart
If it must be done
Cry the tears of your people
And feel their pain.
But never stop

Be wicked
Allow the bracken to grow
Become one with nature
Shout unto the mountains
Shout until they answer

Be unbelievably horrible
Be something
Be dark
Be unreasonable
Cackle with delight

Stir the ***
Suit yourself
Seek out revenge
Be diabolical
Be dark

Hi I'm Audrey and
I'm 13 years old And
I have eplipsey but
I don't care much.
I like to go to the river.
And.
Have fun with my Cusion and
go knee boarding. And
to swim i like hanging with
my friends but i don't like it
when people think there all
that it gets on my nerves
i know how to protect my self
i hate it when people think
there popular or
to cool to talk to you
so what but i don't care because
i don't hang out with them i love all
my friends i love going to the river and
having fun and i don't hate
many people if they don't
get on my nerves urge
anyway
if you want to be my friend don't come talking to me if you think your everything

When the rain comes, the police cars always skulk around town because they know trouble is coming.
Especially in the early summer when it rains without pretense
In the after noon when the sky is still clear
And a rainbow is expected.
There is a certain tangible energy in the air as the water comes down in unperturbed lines from God to Earth and momentarily wets the tongue of Paulding, Ohio for no other reason than it is marvelous.
For a moment, puddles form in now glossy streets and the world sags with glory and peace.
I always fetch my navy blue umbrella and walk around slowly like Audrey Hepburn
And pretend to have nothing else to do.
Because it's summer now and it's true.
But the authorities already know what's afoot.
They cruise the streets with shark eyes and let the water wash they're vehicles.
When it first comes, what is it?
Is it the rustling of trees?
Is it a sign of the apocalypse?
A heard of angry locusts?
No, I see, as I look out the window. The rain is coming, it is a whisper from heaven. A sigh of choral Angels who saw the need for beauty on the ground.
The rain comes at random in the late spring and early summer,
that intermediate time of wonderment and rapture.
When the rain comes in straight lines to earth, tangent to the arc of my soul.

Tall tales did she tell
and far fetched was her life
and everywhere, went she, with a dog named Troubles.

Sticky fingers did she have
a monstrous laugh did she bear
and always did she travel with her Troubles.

Never upwards, went she, but always across
the walk was never too far
and far with her dog, Troubles.

Bark! bark! Went Troubles
and she slapped it on the nose
for never did she let the Troubles bite her.

And then I sigh
and call it a night.
I think,
tomorrow,
I shall wake up and
want to be a mechanic.
So I can fix myself up.

Big Ohio
Great big fields
Grain and seed
Big Ohio
Where the birds are freed

Great big Ohio
Where I felt my first breath
Trees of acorn
Great big Ohio
Where I was born

Wide open passages
Between which I ran
Chasing down dead birds
Wide open passages
Where words became words

Long lasting nights
When we discovered the fun things
Ran around, around, around
Long lasting nights
Between lost and found

Big, tall Ohio
Pain is in the air
Discovery everywhere
Big, tall Ohio
Where the winds whips your hair

So vast, Ohio
You’ve blown open the door
Let the past be past
So vast, Ohio
Be free at last

Brand new Ohio
The floors sparkle with life
New people surround
Brand new Ohio
Where possibilities abound

Short, everlasting moments
A forgotten comrade of mine
A transient, magical time
Short, everlasting moments
Without reason or rhyme

Stormy weather, Ohio
Beat the proverbial drum
Secrets will be told
Stormy weather, Ohio
Where the story shall unfold

Big Ohio
Run right beside me
Play the everlasting game,
Big Ohio
Never forget your name