11/20 Saturday @ 8 PM Bluebird Art Gallery 6747 Bright Ave., Whittier 90601 http://www.bluebirdarthouse.com/
There's an open reading. There's coffee. My co-feature is Pete Justus. Brenda Petrakos is the host.
Questions- thelodown-owner@yahoogroups.com
Hope to see you.
Hugs,
Teka
A sample poem
Entitled-Napoleon ate Snowball and Nobody Noticed?
SUV's are massive and they always try to squeeze into a spot which is perfect for my latest hybrid. They squeeze into lanes, squeeze into spots, squeeze past yellow lights.
Squeezing into where they do not belong, like a wide ass squeezing into pair of jeans which used to look good, but now not quite right, not now, not anymore, but the darkness covers up the awkward bulges, so the ass just keeps wearing them.
Things that squeeze never signal, they just get over, it's not that I would let them over if they did signal, but they don't signal, they just squeeze their way in, squeezing their way into my space.
If I'm on a road and on my way to Whole Foods, I don't understand why I have to wait for a SUV with a mom and her kids, what are they doing, where are they going, what I have to do is important, in addition to my 1930 Triumph I have the latest hybrid that emits water vapors, which shows that I care, and what I have to do is important.
I don't have any kids, because I don't want to populate this overpopulated planet with more things that people don't care about, I don't want to have to focus on anything, but working on me being a better person, so I can help the most people possible, when I have some energy left, I need to focus so I can concentrate on my vegetarian diet, my free random oppressed person causes, and my greater understanding for the world around me. People who have children, they are selfish and unthinking, there are plenty of children in countries that we are supposed to be happy that we don?t live in, that?s children we can adopt, and those kids, they are grateful, my friend gave money to an agency that procured him a beautiful child and he is very, very happy.
I don't celebrate holidays, because they aren't real, just devices to market cards.
I hate my mother.
SUVs, packed full of kids, taking over our roads, squeezing into where they don't belong, taking spaces that belong to us, the good people who drive little cars like the VW convertible, my weekend car, that run on little amounts of gas and little amounts of electricity.
Who are these people, who are these people who don't understand, who don't care, how can they be so selfish, so intolerant, so greedy of our limited space.
This is MY space.
Those wicked selfish people!!!
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