| Starpoet Newsletter Vol. VIII, No. XXVI |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Saturday, 23 June 2007 | |
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The
Starpoet
Newsletter
Vol. VIII, No. XXVI
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ <><><><><> To know, know, know her
Is to love, love, love her. To see her smile
Makes my life worthwhile Phil Spector
1958   __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ The week has passed, we are no longer queerly prideful and can go back to being a single pair of bonded humans among the many billions on this planet. And if I count the rest of the universe ...
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ another glimpse inside
Facts of Life
Coming into Reagan National,
Left hand bank on the rails,
Battle dress and jogging shorts,
Women in three inch heels;
Men carrying backpacks
To increase their body space,
Don’t call them purses,
They’re too manly for that;
The smell of make-up,
Perfume, and Old Spice Mingles with the stale scent
Of cigarettes smoked on the sly.
Enter the Pentagon,
Double escalators at full max,
Past the three thousand photos,
A montage of the dead, Remembered
By those of us who were here And survived to carry on The steel and limestone. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ adventures in manspace
Intrusion
I was sitting in the office of the service station,
Waiting for my car to be finished, When I became acutely aware and uncomfortable That I had invaded an alien, distinctly male space. Along the shelves were displays of condoms
-- The better to please your fine lady –
And magic creams that promised long encounters
With women driven hard by lust.
Mechanics went and came, grabbing cold soda
And an occasional pack of camel cigarettes; Customers entered, paid for gas with cash
Then disappeared back into the highway. Lottery addicts, mostly women,
Chanted long numeric incantations
Then scurried off to cook their husband’s supper And watch their television for their winners.
I sat in the corner, out of the way, behind some STP,
Watching a sweet, very pretty young thing -- With forty-fours bursting a tight amethyst tee --
Playing all the mechanics into helping her Until, at last, my car was free, the bill was paid,
And I too went home to make dinner for my partner. Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2007
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
With eyes as black as coal that looks down in my soul And starts a fire there ... -- Phil Spector and Jerry Leiber
1960-61
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ issues
The Illusionist
My ghost must be bored
Waiting for me to release him, Hanging out wherever
Undeployed ghosts go While the meat still walks Among the living. Living must be tedious
Before you get your spook license, All your time spent watching
This flesh breathe and be merrry.
I'm going to keep her waiting
Until I grow equally bored And then, only then,
Accept the best offer available
Before moving on
To whatever strikes my fancy.
Lisa Jain Thompson June 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ Equality is not a synonym
for interchangable, carbon copy existences that are indistinguishable from one another. -- LJT
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ I met him on a Monday and heart stood still
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
Someone told me his name was Bill
Da doo ron ron ron, da doo ron ron
- Spector, Greenwich, and Barry
1963
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ commute
Segue
Big red sun,
Bouncing up and down the hills,
Playing tag with the car lights Through the gray morning haze. The afternoon is filled with code orange dread,
Grayer skies, heavier air:
The lungs remember last August's dreary furnance, The brain that it's only still mid-June.
Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2007
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ Liberal progressive socialism
is not a diagnostic symptom for transsexuality. -- LJT
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home that night All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.
-- Spector, Greenwich, and Barry
1963
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ self-appointed experts, religious evangelists of all persuasions, political leaders
Rendering Caesar
Same people, different Books,
Crusades and Grand Inquisitions, Booted Nazi's and White Supremists, Marx, Engelos, and Mao Zedong,
Righteous mullahs and fanatic terrorists, Swords, racks, guns, and bombs:
All in pursuit of the one true faith.
Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ Capitalism is not inherently sinful:
making sufficient money to support yourself and your family is not heresy.
-- LJT
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ When I was a little girl, I had a rag doll
Only doll I ever owned
Now I love you just the way I love that rag doll
But only now my love has grown And it gets strong in every way
And it gets deeper, let me say
And it gets higher day by day And I do I love you, my oh my
River deep, mountain high
If I lost your love I would cry Oh how I love you, baby -- Spector, Greenwich, and Barry
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ in the course of events
Making Purpose
I cry for all the ones we've lost,
Parents and grandparents,
Aunts and uncles,
Babies and children
Dead before their time
Back across deep time's ages
To the ancient of days Who first risked everything
To send us on our way
Until we stand poised To step out to the stars. I cry for everyone
Who has walked this earth, Lived and died
So that we'd be here,
And those will give their last breath
So our journey will continue. By our deaths, each alone,
We give meaning to our lives, The world around us,
And promise to a future
Only our children will know.
Lisa Jain Thompson June 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ The night we met I knew I needed you so
And if I had the chance I'd never let you go.
So won't you say you love me, I'll make you so proud of me,
We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go.
Be my, be my baby
-- Spector, Greenwhich, and Barry
1963
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ separating the history
Rabunhod
Robin Hood,
He of noble bow,
Stood master of Locksley Hall,
The land and all of his people.
Legend has the good Earl raising
His sword against the Sheriff
Like some Joaquin Murrietta,
Bonnie and Clyde, and other banditos. Yet, at the day's end,
Robin was Lord of the Manor,
Absolute ruler of his small dominion, And no defender of the rights of peasants To throw off the royal foot That was resting on their necks,
Even if the foot in question
Was shod in Sherwood green.
Lisa Jain Thompson
June 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ I think I killed someone.
-- Phil Spector
2006 __/\/\/\/\__ ^^\/\/\/\/^^ PEACE
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