First Lady – a Poem about nobody in particular

First lady, first lady
Can you come stand beside me.
I'd like to capture your elegance with a picture.
Dress in black and white.
Your smile the only light.
Strike a pose, say cheese hear a snap.
And it's all over.

Walk back towards the plane.
We watch in a haze.
Shattered thinking this visit is the last.
On the stairs you turn and wave.
The crowds spirits are raised.
What a pleasant end to the act.

I hope the rumours aren't true.
We found a discrepancy in your review.
Suppressed stories of rage.
Shouting contests with interns.
Slapping your drivers.
All from the lips of a spiteful aide.

I see you now as human.
A mistake or two is common.
Owning up is our only request.
Step back from the public.
They want you humiliated.
First lady, first lady
Sooner or later you'll have to answer to us.

WZ

Remember This? Oz record

This was a good find. The only copy of the soundtrack that I have personally ever seen.
It is from the early 60's and contains soundbites from the movie as well.

Identity - Poem

Identity

I bare my soul.
And constantly rebuked.
Tend to stick my foot in my mouth.
Consistently eating shoes.
I've learned how to be me, by studying myself.
Kept an eye on my eye, and replaced I with you.
I am but one person.
I act like I'm two.
I have one name.
But more may do.

If I try I will fail.
The situation never matters.
It's all I know how to do.
So in certain circumstances.
I picture myself removed.
Allow life to keep going.
And I watch like a movie.
Roll with what comes at me.
With minimal kicking and screaming.

It isn't always easy.
To turn off your feelings.
Your nerves become shot.
You are blind to what you see.
It might seem cruel.
It might sound mean.
Emotions just get in the way.
Shut yourself off.
It's all you'll need.

WZ

My favorite Christmas album record

One of the few, but by far, my favorite Christmas albums I own. A fantastic funny record.

Downtown T-town pictures

Some pictures I have taken of Downtown Tulsa recently. The BOK tower still makes me think of the World Trade Center Buildings.

Remember This? Speaking In Tongues record

This is a clear vinyl copy of the Talking Heads album Speaking In Tongues. Released on Sire Records in 1983. The album features one of my favorite TH songs, This Must Be The Place, which is the last song on the record.

Oh Austin(The City) - A poem

This is just something short about a city I've become fascinated with recently. A city I'd love to spend more time in.

Oh Austin
Down 35 12 hours away.
I can't here your voice from here.
I can only imagine the sound being great.
Oh Austin
I've noticed downtown starting to reach towards the sky.
Do the urban elite like watching it rise?
Are the bats still a sight?
Would I need a car, or could I make it with a bike?
I'd rather avoid the messy bridge on 35.
Oh Austin
Your jammed surface streets.
Parking lot highways.
Rising rent.
Yet you're still oh so tempting.
Oh Austin
Have you lost your charm?
From far away I can't tell.
Have you sold out to yuppies?
You must have other qualities to sell.
Are you the artist safe haven?
That you are made out to be.
A utopia in the middle of a dead sea.
Oh Austin
I'll find out for myself.
Leave a light on for me.

WZ