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14 de Noviembre 2008
i didn't write this
I've just come back from the war.
I'm angry and tired and bored.
Scarred by the things that I saw --
Still don't feel like I'm home.
Don't want to go back, don't want to stay.
I'm still waiting for the big parade.
Just before dawn --
doesn't feel like last fall...
feels like a friend I've lost touch with,
who I'd hoped wouldn't call --
blankets and clothes and pictures of wives,
the glow of the burning
they saw from the sky...
When I woke up, all swaddled in white,
I wanted my Mother,
wanted her to tell me why I was alive.
I'd write every night, just before bed.
For a while there I stopped.
Did you think I was dead?
The truth of it is, I was afraid.
Scared to come back, I wanted to stay.
I'm still waiting for the big parade.
--jonah's onelinedrawing wrote it, its a lovely little song called, the big parade.
but i like it.
free form is coming around again.
please come. i'll read something i wrote all by myself.
There will be an open mic and our feature performer is one of Seattle's premier Spoken Word Voices Roberto Ascalon.
$1 suggested donation at the door and coffee and pastries sold throughout the show. All proceeds this month will go back the Green Bean Coffee House, our non-profit, coffee with a conscience host.
Friday Nov. 21 8:00pm. Come early to get a good seat.
help yourself | By crymytinyflood | 10:18 AM
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did you get my email?
Posted by: i just want to know at 15 de Noviembre 2008 a las 02:37 PM
