Thursday, December 15, 2011

Write A Riff

In our class one day we picked up a random picture among many that were lieing on the floor. The image below isn't the same one I was looking at but I thought it was close enough. The one I picked up had a skeleton with a red cape on, falling from a building. All around him were random household objects like: a baby doll, fan, wooden sled, s.o.s. box, baby carriage and lots of money. I chose this one because it was different from most of my other fast writes, which were just like a boring diary entry.



The crazy red caped man was either falling from a building he jumped from, or falling from a building he was pushed off of. Falling all around him were random household objects and lots of money.


This red caped man was a mystery. No one knew who he was or where he came from, or what his face even looked like. He was called the red caped man because he always walked around with a bright red cape that hid his face. He was called crazy because he would always just be walking around everywhere, in and out of stores. Would occasionally buy meat from the butcher or knitted crafts from the nice old woman, but usually just looked at everything. But he never once talked, not any sort of noise ever came from his mouth. This man was a mystery and now it was a mystery of why he was falling from a building with household materials falling all around him.

This was all to become uncovered, and everyone would  know the truth. The red caped man would not be a mystery any more.

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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Prison Poetry

All I Know
By Martin Williams

I came into the world
knowing only three things:
I'm hungry,
I need to be held,
and something to cry about.

Forty-nine years later
nothing has changed.
There's something in me
frail and selfish,
something that only knows
that it's hungry
or that it's alone
or that life hurts
and if you don't fit in there somewhere,
I can't use you.

I heard the scream of a cat
being mauled by a dog,
a primal howling shriek
that raised all my hairs
and I knew exactly
what he wanted.
My dictionary has 6,000,000 words
that all mean
feed me, hold me, fix me.
The last seven words of Christ on the cross
were feed me, hold me, fix me
and all the ads
all the religions
promise to
feed me
hold me
fix me.

I'm hungry.
I'm alone.
Life hurts.

I knew it all along.