6134. RUN WITH THE DAY

RUN WITH THE DAY

Run with the day and your movie-camera eyes;

let me see you flash : stiletto heels and a nasty

cigar; like some old MTV splash on endless

replay. The microphone is tasty, but the 

camera never blinks (that's what

editing is for).

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I hopped my frugal ass into a Starbucks today:

thirteen kids around the counter, a few elders

reading lies, some punk with a nose-ring in

his eye. Sitting on the edge of all this palaver

was a big dude with some girl  -  all done up

in his military garb  -  natty, pressed jacket,

striped pants, military cap and service stars

and ribbon. His haircut looked like Brillo.

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Way too proud of himself, I thought. But, he

never shut up, so I just couldn't reach him. Like

so many others, lost in his stars. If astrology was

alchemy, we'd all be gold bars.

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So, Sallie Jane Amanda Kerchief, run with the

stars that you see. You don't need a medal to

get the gist  -  the enemy's coming over the

hill. Fire away, fire at will.