Your Happy Place

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You're giving me provocation:
provocative apocalypse
in
sovereign nations.

We rocking it.

The talking lips will
turn into talking heads.
the walking dead will
hold
a place
above us
on the fog.

We said
we'd
live

our life

according to our
morals
and
values.

Put down how
you
count
two and two.

It equals five
but
by the time we
realize
there's more to life
than
what... dichotomous relationships.
Your faith insists you love thy neighbor, but not if he's gay?

I pray for rain <read: change>

but I'm afraid

that it already came.

The same day,
I
remain nameless.
I
speak
my peace
on beats
and then

retreat.

I believe
in the image
of a

Basil on Baker's street
but

I'm out of luck
when
we're ruled by Ratigan.

It matters

as a
fathom pattern.

Running at them you can sit and watch them

s c a t t e r .

That's the fact of the matter.

As a matter of fact,
the mad hatter is back.

It's tax cuts to corporation s; our patterns off track.

Go to your happy place,
I'll meet you there
(would you
share?)
and to vastly save face
I'm going to ask we
say grace.

It's a breath of fresh air.

You'd
best
look
both
ways
before
you
cross
me,
softy.
Fucking
with
me
can
be
costly,
honestly.
(look both ways before you cross me softy, fucking with me can be costly, honestly.)

JON WATTS BATTLING:
that's unheard of.

I hear
he cries


a lot
and likes
girls

above
our cultural norms.

His living informs
because
he's living in dorms
and he's
encouraging storms
to rain
down
a-
cid
and
soot.


I put
my
foot down,
living
around a
sound lounge.

His noun is hound.
His verb is swerve.

He's hit every curb you can think from here to merge.

My
change
in
rhythm
says
that individuals know to but I'm like,
"if i could leave it,
I wouldn't have to show you."



So few people are thinking things through.

So few of us are really in tune with what's true.

chase you in a golf cart yelling, "call the zoo!"

I'll do
my
time
for
ancestoral
crimes

and

still not really know what you went through.

Go to your happy place,
I'll meet you

there (would you

share?)
and to
vastly
save
face
I'm
going
to
ask
we
say
grace.

It's a

breath
of
fresh

air.






Take this.
Use it.

Come back and tell me why it's only my good
friends that listen to my music

and
if you've never
heard of
Jon
Watts
before, that's
because
I'm
not
in
stores

so come a knockin' at my door.



I'm


a whole lot stronger than I used to be

but

there's a couple of things in me that you don't see.

I'm not a failure
but sometimes
I fail.

I'm
out of
fantasies
I've got to
grab by the tail,
so it's
balls to the
wall and
face in
the dirt.


I'm wasting a w a y.
It tastes like it hurts.

What
I've
made
for
today
is
a
game
full
of
words
and
a
name
for
the
nerds
that
remains
unheard.


I prefer

to be

living



outdoors
and
performing
chores
that
are
mine
(not yours)

because

I'm bored of your life

so

I've stopped watching television


, telling the living to
LIVE their own story.

I'm
bored.

We sit around
and
talk about
nature
as if
we weren't
natural.


That's full
of
hate:
our insatiable
lust to
control
all
things not us
(indigenous cultures
and such).

Put em up

Politicians and
guns
for our
daughters and
sons
to
debate.

What's at stake
is their
lungs
and their
eyes
and their
lives
and their
love
and their
sun
and their
moon
and their
world
and their
squirrels
and their
parks
and their
homes
and their
art
and their
bones
and their
smart
and their
farms
and the
faraway
hugs
from their
arms,
not
explosions
of
ours
with
nuclear
arms
in a
faraway
fading
fast
future
of
stars.

It's guzzled away in our cars.

and paved over by shopping marts.

at least we're living

but barely alive

run to your happy place
got to survive.

got to survive got to survive
run to your happy place
got to survive.

got to survive got to survive


go to your happy place.

I'll meet you there
(would you share?)

and to vastly save face
I'm going to ask we say grace

it's a breath of fresh air.

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from Self, released April 5, 2004

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Quaker poet-producer-songsmith in West Philly.

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