oldies mix, 1.2

originally printed in beat magazine tom christopher copyright 2005

during one rainy day lunch my 14 year old self had a poetry reading in the hallway (dressed all in black no doubt). here are a few of the gemz (ahem) from that afternoon. /bongo drumz

acid rain
lovely acid rain
lovely acid rain

sometimes you're a pain

lovely acid rain
lovely acid rain

a pitter pat, a pitter pat

i hate it when you make my
hair flat

strange thoughts
i hate you
you hate i
go eat a fly
and then go
die
i love you
but please
don't sniff
glue
i will go to
the store
but don't be
a bore. becuz
i don't want
to snore
it's cold!
shut the
refrigerator
door, but
eat the apple
core,
help me!
watchout there's
a bee!

love kills
love kills
words spill
grab my heart
you say we'll
never be apart
you lied
so now our
love
has died
'i love you' fell from
your lips
but now all we have
to look forward
to is
friendships
our love was supposed
to last
but now our love
is something
in the past
i won't life
i still love you
my love for you
will never die
i forgive
i can...
live

now that it's all
over and done
i'm going to go
out
and have
some
fun

sadness
an equal amount of
sadness
can lead to an
equal amount of
madness?
what is this?
it isn't splendid bliss
do you want power?
no, you need a shower
we say "ha, ha"
sheep say "ba, ba"
come, let's go away
never to return
always to stay
do you have a car?
please! drive me to
a shiny star
to a place very far



ay dios mio!

oldies mix 1

sophmore year, san francisco

november 23
rite now i feel happy because i got a 76 on my algebra test. i totally thought i'd get worse. the sun is kinda out today, bummer. i love it when it rains. when it pours! lovely acid rain...

i wonder if A is mad at me. friday she seemed kinda pist. i called her up sunday asked her if she was pist. she said no, i was kinda upset but i was gonna talk to you anywayz.

anywayz?! anywayz, she just passed me up this morning. i said hi to her today. when the lunch bell rang she didn't come to my locker. she usually does. i guess i won't be spending lunch with her. oh well.

today i was tellin everybody that i'm not living at home. why do i say stupid shit like that?

eeeeeel...the sun's coming out.

november 25
725 am, at this moment i am in my 1st period english three class. usually i am sittin in the hallway w/my friends doin nothin'. i ain't sittin w/them today b-cuz --- I DON"T FEEL LIKE IT! A and F brought their newly bought rats to skool. i guess i ain't hangin w/them b-cuz i don't like the fact that it seems like their showin off? maybe it's just me b-cuz there not really like that? anyhow, it seems like A is tryin to be like AA and F is trying to be A. i think F is like some kind of wanna-be. i don't know. today i just hate the both of 'em.

i don't know why though. gawd my life is borin.

rite now i can hear B and G outside. they're cute. extremely cute. anyhow, today is J's birthday. i can hear her screamin', i guess someone's beatin her up (must be nice) oh well. nobody knows i'm in here - that's life.

L walked in and said i had strange eyes that something happened to them. i'm going outside for one second...okay, i'm back. i was standin rite there and B and G didn't say anything to me...this skool is a mad house.

what to do? what are words? B is making fun of G. he's funny. strange but funny. G is like the quiet intellectual. i mean B seems smart but more sociable. whatever. they're best friends and they're both running for class prez!

what am i going to do at lunch? or second period. i think i'm going to talk to my counselor. i don't wanna stay in skool.

oh! we're not gonna have turkey for thanksgiving b-cuz on the news, there's someone spiking turkeys w/poison. dad doesn't want to take a chance. we're gonna have pancit and lumpia. whatever. man-o-man gotta wash da dishes.

it was all so simple then

i've kept a journal ever since i could. my earliest writing memory is of myself, bout 4 scribbling in my parent's cramped closet. i'd sit atop a basket full of clothes, coat sleeves hovering over my head and put pen to pages of my mom's address book.

my childhood diaries were typically filled with pages of what i had eaten for the day {ugh.fish for dinner! why do they hate me?}. who stopped by our house {my cousin jimmy came over early this morning. he had a new type of candy. it was called nerdz. i ate them before brushing my teeth. eek!}. whether or not i was late to school {took another cab to school. classmate said he liked my dad's car!}.

although i no longer possess those elementary and middle school volumes, i do still have my high school joints. i reread them recently and realized that (1) yes, tragedy+time does = comedy and (2) time heals all wounds. even high schooly ones. almost. sorta. close. whatever.

radio stations have oldies shows on sundays. i'm going to start spinning some today, for you, my listeners. takin' it back thurzdaze (or flash backin' fridaze, whatevs you get what i'm gettin at). don't touch that dial.