we digs, we digs. Google Docs lets you post to your Blogger page, (which is a great notion. and Gets Us All Excited about the prospects of getting some kind of blog-like discipline into our otherwise dormant writing work habits) but thanks to the software having only bare-bones export options, and if you are a contrary sort like us who prefers one's blog's background be spat out in black (like ours is), voila! your text is hidden in the black. i'm sure it's easily overcome. but I was naturally smitten with the charming bug.
so somewhere below in the black, a spoooky poem is hiding. watch out! enjoy, children. why, it's hide & seek Lights Out! poetry.
ahem. as for Lights Out! ...when we were young, and played often with evil little baptist creek children, Lights Out! was a favorite game. Everyone spreads out in a closed-up room, the lights are turned off, and you creep about trying to find your friends and beat the shit out of them meanwhile trying to avoid getting caught & beaten yourself. ah, good times. we used to play an outdoor variation too, called Killer. Basically it was more of Lights Out! but set outdoors in the black night, Hide and Seek but with a Friday the 13th serial killer vibe. and they would usually hunt you down with some kind of large weapon. those baptist chicks were craaaazy motherfuckers.
which come to think of it has nothing to do with this poem.
...or it Does and i've just had some kind of breakthrough moment here. tearing up here.
hold me.
here's a gem from raw berry, that old whore. always good for a few laughs. enjoy! Lights Out!
feeling helen keller yes we’re only pack
of thumbs
fumbling towards the word. experience
musts be
helpful in these matters we guess. maybe blind
is sight without the pictures & the sound
turned down. boys
are like a spigot, water on the palm. we
knows the texture, but aching for a name,
mate. mute
mug shots, waiting in the dark
for touch to teach us how to speak in
tongues a
language, opening a door.
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