Sunday, October 01, 2006

heres the text of my response to a call to the draft sent to me sometime in the future. i will send it verbatim when the time comes, but in the meantime its preemptively being put to music and going on my album. please excuse any typos. in the future we dont spell things correctly nor do we have a grasp on proper grammer. and we all rap.

dear sirs:

if the pavement comes alive on flatbush ave with toothy smile
comprised of traffic cones and manholes become eyes,
and birds burst into flames while singing satans praises and fold into
the sky and rain down ashy danger,

if every office empties and all slaves walk in dazes to a pool of
liquid money where they bathe blissfully naked and
drugs no longer taunt me and flooze around my conscience and every
woman beating rapist is securely in their coffins and

every open hydrant in a brooklyn time summer moment is opened up by
cops and folds out into an ocean
and rent is payed by bread literally and parking isnt payed for and
food stamps can be planted and childhoods cant be damaged,

if fire can power space ships that safely ship the creators of
dynamite and gun powder to the graves of all faced it and
the slurping nerf of buracrat life and bean counting slave owners is
twisted in on itself until it shaves off its own faces

and the coke and crack in the nation is collected in a top hat and
forcefed to the children of every cia agent and the dust heads get an
angel and an acres worth of rainbow and the projects turn to clouds
and the stupid arent so proud,

and the snivling grimace mongrols of infected money slobbing
pesticrats ignite into a brilliant beam of light
and mercy is the rule and the exception's mercy too and the desert
comes to brooklyn and the president goes to school

time flows in reverse...death becomes my birth... me fighting
in your war is still, by a large magin, the least likely thing that will ever
fucking happen



jaime meline