Asheville 2000

Asheville 2000

Some men they walk on Montford
Some women walk on clay
Some come here seeking comfort
Some come to laugh and play.

No one gets through without working
But you can drop really far
Some people come to fight it
For rent they sell their car.

There end up a crop of crack whores
And a slew of hippies too.
None of them mow their lawns now
None of them own shampoo.

They have their freckled babies
They work at the whole-earth store
They publish alternative weeklies
They preach to the same crowd, bored.

Then the police department
With nothing better to do
Comes out to bust heads open
Asheville’s darkest blue.

The rift here goes back a long way
The loggers and the Vanderbilts
Those with the money on one side
And those with the stills and quilts.

So here come a bunch of craftsmen
And a load of ne’er do wells
Some find a form of heaven
Some find a brand new hell.

The coal fired plant over yonder
It spews a terrible stench
And then when the cars come visit
Bele Chere is an ugly mess.

So drink up ye merrie masons
Drink ’til your livers rot
Marvel at the Deco buildings
Visit Tom Dula’s plot.

Richie sings of a new beginning
This better be more than a trend
You started a new idea
Now see it through to the end.

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Gospel

Gospel

Here in Durham, where muggings proliferate
And the poor outnumber Dukies eight to one,
A sad state is balanced by the gospel according
To Shirley. Shirley Ceasar that is. She’s a
Firebrand, a well-documented star and
A preacher in her own church. This town

Needs her too. Shootings are up, crime
Surrounds NCCU, a school whose proud
Eagle must feel like flying away most days.
Meanwhile the computer jockeys rake in
Millions and towns like Chapel Hill cater to the
Rich, and their children at “snooty U.”

So sing Shirley sing, let your voice ring out,
Get the aisles dancing, re-teach us to shout!

 

 

 

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Mentally Homeless: Or Which comes First, Mental Illness or Homelessness?

Mentally Homeless
Or
Which comes First, Mental Illness or Homelessness?

We’re out on the streets fighting the cold
Wondering what tomorrow will hold
When what to our bloodshot eyes should appear:
Ten more policemen, 20 more fears.

So this is democracy, American style
Some make it rich, some stand to file
For a type of relief that never shows
‘Cause there’s no place for the check to go.

So, until you can afford a place of your own,
You can’t get help, one mind blown.

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Orange County Homes

Orange County Homes

The best have lived here, and the worst
And now the dome is going to burst
Because so many insist on moving in,
Because life here gives easy wins

To those who previously lost
Or prospered less. Oh, the cost
To what was once such pretty land:
It’s now carved up for homesteads, grand.

But what when million dollar homes
Subtract from deer that used to roam?
And how about the food we eat,
Can we plant some on your street?

You say “no” and “go away,”
So could you please tell me where I can stay?

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Sparse October

Sparse October

Glare penetrates at autumn angles.
Hillsborough’s warmth persists: drought
Does not discriminate. It looks like your
Typical colorburst fall, but leaves this dry
Disintegrate to dust, no bonfires needed.

Here, where suburbs sprawl, front porches
Matted, where thousands of gallons of water
Are sprayed to keep what once was lush forest
Green. Where clay, now so dusty it reddens
Windows, splints shins after two miles of hike.

It’ll take more than compost to veggie garden
This back lawn: a full load of topsoil from
A distant state, atop a load of dry whoop-ass
Distributed evenly over earth, now so solid
That digging is futile. Sparse October, while

Others are harvesting we slug to the store
Buying organic broccoli, miso concoctions,
Seven grain bread, to keep our half-spent
Bodies in youth, now long gone. No shovel
Can humanly dig into this earth. You work

So we eat, we eat and are fed, you work the
Last fields, we eat and are fed, you plant the
Genetics, we eat and are fed, you rise up to
Greet the dust bowl, and we are not fed. We
Have no place to plant our veggies this year.

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KC and the Thanksgiving Prayer

KC and the Thanksgiving Prayer

I gave a thanksgiving prayer to a new family I met near Asheville.
I got twigs and built a triangle (the three goddesses: corn, squash and
beans) and a square (the four directions: North – Winter and cleansing,
East: Spring and beginnings, South: Summer and warmth, West: Fall
and remembrances. The triangle sits above the square, because it is the
women who feed us.

You start in the square facing West and, while turning right for each
new direction, say:

We salute you for your wind and fresh new sky
We salute your wonderful people and cleansing snow
We greet the day with dreams to labor by
We salute your sun and love and fun and go

To green mountains, cold river by the leaves
Of Rhododendron bushes, tall black trees.
A new friend of mine now believes,
Captured by spirits she feels by doesn’t have to see.

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UNC Graduation

UNC-CH Class of 2000

Here’s to the Class of 2000, just a few months to go,
Just a few more rehearsals, before the new drama will show
That no one leaves as they came, no one can stop the cheers,
No one escapes the lunatic fringe without new tunes in their ears.

Some of us slink quite unnoticed, others, flamboyant arise,
But who can give up being students without a tear in their eyes?
So ask the ridiculous question, grab for the mate of your dreams,
Try to make fools of the lecturing tools in this well-oiled machine.

Since May now beckons like Haywood, wide open underneath,
Take all that you can from this old stand of flowering Dogwood trees.
No time now to brush your teeth, or pick up your dirty room
Laugh in the face of the preachers who preach the economics of doom.

Some go to the Cave, 506, Linda’s, The Skylight, The Cradle or Hell,
You better get up and go somewhere before they ring the last bell.
The days are full of tests, recitals, or lugubrious papers to write,
But statistics show the time you glow is from 10 to 3 at night.

So flip this page of blathering and follow the directions, my dear,
You wouldn’t want to miss the very best show of the year.
And one more time before the line of square caps starts to form
Do something only students can: break away from the corporate norm.

Good Luck & Peace.
The Gadflies
Chapel Hill NC 27514
Our Next Show is Friday March 10th: Trace Gallery, next to the Pour House on Blount, Raleigh.

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