27 March 2006

like poets do.

art works in many ways and sometimes the ways are not obvious. sometimes you have to look; at others you have to just let yourself feel it. like today. i’m up on whidbey island, it’s sunny and everything is crisp; i go down to the beach where the wind is roaring and walk next to the crashing waves, arms spread wide like pre-iceberg leonardo. and a scene from a film comes to my mind, this one that my mind won’t let go of. as sometimes happens in art—a piece or a scene will have a particular impact that resonates and keeps popping up until you are satisfied. this one is from mean girls, an exchange between the main nice girl and the slutty mean girl. it goes like this.

main nice girl: c'mon. there must be something you're good at.
slutty mean girl: well... i'm kinda psychic. i have a fifth sense.
main nice girl: what do you mean?
slutty mean girl: it's like i have espn or something. my breasts can always tell when it's going to rain.
main nice girl: really? that's amazing.
slutty mean girl: well, they can tell when it's raining.

and there’s so much going on in that scene; it’s a lot to process. today there i was, standing before the waves, a seagull gliding motionless in the wind above me, the mean girls scene running on repeat, and it was like the world handing me a big bag of good vibes, you know? everything just came together, all at once, so. i wrote a song, right there in my head, like wordsworth on his constitutional:

here comes the rain again.
falling on my breasts like a memory.
falling on my breasts like a new emotion.
they want to move in the open wind.
they want to bounce like lovers do.
they want to dive into your ocean.
do you have sunscreen with you.
so boobies bare for me.
like poets do.
stand for me.
like soldiers do.
bare for me.
like strippers do.
here comes the rain again.
raining on my boobs like a tragedy.
wetting my shirt like a new emotion.
oooooh.
they want to move in the open wind.
they want to bounce like lovers do.
they want to dive into your ocean.

do you have sunscreen with you.

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