July 8th, 2007
Local News
Hello Nashville, This is your Local News...
Here to bring you the blues.
There was a murder and a crash on 65
and fireworks at the park on the 4th of July
In other news, gas prices are the worst
and they caught that guy accused of stealing that girls purse
The highway's backed up from a jack knifed semi truck
In this exclusive - Our ecomomy is f*cked
*And with the weather, Skip, what to you have to say?*
Well folks, it's hot out...what more is there to say...
We haven't seen a rain drop in 47 days
Make sure to drink your fluids and stay out of the sun
But overall this weekend should be nice for everyone
*Now back to you*
That's all for now, folks...we'll see you back at six
And repeat everything again to make sure that it sticks
Goodnight, Nashville...we hope you liked the show
We leave you tonight with some video
of puppy dogs
April 14th, 2007
The Perfect Storm
a short poem by Benjamin Olson
if there ever was a time for squaller
a wave, or drip...a fall of water
the time would be when clouds hang low
the dark creeps in and nips your nose
the creaks and cracks, once small now scare
the stink of worm hangs in the air
the wind will wipe you off your feet
and tumble weeds roll through the street
and men and women run to hide
like blood stains from a spot of tide
and thunder echos off the road
in cavernous glory, so it's told
though no ones been around to hear
this eruption with their naked ears
it speculated that it's true
and we all have to much to do
so we take for certain that this storm
is far beyond the quoted norm
And though i've staggered from the theme
Allow me to get back to scheme
If there ever was a time for squaller;
we'd best look out for all that water
April 11th, 2007
Broken. What Else Is New?
Apparently things are created to break. No big surprise really...as humans are the builders, and naturally we are built to break as well. It just sometimes seems as though when one thing breaks, it unleashes a string of breakables for about a week or so. Then, things go back to normal and we (or at least I) manage to put this fact away until the next breakable week begins.
This week it could have been the garage door. That would begin the week...from there I'd have a broken blender, then a lawn mower, and then a mirror. But that's all...nothing to get upset about. It is inevitable, isn't it? So I'd go about making the necessary repairs and get back to the routine. Completely ignoring that things break on a regular basis, because my personal "breakable" week was over. Unfortunately for the guy across the street, his week was just about to begin.
Poor fellow.
April 9th, 2007
Regrets & Cigarettes
a poem/story by benjamin Olson 2007
he tapped his cigarette until the cherry fell off
then he pulled in a flame and pushed out a cough
he'd been doing the same since his girl left in early july
he built towers of ash in the tray on the table
the oak wood was sprinkled like snow on a stable
his machine still had messages to which, he'd declined a reply
one from his banker with news of a bankrupt account
since he neglected his office and never went out
but he missed her and insisted on making his home a tomb
the dust built on the screen of his 13 inch black and white
and once a day some one would knock to make sure he's alright
but he sat there in silence with billowing smoke filling the room
along with his heart, his lungs became bitter
with each long drag of a nicotine filter
and maybe the weeze in his throat matched his souring mood
he remembered the days when he made his girl laugh
and the bubbles that floated when she'd take a bath
or the way she'd run her fork around in her food
the creaks in the walls were much like his feelings
and his tears matched the multiple leaks in the ceiling
the windows gave way to only sparse bits of light
he continued to sit there and watch the smoke billow
and remember the smell of her bed time pillow
just staring at nothing as nights became days became nights
and though he knew she would never return
he continued to let his cigarettes burn
in hopes that love or death, one first, would end his pain
so on this went and even so to this day
just smoking and waiting for it all to go away
and still willing to do it all again if the chance ever came
the end.
