"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Wednesday, December 27, 1995

Feeling Surreal










Butterfly wings;
splintered things;
Spyro-gyra; bright-eyed pyro;
colors; lines and cats on fire;
spinning swirls; dynamic paisleys;
pulsating pearls; melting daisies;
flickering lights; chiming clocks;
blackened whites; spherical blocks;
slinky coils; bubbling fizz;
steamy oils; Cheez Whiz;
ultra-violet; wickedly flourescent;
acid test-pilot in blacklight presence;
rubber cotton; electric liquid;
Incense And Peppermint; flaming wickhead;

These things run rampant in my head.
These things which my brain has bred.

*written with Dave Kent*
December 27, 1995

posted by Lorraine Courigan at 10:07 PM

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