Tallon Fassi

Singing on the back of the beat.

Syncopation sounds love proximity

Do not editorialize!

Shut up and put your ear on

the drummer is running the show.

Flow with authority

be in the moment of poetry

test the power of every line

“Let the rhythm be the ear worm

that gets stuck in your mind.”

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If I should have a daughter…

Instead of mom she is going to call me Point B

because that way she know no matter what happens

At least she can always find her way to me.

And I’m going to paint the solar systems on the backs of her hands

So she has to learn the entire universe before she can say;

“I know that like the back of my hand.”.

And she is going to learn that this life it will hit you, HARD.

In the face, wait for you to get back up

just so it can kick you in the stomach.

But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way

to remind you lungs how much they like the taste of air.

There is hurt..HERE..that can’t be fixed by bandaids or poetry.

So the first times she realizes that Wonder Women isn’t coming

I’ll make sure that she knows

she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself

Because no matter how wide  you stretch your fingers ,

your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to cure

believe me I’ve tried.

“And baby”  I’ll tell her “don’t keep your noise up in the air like that

I’ve know that trick,  I’ve done it a million times,

your just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail

back to the burning house so you can find the boy

who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him

or else !

Find the boy who lit  the fire in the first place

to see if you can change him.

But I know she will anyway

So instead I will always keep an extra supply of

choclate and rain boots near by

because there is no heart break that chocolate can’t fix…

okay there are a few heart breaks that chocalate can’t fix…

But that is what the rainboots are for

because the rain will wash away everything if you let it

I want her to look at the world through

the underside of a glass bottom boat.

To look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist

on the pinpoint of a human mind

because that’s the way my mom taught me

that there will be days like this…there will be days like this

when you open your hands to caught and

whine up with only blisters and bruise.

When you step out of a phone booth and try to fly

and the very people you want to save

are the one standing on your cape.

When your boots fill with rain and

you’ll be standing up to your knees

with disappointment and

Those are the days are the very days

you have all the more reason to say ‘thank you’

Because there is nothing more beautiful then

how the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline,

no matter how many times it is sucked away.

You will put the Win in ‘Win Some’

Lose some..

You will put the ‘star’ in ‘staring over’ and over

and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute

be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life

And yes on a scale from ’1 to over trusting’

I am pretty damn nieve

But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar

It can crumble so easily

but don’t be afraid stick your toungue out and taste it

baby i’ll tell her..

Remember:

Your momma is a worrier and

your papa is a warrior

And you are the girl with small hands and big eyes

who never stops asking for more.

Remember that

Good things come is threes…

and so do bad things.

And always aplogies when you’ve done something wrong

BUT don’t you ever aplogize for to the way

your eyes refuse to stop shining

Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing!

And when they finally hand you heartache

When they slip war and hatred under your door

and offer you hand outs on street corners

Of synizim and defeat

You tell them they really ought to meet your mother.

 

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Every seven years, cells are made anew.

I see it as clear as Mr. Magoo.

My mother is brilliant, I swear!

Why didn’t I receive her intellect

in the stead of her shining hair.

Too whimsical and flaky,

labels I don’t dare contest.

“Baby, this is a mans world!”

Fuck right, that’s why it’s a total mess.

Wisdom hurts too much to pry.

Yet lesson are in high supply.

 

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Vital Information,

for those who need to know

everything!

Knowledge is savvy

Allie, Krack.

Reefs that grow Mary Jane

and give back.

Life?

Breathe!

Why so serious?

I want to drive a micro-bus.

That is a home. To move when the winds moan.

NO! NO! NO!

YES! YES! YES!

Maybe?

Ladies prefer Amsterdam.

 

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