Mid Town

4. There was once thought of making it a tourist attraction, or of selling it out for use to a private business, but now there’s only silent tribute through the towns and the unceasing growth. When people stop, there is no thought to the strange systems of roots that must exist in such a place. There is only thought for the symptoms, for the lack.

0. “There is no question that there is an unseen world. The problem is how far is it from mid-town and how late is it open?”

It’s open all hours
and it is mid-town
But that’s the problem isn’t it?
It is mid-town but we, meaning me,
want it separate.
Why is that?
Because me, meaning we
are supposed to be the come together;
why do I push?
And make fringe out of mid-town?
Fringe out of myself?

3: “In a sense,” he said, “you’re alone here”

Well yes, I suppose that is exactly why.
That was once home.
There’s nothing better than being alone
(but not really alone)
There’s nothing like the company of the universe
there’s nothing like the company of electricity
But that’s mid-town.
And I’ve been convinced it should be fringe-town.
And I’ve been convinced I should be mayor of fringe town,
and not Queen of mid.

Vibrato belongs in our hands – that’s the channel,
that’s the spark.
That’s how we tap – with our fingers
we can swing, we can waltz
with those fingers of ours
We can get vibrational
here in mid-town.

2: Delay is the deadliest form of denial.

Denial is the deadliest form of delay.
Here in fringe-town
it’s been committed by the mayor
and mid-town social services have come
and taken her children
because denial is a virus
and her babes have got the flu.

There is no time for the counselors of mid-town.
In their pink dresses and scarlet tresses
They wait in their sensory deprivation
for her to come out of her sensory saturation
”don’t forget you called me” they whisper.
They know how to cut the fringe.
And that’s when the cure comes:

Mid-town is an area of opposition that doesn’t necessarily oppose.

1: “I do believe in ghosts, I do believe in ghosts. I do I do I do I do I do.”

I can still spot the electric ghosts in the darkness,
This headstone of denial is haunted by Lucifer’s wanton militia
And Elizabeth’s ladies are lay in wait.

And with the vibrato in their hands
words remind us that we are power conduits
We provide the cables
here in mid-town.
The only fringe is on our dresses
and stuck in our tresses.

This Carnivale is no tourist attraction
My red will make a ride out of you.
And there will be thoughts to these roots
that run deep and high

And I won’t accept donations
from privatizations,
Oh no, I’m not in the business,
Honey, I am the business.

I’m management.

0. Attributed to Woodey Allen
1. The Cowardly Lion, The Wizard of Oz
2. C. Northcote Parkinson
3. Tori Amos
4. Little Sister
July 2006
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