Date: Fri, 12 Jun 1998 07:32:38 -0500 From: Phanny Subject: [WRITERS] SUB: CONTEST Glass Houses (fwd) Glass Houses Night moves with me the color of unwashed dreams tangling my feet making me stop at every house mute witness to America's incarnations of dementia. A husband hand high sweat stained blue shirt beats passion into a wife who should have lost the weight of three kids and ten years of love. A mother face red with emotional constipation screams shattered dreams at a purple pajama clad boy smeared with the artistry of his own shit. A teacher masturbates drool laced grin watching Generation Next prancing in high socks and short skirts singing technicolor ballads of girl power. A M.A.D.D. lady digests memories from brown bottles of piss yellow hate staring at pictures of boys in tuxes imagining unconquered kingdoms. A child punches promises on a sticky white keyboard old experienced video voyeur deep in a world where deception makes boys into men and back. A maggot inhales maryjane remembering heavy metal days and heavy water night---mares photos of Reagan and Rush sporting neon red bull's eyes. A writer glass of dark courage crimps a new American lie spouting plagiarized pages of pap. A soldier camouflaged against his next violation of 90's Clinton etiquette practices crying to fit into his Army of pussy whipped pundits. A cop sits smiling staring stoically at the blue metal death he has never fired and imagines nigger faced crimes along the sight. A grandmother tough tanned life lined scowl entranced by news of improved living remembering better days in Depression. My feet trip and stutter from glass eyed house to house to house demanding witness through one way mirrors of lives forever stained by instant info instant food and instant satisfaction luring promising begging me to hurl the stone of sanity along a sad suburban street of glass houses.