by Larry Brody
NOTE FROM LB
If not proof at least evidence that sometimes people really do change. Short poems (the first probably could have been a tweet but we don’t have them back in the 1990s), yet oh-so insightful. Maybe. I hope.
Anyway:
Relative Values
(by Kid Hollywood)
To Indian People an eagle feather means manhood.
My bar mitzvah symbolized the same thing,
And I netted three grand.
It’s The Bells That Have All The Magic
(by No Longer Kid Hollywood)
It’s the bells that have all the magic.
They announce the coming of the gods.
Indian dancers wear them around their
Ankles, and every jingle brings the gift of past
Glory closer to the dust of today.
When I watch the fancy dancers in their
Feathers and beads, I long to join them,
And be taken over by some greater force.
To give yourself up to the bells’ jingling
Is to feel a power beyond any on earth.
It’s the bells that have all the magic.
My soul vibrates with their call.
Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.