GirlSense and NonSense Evolution: A GirlSense and NonSense Anthology | Page 26

Dejection, such a bloody waste of time,

You’d better throw dreams, whims and words

To the sky, he’s feeling poor

So he’ll end up collapsing on us,

And we done in a wink, aren’t we lucky dogs?

Please don’t fret, so many already gone,

Reckless ramblers, women in love with modern art,

Limping girls, ponytailed front men, you name it -

As for me I always travel light,

Cheap dreams and a tawdry life in my rucksack:

Mine was the strength that made them possible,

Crossing the border always an easy task,

I’m not joking, you learn fast when slaps and danger

Hide in ambush, too fast perhaps -

Oh, and don’t believe the naysayers with their

‘Stones have no soul’, ‘cause they have -

I saw it on the day the old scamp shook them to death,

I saw the barren stares, the arms stretched out to the dawn,

The endless whys no one cared for, then the corpses,

That’s what I saw as I was standing by the window

Waiting for hope to come along,

And come along she did, a frail egg white

Useless against angular features

And women sporting black robes, funny headgears -

But I’m a girl of all trades, when running errands

I’ll give them a deferential smile and wait for the weekend,

When close to my bed I’m going to find

A bright mood and my gopher the fire -

Where are the men, wild orchids, by the by?

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By Gabriella Garofalo

Dejection, such a bloody waste of time,

You’d better throw dreams, whims and words

To the sky, he’s feeling poor

So he’ll end up collapsing on us,

And we done in a wink, aren’t we lucky dogs?

Please don’t fret, so many already gone,

Reckless ramblers, women in love with modern art,

Limping girls, ponytailed front men, you name it -

As for me I always travel light,

Cheap dreams and a tawdry life in my rucksack:

Mine was the strength that made them possible,

Crossing the border always an easy task,

I’m not joking, you learn fast when slaps and danger

Hide in ambush, too fast perhaps -

Oh, and don’t believe the naysayers with their

‘Stones have no soul’, ‘cause they have -

I saw it on the day the old scamp shook them to death,

I saw the barren stares, the arms stretched out to the dawn,

The endless whys no one cared for, then the corpses,

That’s what I saw as I was standing by the window

Waiting for hope to come along,

And come along she did, a frail egg white

Useless against angular features

And women sporting black robes, funny headgears -

But I’m a girl of all trades, when running errands

I’ll give them a deferential smile and wait for the weekend,

When close to my bed I’m going to find

A bright mood and my gopher the fire -

Where are the men, wild orchids, by the by?

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