Oh please, for tonight
find your words as you go
don’t reach for what you already know
never give me canned, stale, stale-mated statements
reach for revelations and be sustained in the moments’ birthing
speak not in stickies or any other such staccato convenience
rip rot from thought with devastating thoroughness
bother not to second-guess
until tomorrow

To the tune of Cab Calloway’s “Minnie the Moocher”*

Well folks here’s the story of Mr. Mister (wua wua!)
He was a lowdown loan hound grifter (wua wua wua wuaaaaa!)
He made the roughest, toughest sales (wua wuaa wua!)
But Mister really shoulda been locked up in jail
A-hi-dee-hi-dee-hi-dee-hiiiii!!!
A-hi-dee-hi-dee-hi-dee-hiiiii!!!
He’ll sell ya hiigh, he’ll sell ya hiiiiiigh
(wua wua wua wuaa, wua wua wua wuaaaaa!)
A-ho-dee-ho-dee-ho-dee-hoooo!!!
A-ho-dee-ho-dee-ho-dee-hoooo!!!
He’ll buy ya looow, he’ll buy ya loooooooow
(wua wua wua wuaa, wua wua wua wuaaaaa!)


*(if you don’t know the song, or if you haven’t heard it in a few days, you need, and I mean NEED to see this Betty Boop video by Max Fleischer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HaZOXF83zBg and probably check out other videos where these two geniuses collaborate)

My new card, for the new economy.

Made for the crew at Ragged Wing Theater co, after acting in Splinters... and other F-Words a couple of years back.