The VCR Diaries "MIC" Veronica vs. Vance, Round 2

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A Poetic Documental based on The Decks and the Road Novel Series

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Experience MIC!  Mysteries In Common.  

Enjoy this comparison of The VCR Diaries and The VCR Diaries 2 "No Estrogen.  

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Round 2- Veronica vs. Vance  "PM"

Veronica- They’ve dimmed the lights.  I take it they could see the pearls of sweat under my nose.  A few people have filed out.  Either the truth has them running to the bathroom, or they’re about to crawl back up under the carpet.  Whichever, I’m not joining them or chasing them.  I’ve found a rhythm and a friendly face to rest my nerves.  I’m Act 1, and a youthful fury is coming behind me.  So, I’m not dragging my feet or anything, but for now… The stage is mine.

The Prison Mate

The PM is either a mirror or a cloud overhead.

Don’t pick just yet,

In this hole,

Neither is welcomed.

The mirror is arrogant,

It likes to smile back at you,

To say… I know you lady.

It’s full of glare,

And low on grace,

I would break it,

But they’ll just issue me another.

And the cloud…

It holds too much.

It’s eyes are big,

And it sees too much.

I would out run it,

But they got bars in rows I can’t count.

So I lay under it,

Hoping but not praying,

Hoping that it doesn’t get lazy,

And spill everything right on my head.

This one is definitely a cloud…

And she does everything loud.

She even thinks loud,

And if you listen real close,

You can hear how bad she wants out this place.

She’s maybe six,

If not seven.

Yeah…

Now and then,

They come and go.

They come sometimes with a solid frown,

Then other times with a faded grin,

I don’t ever acknowledge any of it,

But it’s all in my accounting,

And today I’m counting.

See, something tells me,

This cloud is on the move,

And something else tells me,

There’s a pun somewhere in this scheme of things.

But don’t look for it,

You’ll never find it that way.

You’ve got to close your eyes,

And go to sleep more than a few times.

I hear the keys,

They’re jingling as they come.

I hear the heavy steps,

They’re panting as they move.

I’m laying,

I’m reading,

And I appear to be unbothered,

But my eyes are ready to jump,

To add to the record,

To calculate her next step.

The iron sharpens iron,

And she’s off.

It’s no faded grin,

And it’s no solid frown,

But without taking my back off the bed,

And with my eyes way out in front of me,

I’m almost certain,

I spotted a prayer.

Vance- The men are different.  They respond differently.  I keep my eyes pretty low.  I don't want to lose my place, but I can see some nodding.  I sort of just kept writing and I didn't start a fresh page for each piece.  I hear barking; some whistling.  The ladies they mostly clap or hi-five.  I just read Veronica's "PM" last night.  It's good.  So good, I wish I could just hold on to mine, but my wife is in the stands and I would hate for the barks to turn to growls.  I mean everyone has the program by now, and The VCR Diaries was too big to overlook.  Well, I never been to prison so cut a brother some slack.

PM

Poor Mouse.

In reality... the cat eats the mouse.

In mentality,

The mouse runs the house.

Everybody has a stinking dead part of them,

Died in the wall stinking dead.

The part of me that broke through the wall,

Is beautifully alive however,

And however I look at it,

this life isn't meant for mice but men.

In the language of the hidden elite,

Poor mouse is not a wake,

it's a code,

a celebration.

We all had to leave something behind.

Some buried people,

Some buried themselves,

We,

We buried the mice.

Still the mouse runs the house.

The mouse and his two front teeth,

That's the emblem,

That's the war dance,

That's the bond...

And no one needs to tell the story.

Either you get it,

Or you don't.

Either you smell it,

Or you won't.

Poor Mouse.

All Poems written by NaTisha Renee Williams

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