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contradictory perplexities settled on the fringe of thoughts
my gums had been bleeding on and off for two days now
i think i’m dying , but i think that a lot now
especially since the waves of panic masks itself in the wind
i frame my beliefs around moments of fear
because it’s those moments i understand my existence better
better than most assume
so i drew a cross on my window
with soap hoping the sun would see it
send me to providence
i promised to pray more
after a while , the soap flaked off and i was left …

In the Fall of 2008, I predicted that Twitter would be the next big thing for companies as a means of directly communicating with consumers:

involuntary movements crumble
and crackle. and pop!
let me redefine myself in my own words,

1.
i live in a house and never unpacked
dust has settled between cluttered mess
i found a box of molded books
my house flooded once, i guess

it was snowing down AdalbertstraBe -
patches of white puff lay lightly on the root’s soil
as an apple rots from the disposable mouth of man.

may 26 2009
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1.
i enter the fresh golden hour -
warmth seeping through doorways
wind breezes beside our words pushed out effortlessly.
foreign voices surroundings simply muddle my ears
not meant to be understood -
just you and me, your hums and eyes in morning,
our mind waking together as fountain water beats the surface of an olive pond.
we sit, elbows on dents of dandelion polished wood:
this is nothing and beginning.
silence has grown calm between us
it seeps slowly to jarred windows idled
the hour with its early blooms – you.
2.
your eyes beckon, blue and restless.
while rosy pinks gather …

feeling polluted, convoluted,
alienation to one’s place, one’s home,
a homeland lost, outside of the fence,

pitched shelters of culture jamming
music carries in the breeze
bare feet walk nude with ease on

pills pill, too many pills
all i see, purple hills, no gun.
feel sick, call nine-one-one
make this all come un-done, im numb.
prescribe me lithium
pump my stomach, succumb my fear
this is all too un-clear.
shit, EMS is here. no pain,
no second to explain
rehab for the insane, i guess?
caught in a fucking mess
i drag, i must confess to you
my lips were black and blue
no speedball, cocktail brew sipp-ing
i wish helped time pass-ing
but count-ing and losing my grip
this is all one bad trip.
i trip, i fall, red lip, no gun.
someone call nine-one-one.

Below you’ll find a recent composition by longtime Johnson Family member Christine Tran. Christine, apart from being a talented spoken word lyricist, is also a key player on the Rutgers Women’s Tennis squad, who just finished fourth in last week’s Big East Tournament. Tran’s blow out match against UConn was clutch in bringing home the number 5 ranked Scarlet Knights with honors. Congratulations to all the girls of Rutgers Women’s Tennis for so well representing the Dirty Jerz in a sport OTHER than football.