Chris Whitley

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My stories

The Dance

(Performance Poem) The dance The dance into new space Foot prints on virgin sands Wind blown minds Shipping out Yeah I’m shipping out

Vision on TV

(Performance poem) You touch that dial it makes you glassy eyed Cool waves of energy

Ain’t it all a joke

(Performance Poem) Inside departments In smaller compartments Without expectations Limited imaginations Ain’t it all a joke Ain’t it all a joke

Let me Breathe

(performance poem) Give me some kind of space let me breathe Odd numbers count too as well you know Give me some kind of space where the sky belongs to me

BETWEEN THE SCREAMS OF YIN AND YANG

But if the wind blows.... Our wind, the wind of our making The wind of all winds That will crack our teeth, and still our tongue, and eat our breath.

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