Day 4
Like an Idiot I pushed for Anarchy. The vote was 4 to 1.
But i was adamant that that would be the name of our band.
No matter if the Cosmos was against me I argued for it
to the death. I worked myself into Hysteria, yelling and
screaming. I stomped my feet, insisting on the name.
But no Empathy from my bandmates, at all. I was incredulous.
I tried reason, explaining how the Rhythm of the word,
caused it to roll of the tongue. It was Dynamic, full of action
yet a statement of purpose, a political act. A Meteor shower of fists
fell upon my head. They would beat it our of me. I fought with them,
but I was outnumbered. Slowly they beat me to a bloody pulp.
And slowly my willingness to fight for it melted away.
As my face slowly became a Kaleidoscope of bruises, finally
I surrendered. It was a stupid name anyway.
another list:
Anarchy, Cosmos, Dynamic, Empathy, Genesis, Hysteria, Idiot, Kaleidoscope, Meteor, Rhythm
I laughed. Out loud. Trust that was an appropriate aesthetic response. ;-p