Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I FELL IN LOVE WITH SAN PEDRO
they go for your lungs
you'll keep them honest
she don’t leak at the seams
keening the way babies scream
yes I do and I won't
unworthy like a limp hand
a gown soiled by the rain
I hope it's your last
grown up shoes in black
forgettable scratched singles
systems in decline
bay area anonymous
last chance to make plans
she could make a flower from the rain
company man out in the cold
yours is a mess look at mine
I miss the bells
tomorrow we should
you'll keep them honest
she don’t leak at the seams
keening the way babies scream
yes I do and I won't
unworthy like a limp hand
a gown soiled by the rain
I hope it's your last
grown up shoes in black
forgettable scratched singles
systems in decline
bay area anonymous
last chance to make plans
she could make a flower from the rain
company man out in the cold
yours is a mess look at mine
I miss the bells
tomorrow we should
Labels: poems
Monday, October 29, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
GRACE
you get to be fussy
I'm your worst customer
haircut or full service
happy trails
happy ending
happy happening
that mirage sure looks real
to me enough
the village invites
interiors left out in the rain
it's a thing
not much of a sentimental side
I'm your worst customer
haircut or full service
happy trails
happy ending
happy happening
that mirage sure looks real
to me enough
the village invites
interiors left out in the rain
it's a thing
not much of a sentimental side
Labels: poems
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Slipshod Sonnet #7
teetotalers are crushing bores
freedom means a field of soy
beans sans deputies a hotbed
of mental health not at what
age is the child no longer
one of us two issues here:
rambunctious and the question
of anonymity are we up for a
discussion anyone can add color
if you like closed means closed
period daughters are like that
with their friends every Saturday
I contracted the flu brother you've
let your face go on far too long
freedom means a field of soy
beans sans deputies a hotbed
of mental health not at what
age is the child no longer
one of us two issues here:
rambunctious and the question
of anonymity are we up for a
discussion anyone can add color
if you like closed means closed
period daughters are like that
with their friends every Saturday
I contracted the flu brother you've
let your face go on far too long
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
YOU WILL HAVE GIFTS, AND THEY WILL BREAK YOU WITH THEIR BURDEN
is bright with new paint this summer
brothers are fighting with the mules
or they worry about the rabbits
says he can fix watches
when the bell rings
one or two will stand around in a doorway
and wait for something to happen
will make a lot of mistakes
who has brought us here together
the sterility of contemplation
superior to action
the mixed life
that is how esoteric the question is
are they anything else?
experimental knowledge of God
de jure if not de facto
will to see enkindled
the soul appears to be doing nothing
in another sense we have already arrived
leave all things and follow me
making a noise like a bank
I am beginning to understand
hate makes everything better
brothers are fighting with the mules
or they worry about the rabbits
says he can fix watches
when the bell rings
one or two will stand around in a doorway
and wait for something to happen
will make a lot of mistakes
who has brought us here together
the sterility of contemplation
superior to action
the mixed life
that is how esoteric the question is
are they anything else?
experimental knowledge of God
de jure if not de facto
will to see enkindled
the soul appears to be doing nothing
in another sense we have already arrived
leave all things and follow me
making a noise like a bank
I am beginning to understand
hate makes everything better
Labels: poems
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
iTuneage - recent baker's dozen
1. "Somebody's Crying" - Chris Isaak
2. "Simple Twist of Fate" - Bryan Ferry
3. "Fire On High" - Electric Light Orchestra
4. "Do Anything You Wanna Do" - Eddie & The Hot Rods
5. "20th Century Boy" - T. Rex
6. "Love Is Surrender" - The Carpenters
7. "The Seventh Seal" - Scott Walker
8. "Death Is the Road to Awe" - Clint Mansell (soundtrack to The Fountain)
9. "Mama Told Me Not to Come" - Three Dog Night
10. "Space Trucking" - Deep Purple
11. "Hair of the Dog" - Nazareth
12. "Elephantasy" - Don Cherry
13. "To Sir, With Love" - Lulu
2. "Simple Twist of Fate" - Bryan Ferry
3. "Fire On High" - Electric Light Orchestra
4. "Do Anything You Wanna Do" - Eddie & The Hot Rods
5. "20th Century Boy" - T. Rex
6. "Love Is Surrender" - The Carpenters
7. "The Seventh Seal" - Scott Walker
8. "Death Is the Road to Awe" - Clint Mansell (soundtrack to The Fountain)
9. "Mama Told Me Not to Come" - Three Dog Night
10. "Space Trucking" - Deep Purple
11. "Hair of the Dog" - Nazareth
12. "Elephantasy" - Don Cherry
13. "To Sir, With Love" - Lulu
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
POEM BEGINNING WITH A LINE FROM ED McMAHON
HIYO!!!
No excuses for how long it takes—
we’ve heard it all before, and that’s the end of it.
Unforgiven is just plain stingy:
Your friend has recommended you—
It’s scary accurate to see what celebrity you are—
nothing more.
Soaking it all in, and I don’t mean maybe:
the museum is clear most nights but mad on Mondays,
locks broken long ago by a knight with trashy manners.
I don’t care what kind of armor you wear:
people judge around here, so don’t forget it.
Shrunken head wreckage and bastard shenanigans
give me pause—this is the world we have chosen
(right, just business, right).
Some people call it a stone, not a pit.
Well, it ain’t you, babe,
I don’t care how much you wish.
No excuses for how long it takes—
we’ve heard it all before, and that’s the end of it.
Unforgiven is just plain stingy:
Your friend has recommended you—
It’s scary accurate to see what celebrity you are—
nothing more.
Soaking it all in, and I don’t mean maybe:
the museum is clear most nights but mad on Mondays,
locks broken long ago by a knight with trashy manners.
I don’t care what kind of armor you wear:
people judge around here, so don’t forget it.
Shrunken head wreckage and bastard shenanigans
give me pause—this is the world we have chosen
(right, just business, right).
Some people call it a stone, not a pit.
Well, it ain’t you, babe,
I don’t care how much you wish.
Labels: poems
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
Dylan & Costello
October 6th, 2007
Times Union Center
Albany, NY
Personal highlights: "Oliver's Army" and "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright."
Dylan's lead guitarist, Denny Freeman, was on fire all night long.