BB
5/21/09
cacklepark
textbook case
mine very own mind things
up the rafters, sweeping for (dust) bunnies
have been moted, faced
de-moted: brush the D off your shoulders
knock the dust off your gambol and swagger
and the clods shall be kicked
shit-kicking boots that kick shit
out of ____ out of airs
and rally and rally and rally (now darling)
we'll have tea
time to sup
AW
5/21/09
Bring you now heavy
to the game (here we are) it is here
step here now and please now: this height is for jumping
and for plunge
LB
6/3/09
Extra tenderized by the making of tender
12 long hours garnering, waging, bringing in the D
and loving my fellow man
Make money and repeat, and repeat
Son, we'll turn that gold into hay
and roll in it
All I want is love
legally, tenderly, Jesus is calling
I make money
I'm like the mint
Go on, check my pockets
they're all full with lint
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Friday, July 10, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Dear Friends,
I love you so hard
I am popping a wheelie in my heart for you
I love you so hard
it's like a fist through a skull
inappropriate and unnecessarily demonstrative
I love you like this man loves his dog
like a forty loves a stoop
like I love a stoop except more
My love is a zombie--always rarin' to go
it wants to eat your face
I want to eat your face
and the brain behind it
I want to eat your brain and
chew on your spinal chord
like it's breaded calamari
If I could, I would pick you up
and chuck you into some clouds
I would break your glasses
even if you don't wear glasses
I would give you my glasses to wear
and then break them
just to watch you cry
because the tears would be your soul
coming out of your face
for me to look at
If you ever have children
I will swallow them whole
like that greek god and
you'll have to give me a rock dressed
in baby clothes to get me to
puke them back up again
I love you so hard
I am popping a wheelie in my heart for you
I love you so hard
it's like a fist through a skull
inappropriate and unnecessarily demonstrative
I love you like this man loves his dog
like a forty loves a stoop
like I love a stoop except more
My love is a zombie--always rarin' to go
it wants to eat your face
I want to eat your face
and the brain behind it
I want to eat your brain and
chew on your spinal chord
like it's breaded calamari
If I could, I would pick you up
and chuck you into some clouds
I would break your glasses
even if you don't wear glasses
I would give you my glasses to wear
and then break them
just to watch you cry
because the tears would be your soul
coming out of your face
for me to look at
If you ever have children
I will swallow them whole
like that greek god and
you'll have to give me a rock dressed
in baby clothes to get me to
puke them back up again
I love you so hard
Thursday, May 21, 2009
So far,
-I am textbook
but
-Poem for BB
-Poem for AW
-Spicer (Thanks, Brent)
-Max
-Kid paintings at Anna's Market on Hayes St. between Octavia and Gough
My favorite: a red donkey on a kelly green background with the caption,
"I'm in a Green world! I hope that doesn't mean vegetables."
-Morgan
-Pink roses: baby powder Yellow roses: delicious something Red roses: wine White roses: too delicate to say
-Kid poems
-Wu Tang (Thanks, Jen and Michael)
-Trying to think about everyone
-Mama email, "...I am 'blessed' with an unlimited supply of MOSS! Love, Mom"
-Staying on the level, uneasy with the up and up trend but easing up and gearing up to engage
-Much too pretty and don't know where to put it
but
-Poem for BB
-Poem for AW
-Spicer (Thanks, Brent)
-Max
-Kid paintings at Anna's Market on Hayes St. between Octavia and Gough
My favorite: a red donkey on a kelly green background with the caption,
"I'm in a Green world! I hope that doesn't mean vegetables."
-Morgan
-Pink roses: baby powder Yellow roses: delicious something Red roses: wine White roses: too delicate to say
-Kid poems
-Wu Tang (Thanks, Jen and Michael)
-Trying to think about everyone
-Mama email, "...I am 'blessed' with an unlimited supply of MOSS! Love, Mom"
-Staying on the level, uneasy with the up and up trend but easing up and gearing up to engage
-Much too pretty and don't know where to put it
Labels:
attachments,
engagements,
Friends,
oh life
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sprang Break 2009. Woot Woot!
-Kept yelling "Spring Break!" and then looking around for something to do and then yelling "Spring Break, yeah! Wooo!" again.
-Missed Stephanie Young's reading at Studio 1
-Made it in time for Kasey Mohammad's (awesome, stunner, stellar)
-Enjoyed after party at Sarah Studio 1 curator's house
-Got a little bit belligerant
-Watched poet jaws drop when Persephone whipped out the gavel that she carries around in her purse and started calling people homo's
-Talked a lot of smack
-Peed behind some white vans in the TL (I couldn't make it and I thought it would be funny)
-Cacklepark in which P and I sat in the park in Hayes Valley drinking coffee and naming passersby (ha, ha, there go Dean and Angela. Hey there's Ashley, he just got back from Ren fair)
-Drank $2 Pabst in the sunny afternoon with P at a punk rock bar whilst reading poetry
-Soul Dance Night in which my womenfolk and I danced and were hit upon by a man who led us to believe he was gay but was in fact quite straight
-Watched Persephone get her game on
-Went to bullshit bar and quickly hailed a cab back to punk rock bar where I grouched and griped, calling any of the guys P thought were "dishy" lame or likening them to Bill Pullman until the bar closed.
-Peed in Alamo Square Park (I could've made it but I thought it would be funny)
-Woke up super grumpy
-Got my head right
-Edited Overboard and wrote new section
-Hung out at Dolores Park with every other young person in the city and Morgan's nice friends
-Ate delicious Vietnamese food
-Tried to mediate
-Home time
-Therapy (first time in about 4 years)
-Thought about that
-Home time
-Started reading Stephanie Young's piece from her reading at Studio 1 (thanks, DZ)
-Cut up Titty Poems and arranged them on the floor in pairs
-Swept the floor
-Thought positively
-Talked to Mom
-Saw William Kentridge exhibit at MOMA
-Felt pride in my interactions
-Felt love for fellows and fellas
-Wanted to help
-Lady time w/ Alli, Morgan and Persephone
-Dressed up in princess outfits: tulle, pink vinyl, tiaras and got crunk to rockabilly
-Dropped P's phone in full bathtub
-Had my contacts accidentally drunk by P
-Wandered around half-blind with my seeing-eye-friend
-Bought mint-infused lemonade from children who were also on their spring breaks
-Cacklepark Part II sans vision (did see a border-line homeless person with a gold-plated bicycle)
-Played country tunes
-Lady time
-Tried to help by text
-Wrote "Casual Encounters" ads for Craig's List with P&M at coffee shop
-Watched "Adam's Rib" with roommate a screwball comedy starring Hepburn and Tracy
-Decided to start saying the phrases, "Search me", "Naturally" and "It's a cynch".
-Watched tv on the internet with Miette
-Made summer plans with Maxwell
-Anxiety attack
-Watched tv on the internet with Miette
-Was offered a reading at Artifact (!)
-Accepted offer of reading at Artifact w/ effusive enthusiasm
-Ate Quiche at Ferry Building and chatted with Brandon
-Went to bar w/ outdoor seating and attempted to drink a bloody mary with P but commenced anxiety and nausea and went home
-Cooked turkey cutlets with P and watched internet tv and "Blowup"
-Felt angry at main character of "Blowup"
-Hit the road to Jenner with a fine crew of lovelies (Jonathan, Jenny, Persephone, Morgan, John, Cat and Brandon)
REAL WORLD JENNER
-Viewed a majestic view
-Drank and ate to excess
-Sunned self
-Boogied
-Talked mad shit
-Hot-tubbed
-Tried to play guitar and could not
-Talked shit
-Tried to harmonize on Brandon's "In a Hot Tub" song
-Should've drank more water
-Slept
-Boldted (similar to Ralfing)
-Grimmaced for about 3 hours and was dubbed "The Easter Monster"
-Missed a delicious breakfast
-Boldted
-Bucked up
-Flaunted my impeccable Kiwi accent but saved the Scottish for another time (dork)
-Listened to John's Greek Accent and Brandon saying, "You're mad!" in a kiwi one many times over. Neither got old. Accents are funny; I don't care what anyone says.
-Ate Easter candy
-Talked shit
-Told Persephone to "be cool".
-Listened to stories about: guns, childhood animal torture, chores, European adventures, run-ins with Australians, The Power Exchange, mutual friends, poets and more while waiting for laundry to dry
-Came home
-Showered
-Bedtime
Spring Break 2009
-Missed Stephanie Young's reading at Studio 1
-Made it in time for Kasey Mohammad's (awesome, stunner, stellar)
-Enjoyed after party at Sarah Studio 1 curator's house
-Got a little bit belligerant
-Watched poet jaws drop when Persephone whipped out the gavel that she carries around in her purse and started calling people homo's
-Talked a lot of smack
-Peed behind some white vans in the TL (I couldn't make it and I thought it would be funny)
-Cacklepark in which P and I sat in the park in Hayes Valley drinking coffee and naming passersby (ha, ha, there go Dean and Angela. Hey there's Ashley, he just got back from Ren fair)
-Drank $2 Pabst in the sunny afternoon with P at a punk rock bar whilst reading poetry
-Soul Dance Night in which my womenfolk and I danced and were hit upon by a man who led us to believe he was gay but was in fact quite straight
-Watched Persephone get her game on
-Went to bullshit bar and quickly hailed a cab back to punk rock bar where I grouched and griped, calling any of the guys P thought were "dishy" lame or likening them to Bill Pullman until the bar closed.
-Peed in Alamo Square Park (I could've made it but I thought it would be funny)
-Woke up super grumpy
-Got my head right
-Edited Overboard and wrote new section
-Hung out at Dolores Park with every other young person in the city and Morgan's nice friends
-Ate delicious Vietnamese food
-Tried to mediate
-Home time
-Therapy (first time in about 4 years)
-Thought about that
-Home time
-Started reading Stephanie Young's piece from her reading at Studio 1 (thanks, DZ)
-Cut up Titty Poems and arranged them on the floor in pairs
-Swept the floor
-Thought positively
-Talked to Mom
-Saw William Kentridge exhibit at MOMA
-Felt pride in my interactions
-Felt love for fellows and fellas
-Wanted to help
-Lady time w/ Alli, Morgan and Persephone
-Dressed up in princess outfits: tulle, pink vinyl, tiaras and got crunk to rockabilly
-Dropped P's phone in full bathtub
-Had my contacts accidentally drunk by P
-Wandered around half-blind with my seeing-eye-friend
-Bought mint-infused lemonade from children who were also on their spring breaks
-Cacklepark Part II sans vision (did see a border-line homeless person with a gold-plated bicycle)
-Played country tunes
-Lady time
-Tried to help by text
-Wrote "Casual Encounters" ads for Craig's List with P&M at coffee shop
-Watched "Adam's Rib" with roommate a screwball comedy starring Hepburn and Tracy
-Decided to start saying the phrases, "Search me", "Naturally" and "It's a cynch".
-Watched tv on the internet with Miette
-Made summer plans with Maxwell
-Anxiety attack
-Watched tv on the internet with Miette
-Was offered a reading at Artifact (!)
-Accepted offer of reading at Artifact w/ effusive enthusiasm
-Ate Quiche at Ferry Building and chatted with Brandon
-Went to bar w/ outdoor seating and attempted to drink a bloody mary with P but commenced anxiety and nausea and went home
-Cooked turkey cutlets with P and watched internet tv and "Blowup"
-Felt angry at main character of "Blowup"
-Hit the road to Jenner with a fine crew of lovelies (Jonathan, Jenny, Persephone, Morgan, John, Cat and Brandon)
REAL WORLD JENNER
-Viewed a majestic view
-Drank and ate to excess
-Sunned self
-Boogied
-Talked mad shit
-Hot-tubbed
-Tried to play guitar and could not
-Talked shit
-Tried to harmonize on Brandon's "In a Hot Tub" song
-Should've drank more water
-Slept
-Boldted (similar to Ralfing)
-Grimmaced for about 3 hours and was dubbed "The Easter Monster"
-Missed a delicious breakfast
-Boldted
-Bucked up
-Flaunted my impeccable Kiwi accent but saved the Scottish for another time (dork)
-Listened to John's Greek Accent and Brandon saying, "You're mad!" in a kiwi one many times over. Neither got old. Accents are funny; I don't care what anyone says.
-Ate Easter candy
-Talked shit
-Told Persephone to "be cool".
-Listened to stories about: guns, childhood animal torture, chores, European adventures, run-ins with Australians, The Power Exchange, mutual friends, poets and more while waiting for laundry to dry
-Came home
-Showered
-Bedtime
Spring Break 2009
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