tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29170679067354647732024-03-08T07:04:00.945-08:00The February Project 2008Boog City Eventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736859750137242913noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2917067906735464773.post-8921019883373625792008-03-06T17:24:00.001-08:002008-03-09T10:07:44.763-07:00with Christina StrongI wrote the first poem each day, Christina the second<br /><br />02.01.08—10:52 a.m.<br /><br />one thing about smoking on the terrace<br />don’t let the squirrels scare you<br />seems that they’ve made a nest <br />in the lower left-hand corner<br /><br />he’s having trouble<br />unlocking the door<br />he said his building entry key’d been sticking<br />so i gave him one of my spare sets<br />after i tested it up here<br /><br />but now it’s been a while<br />and it’s one in the morning<br />though that isn’t late for me<br />and i’m working on a classic album show<br /><br />so i go to the door<br />unlock it for him<br />hoping to avoid one of those lunges from him<br />as he tries to put keys into <br />the pulling back door<br /><br />and she says thank you<br />says he’s parking the car on the east side<br />at the avis rent-a-car<br />and will cab back shortly<br />says she can never figure out which key which way<br />her breath smells nice and drunk<br />making her the prettiest drunk girl<br />to enter my apartment that way<br /><br />can i show her, <br />which key goes in the top lock<br />and it takes a second<br />as we stand there in the hall<br /><br />she’s a bit more talkative than usual<br />and we just stand there and keep on<br />talking<br />before she says she has to pee<br /><br />and i walk back to my futon<br />and she comes inside to find me<br />i invite her to sit down <br />on my mets-cushioned grade school classroom chair<br /><br />and she says come inside<br />pointing to his bedroom<br />you know, the room is empty,<br />there’s hardly any furniture<br /><br />and then she motions me<br />to where to sit on the open queen-size futon<br />she is on my left<br />i’m much better when they’re on my right<br /><br />it’s this combination<br />of her real life beauty<br />and her being a bit exotic,<br />and her Indian accent,<br />and her legs through that long slit in her mid-calf black skirt<br />and the way that when you’re talking she looks into you and hears<br /><br />she feels her cell phone ringing<br />he doesn’t have his key, i do,<br />i have to let him in downstairs<br /><br />and as she walks to the apartment door she says<br />that we three should hang out tonight,<br />it’s early she says<br /><br />but he’s moving in a few days<br />and she said she’s not sure what will happen,<br />that the distance between ithaca and maryland<br />is not like ithaca to new york.<br /><br />so i’m back on my futon<br />and they’re back in the apartment<br />and i talk into the hallway<br />as they walk into the room<br />and she asks if she can go and smoke on the terrace.<br /><br />sure, but<br />one thing about smoking on the terrace<br />don’t let the squirrels scare you<br />seems that they’ve made a nest <br />in the lower left-hand corner<br /><br />02.01.08<br />Sat, 02 Feb 2008 01:25:44 -0500 [01:25:44 AM EST]<br /><br />not to indulge in my own public making of my own suicide<br />bc as you know, my persona is to tell all to suck it<br />bc I'm rich and or I think you all suck and I'm<br />the prettiest girl on the planet, how tv flattens my intel<br />how violence against women is a spook, it's how to caress<br />rodents, how to embrace the worst...<br /><br />Lost, modern scowl, faux queer: suffering, who introduced<br />Smoking, wait your, vehement dirty parked car, banging<br />on gongs: do you want to get...? New chivalry marches now<br /><br />From the bling of bling there's no where to hide<br />The lower left hand corner is wearing an awp badge...<br /><br />Gawd, it's curfew!<br /><br /><br />02.02.08—12:18 p.m.<br /><br />dad picks me up from the lirr station<br />he’s always waiting for me when i arrive<br />it’s a nice feeling, dad being there , not having to wait<br /><br />he said mommy had no eggs to make the meatloaf<br />and we checked in with her<br />as we headed toward waldbaum’s <br />to see if she wanted anything else from there<br />“some strawberries, apples, tomatoes, milk, puffed cereal, and the eggs”<br />i didn’t feel like writing it down as we drove,<br />so i told dad you get the strawberries, apples, and tomatoes, <br />and i’ll get the milk, puffed cereal, and the eggs”<br /><br />in the corner by the kitchen table<br />were a whole bunch of clothes my folks had bought for me<br />through mail order<br />i told my mom i didn’t need anything<br />but last time i was here she had me go through the mailing with her<br />i told her all i want are five different solid-color polo shirts, size 5X<br />and i’d be good,<br />maybe some more socks, too.<br /><br />after dinner i go to try on the first polo shirt.<br />“This is long sleeves and it’s 4X.”<br />“Yeah, they didn’t have any larger sizes,” she said.<br />and i had a little baby bump in it.<br />so i went to try on another shirt.<br />different style, same size.<br />and it didn’t fit either.<br />eight shirts, three different styles, <br />and none of them fit<br />(and neither did a pair of pajamas)<br /><br />“I told you I needed 5X.”<br />“They didn’t have 5X.”<br />“Then you shouldn’t have bought them.”<br />after a few minutes of this oh-so-merry-go-round<br />she says they did have 5X,<br />but that she couldn’t bring herself to buy them for me,<br />that since i was watching my diet after a diabetes scare<br />she figured another 10 pounds and i’d be a 4X.<br /><br />i didn’t want you to get anything,<br />you insisted,<br />i told you what i wanted,<br />and you didn’t listen,<br />i was expecting these shirts,<br />and now i don’t have enough shirts at home,<br />they’re old, and worn, and falling apart,<br />some have stains on them,<br />this really sucks.<br /><br /><br />02.02.08<br />Sun, 03 Feb 2008 10:21:14 -0500 [10:21:14 AM EST]<br /><br />Maggie picks me up in the cat suit<br />She’s always docile when I arrive<br />It’s always a warm feeling, dad not making an ass of himself<br /><br />He said mommy took too much medication<br />And we tried to check in with her?<br />But it seems that Medicare likes to shuffle their patience<br /><br />Fresh strawberries, milking fucking cows, what breakfast cereal do I like<br />the best <br /><br />Do apples fuck? I believe they once did<br />I did hear that sex was better propagating in a field?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I told that bitch who squeezed me out of her legs, I said: Yeah, take on<br />the master race. They are the fucking winners?<br />I’m not licking postal stamps again, it’s beneath me, and it is.<br /><br /><br />I pick incandescent card stock<br /><br />I try on how much sympathy I would get for a<br />mastectomy <br />The pros ethic is nil<br />It’s a fact fucking breast<br />It can read thoughts<br />And minds <br /><br />It says: I love killing bc I can<br /><br /><br /><br />It says: I miss the village<br />nostalgia <br />Drugs? <br /><br />It says: get over it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />At last, to agree on something<br /><br />But agreeing on ?<br /><br /><br />02.03.08—11:00 a.m.<br /><br />(sing)<br /><br />something in the way she picks out lifetime movies<br />attracts me like no other mother<br />something in the way she can’t hear the moo-oo-oovies<br /><br />i don't want to tell her what happened now<br />you know i believe she can hear now<br /><br />something in the smell she knows<br />that she cooks like no other mother<br />something in her style that shows me<br /><br />i wanna eat meatloaf now<br />with mashed potatoes, wow!<br /><br />you’re asking me will my love grow<br />yes i know, yes i know,<br />even if 6X i do grow<br />yes i know, yes i know<br /><br /><br />02.03.08<br />Mon, 04 Feb 2008 12:25:55 -0500 [12:25:55 PM EST]<br /><br />(sing) <br /> <br />Astonishing! Riveting! Two thumbs up!<br />Your skilled performance is<br />something slightly short of retarded<br /><br />A bright light shows her vapid lifestyle<br />The only chick to wear white after<br /><br />Labor day. She is me after too much<br />hairspray, too much meat by-products<br /><br /><br />Too much scrabble, bullets, and cheap<br />numbers <br /><br />my love is squandered, fake names pop up<br />No, I don’t know <br />And neither do you<br />why people commit faux pas such as they are<br /><br /><br />02.04.08—8:03 p.m.<br /><br />i was gonna tell him<br />the first time we shook hands <br />“Don’t fuck with her,”<br />follow it with a little laugh<br />but instead I said<br />“Nice to meet you.”<br />later we all ate some chicken wings<br />whose feathers my mom had singed clean.<br /><br /><br />Mon, 04 Feb 2008 22:53:31 -0500 [02/04/2008 10:53:31 PM EST]<br /><br />I wuz gonna refer to boris yeltsin on this issue<br />But den realized adam sandler, as a man, must<br />Know more about de signs o life<br />Life, how oder people lie<br />All de current candidates lie, like like motherfuckers<br />Work in a small office situated off the bronx expressway<br />I lie you, I really do lie you<br /><br />Prefer the breast, has the most poison and toxins, thanks!<br /><br />Xoxo<br /><br /><br />02.05.08<br />(written 02.06.08—1:12 a.m.)<br /><br />my mom pronounces diabetes <br />like wilford brimley on those commercials of his.<br />“You know, u better watch yourself with your die-a-beet-is.”<br />dinner ate the half the baked ziti tray<br />and half of a greek salad,<br />but one a.m. ate the rest of the ziti<br />and a can of pineapple in its own juice chaser<br />and my glucometer 50 points higher in the morning life.<br /><br /><br />Feb. 5, 2008<br />(written Wed., Feb. 6, 2008 10:38 PM)<br /><br />Yesterday, it seemed so far away<br />I was the last to know it was super Tuesday<br />Obama's hope showed me the way<br />Hillary's leadership made me sway<br />I almost bought baked ziti today<br />I don't know wilford brim lay<br />The GOP makes me pray<br />That a non-fatal heart attack will take them all—<br />And David A K<br />Keeps writing, hurray!!<br /><br /><br />02.06.08--11:37 p.m.<br /><br />Home,<br />i've ordered ziti,<br />but plain, not baked,<br />it comes with my tray of eggplant parmigiana<br />i'm wanting to eat all of it<br />when the delivery arrives<br />but i ordered a salad, too<br />i'll eat half of everything,<br />swear not the rest just afore bed.<br /><br />(the guy taking my order<br />knows my old patterns<br />says "Is that all?<br />Do you want garlic bread<br />or garlic knots?"<br />"No thanks," i say.)<br /><br /><br />Feb. 06, 2008<br />(written 02.07.08—2:13 a.m.)<br /><br />You are the wife of that drooling behavior<br />The plate of disobedience<br />Sick people sick like dogs<br />And yes, bitch, but not afore bed<br />The last thing heard about bitches breeding<br />Was some young thing on the bus<br />Sd everyone was a motherfucker<br /><br />Expect-ation is still making me wait<br /><br /><br />02.07.08<br />(written 02.08.08—1:34 a.m.)<br /><br />i once lived on west end avenue<br />in the same building as james taylor<br />a decade or so after he and carly simon divorced.<br />(it's the closest i've yet to get to her, still.)<br /><br /><br />02.07.08<br />(written 02.08.08—3:07 a.m.)<br /><br />I once fucked so and so, which led me<br />to fuck so and so, and so I am impressed<br />by the lesser of elements my closet<br />Is the lie of bottom feeders<br /><br /><br />02.08.08<br />(written 02.09.08—1:00 a.m.)<br /><br />if i feed yr bottom<br />then what would it eat<br />i’ve nourished myself<br />so how about wheat<br /><br /><br />02.08.08<br />Sun, 10 Feb 2008 00:35:52 -0500 [12:35:52 AM EST]<br /><br />If tv were a god<br />Would all guests be slaughtered<br />At the trough<br />Of disengagement?<br /><br /><br />02.09.08<br />(written 02.10.08--1:11 a.m.)<br /><br />how can anyone not like keanu reeves<br />he's like a god up there<br />always<br />even in a slight film like this one<br />the replacements,<br />which spins itself as about players getting second chances<br />but is really about a players' strike<br />and all of these swell replacement players<br />who are, well, scabs.<br /><br /><br />02.09.08<br />Sun, 10 Feb 2008 20:20:52 -0500 [02/10/2008 08:20:52 PM EST]<br /><br />How can anyone not like Curtis Mayfield<br />A god in a wheelchair<br />I don't remember any silent films about him<br />And yet<br />He had a groove that signified<br />A multinational standpoint<br />Those that can dance, should dance<br /><br /><br />02.10.08<br />(written 02.11.08--12:21 a.m.)<br /><br />(sing)<br /><br />may i go and<br />look at her that a way<br />i'm not supposed to<br />but i'll do it anyway<br /><br />she's so young<br />so, so impressionable<br />she's so right<br />so, so unforgettable<br /><br />song she sings<br />i look don't hear<br />far she is<br />yet so, so near<br /><br />don't i know<br />what should i say<br />i think that i<br />should turn away<br /><br />i think that i<br />should turn away<br /><br /><br />02.10.08<br />Mon, 11 Feb 2008 00:44:59 -0500 [12:44:59 AM EST]<br /><br />(paint)<br /><br />Is it true?<br />The distortion of the body<br />Means the artist loathes<br />The corporeal?<br /><br />That blue means<br />Surrendering to<br />So called bliss<br />And serenity<br /><br />A video cannot<br />Make a mark on skin<br />True or not true<br />Right answer need not apply<br /><br />Housed in a tunnel<br />A warehouse<br />A funeral home with<br />The rest of the<br /><br />Mild mannered corpses<br />With makeup and stuffing<br /><br /><br />02.11.08<br />(written 02.12.08--12:08 a.m.)<br /><br /><br />the skin on the back of my hands is chapped and red<br />and bleeding and scabbing and bleeding<br />because i wash my hands too much<br />(not ocd too much, but too much too much)<br />i put on hydrophor ointment from the doctor at bedtime,<br />and cover them with charcoal gray dress socks<br />(they're fancy like that)<br /><br /><br />02.11.08<br />(written 02.12.08--11:56 p.m.)<br /><br />The number crunchers vibrating<br />An office cubicle in India<br />Where one does not use<br />And has never heard of purell<br />Hunched, nearly beaten<br />And the nearest sex change<br />Establishment is 1000's of miles away<br /><br /><br />02.12.08<br />(written 02.13.08--1:23 a.m.)<br /><br />(sing)<br /><br />i think they're screening my calls at the office<br />where i've been freelancing for awhile<br />i think they're screening my calls at the office<br />always to voicemail while they smile<br /><br />it seems they like me in doses at the office<br />a few hours there and here<br />it seems they like me in doses at the office<br />but fulltime hours aren't near.<br /><br />i'll star 67 call the office<br />block my name see if they say hello<br />i'll star 67 call the office<br />about that fulltime job, can i know?<br /><br />i think they're screening my calls at the office<br />where i've been freelancing for awhile<br />i think they're screening my calls at the office<br />always to voicemail while they smile<br /><br /><br />02.12.08<br />(written 02.13.08--2:44 a.m.)<br /><br />(fucking pray you useless bastards)<br /><br />Your writ of privacy was evoked<br />1/20/2001<br /><br />So in the meantime, I'll post an embarrassing incident<br />On You tube<br /><br />I'll talk on length on the mobile as I'm walking down the street<br /><br />Fuck yeah, I'll take a fucking picture of my mate swapping piss<br />With some FID student bc as we know<br /><br />Bodily functions are the best revenge...<br /><br />Sometimes I think entire Manhattan should be ground zero<br /><br />But if someone wants to be, then someone is left to be<br /><br />I'm hoping for brain in head<br /><br />Dogs bark bc They are thirsty, an insastifactional need for...<br /><br />Blunt thirst trauma<br /><br /><br />02.13.08<br />(written 02.14.08-11:15 p.m.)<br /><br />No sleep call everyone who’s awake.<br />6:30 a.m. happy birthday my mom,<br />then a few minutes later my brother<br />to remind him to call our mother.<br />“Yeah, 2.13, double bad luck,” his wife talks.<br />“Yes,” I say, “that’s what he always says,<br />but will he remember it before the day’s up?”<br />Call my musical theater niece<br />and see if she’d like to see Cry-Baby on Broadway for her birthday,<br />see if she knows what Cry-Baby is,<br />as the film came out three years before she did.<br />Tell her it’s from the Hairspray guy,<br />she liked Hairspray.<br /><br /> <br />02.13.08<br />Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:08:26 -0500<br /><br />When my mother calls I cringe<br /><br /><br />For those ten people left on the planet<br />For those who celebrate birth and death<br />For those people not on the radar<br />Have carpel tunnel, still use hairspray<br />And walk under ladders, who has brothers<br />Serving in the navy, who still chew gum<br />And can still walk at the same time<br />It's not luck but fortitude, I have a whip<br />8 minutes long, it distracts us,<br />Clips of the future, the sidewalk<br />Is gum stained. Will you remember<br />What you said to your third therapist?<br />Branch will laugh but will not break<br /><br /><br />02.14.08<br />(written 02.16.08—1:21 a.m.)<br /><br />12 years back wrote:<br /><br />in 12 adult valentine’s days<br />i’ve had a lover 5 times.<br />a .417 average<br />if love were baseball,<br />i’d have been the first man to break .400<br />since ted williams hit .406 in 1941,<br />but love ain’t baseball<br />and the last time up i went down swinging.<br />*<br />i’ve gone 0 for 12 since,<br />dropping me down to a pedestrian .208<br />if love were baseball.<br />i’d have been glued to the bench,<br />if i could field something special, that is,<br />but more than likely be on my way back down to the minors,<br />looking to find my future.<br /><br /><br />02.14.08<br /><br /><br />Fri, 15 Feb 2008 06:58:44 -0500<br /><br />happy fucking valentines day<br /><br />I'm at home eating crackers<br />Mom is eating hemp bread<br />I don't know what the fuck<br />MY brother eats, nothing<br />I'm guessing, the rockettes<br />Are doing their ghastly<br />Boom boom number, tired of their<br />Routine I watch a movie<br />Iraq for sale<br />I deserve a pagrenty and popcorn<br />And those people who whine:<br />Dish detergent has a longer life span<br /><br /><br />02.15.08<br />(written 02.16.08—1:47 a.m.)<br /><br />(sing)<br /><br />at least you’re honest<br />you didn’t have to be<br />you coulda grayed<br />but you black and whited all over me<br /><br />but you were honest<br />though you were wrong<br />at least you were honest<br />like this song<br />like a bunch of the stuff I say<br />like almost all of it<br />really<br /><br />and now I’m poorer than before<br />could you just lie next time<br />my head unfucked a lil bit longer<br />is that such a crime<br /><br /><br />02.15.08<br />(written 02.19.08—12:10 a.m.)<br /><br />Unfucked<br /><br />Little girls in pinafores<br />Embroidered by little girls<br />In Burma, now myanmar<br />Who don't even know<br />Where their local post office is<br />Never mind where daddy went<br />Circa march 2003<br />Should not throw<br />Mommy's soccer balls at<br />The guy driving the Lincoln<br />Continental at 55 mph<br />In a school zone<br />For fear of killing<br />The fluffy white terrier<br /><br /><br />02.16.08<br />(written 02.19.08—12:13 a.m.)<br /><br />mommy’s not feeling well today<br />not gonna fly to las vegas, no way<br />dad can’t find the right inhaler for her asthma attack<br />i think she’s ok she just needs to relax<br /><br /><br />02.16.08<br />(written 02.19.08—7:26 a.m.)<br /><br />When I pawned my mother's wedding ring in reno<br />The guy said it was only thirty bucks<br />So I keep it on a chain around my neck<br />And keep gambling, I'm down to my socks,<br />Suspenders, and boxers.<br /><br /><br />02.17.08<br />(written 02.19.08—6:34 p.m.)<br /><br />sis said take the jeep to the city<br />after i jfk dropped my folks off to vegas<br />i was holding my cell phone on the belt parkway<br />had it turned on to speaker<br />sis said fold it over the seatbelt<br />as close to your neck as you can get it<br />and as i drove to the city<br />i did this for each phone call<br />marveling.<br /><br /><br />02.17.08<br />(written 02.20.08—7:46 a.m.)<br /><br />Sd to my butler, on that long awaited<br />Cruise to the country where little<br />People come from: ordinary people drive<br />And cook their own food! I marvel<br />At modern technology, how people<br />Press buttons for me, freedom<br />Is money, just wave at the<br />Natives for me<br /><br /><br />02.18.08<br />(written 02.20.08—1146 a.m.)<br /><br />three-hour sleep headache day<br />tape shows that won’t be repeated<br />in case i sleep through them<br />catch first minutes of wildfire<br />wake up 45 minutes later<br />to last minutes of wildfire<br />plan to watch it’s repeat tomorrow midnight<br />which is really wednesday midnight<br /><br /><br />02.18.08<br />(written 02.20.08—12:09 p.m.)<br /><br />Sun torque, draining the blood<br />Hatches and spreads, thump<br />Needle skidding off record,<br />Landing from speed, foreign<br />Characters, the multi<br />Latitude of phone lines,<br />This filthy disaster<br /><br /><br />02.19.08<br />(written 02.20.08—12:16 p.m.)<br /><br />i stopped pronouncing spaghetti p-sghetti a long time ago,<br />but i still pronounce filthy thilfy most of the time.<br /><br /><br />02.19.08<br />(written 02.20.08—12:43 p.m.)<br /><br />Directive, derivative, dungeon, dirify, diffuse,<br />Disaster, draining, devolve, dismay<br /><br /><br />02.20.08—11:05 p.m.<br /><br />the salmon tasted good<br />at dinner with riz and rusha<br />in the diner<br />my diner<br />though I didn’t have anything to do with that shooting of the patron who came from a nearby club and then was shot and killed upon leaving <br />my diner<br /><br /><br />02.20.08<br />(written 02.23.08—12:23 a.m.)<br /><br />Please kill me<br />With six day old<br />Salmon and cream cheese<br />Encrusted with black<br />Flecks of what<br />Used to be food<br />And the poor pheasant<br />How They do suffer-<br />Falling from the sky like that<br /><br /><br />02.21.08<br />(written 02.23.08—12:37 a.m.)<br /><br />i can’t kill you<br />though it’s getting old<br />but i would cream myself<br />all over my black jeans<br />and oh yeah what else?<br />so take the food i used to simulate<br />how poor you say you are<br />suffer, suffer, suffer<br />that’s like just how you are.<br /><br /><br />02.21.08<br />(written 02.23.08—9:50 a.m.)<br /><br />'I heard the terrible sound of someone being choked' Guardian, UK 2.23.08<br /><br />Or should we all be put down<br />Down on the sidewalk licking up<br />10 year old gum, the many<br />Footprints of soldiers en masse,<br />Those that grow wheat, drive taxis,<br />A half hour of electricity left<br />Some fear is healthy, some say,<br />Or warding ourselves against ourselves<br />A limbo, an anechoic seal<br /><br /><br />02.22.08<br />(written 02.23.08—11:22 a.m.)<br /><br />(sing)<br /><br />or should we be put down<br />down on the sidewalk<br />licking up<br />10 year old gum<br /><br />or should we be put down<br />down on the sidewalk<br />a soldier’s footprints<br />“where is my mum?”<br /><br />drive a taxi<br />grow some wheat<br />look for the army<br />you can defeat<br /><br />it’s a short fare<br />just ’cross town<br />when you find them<br />beat them down<br /><br />this is just what<br />some do say<br />that healthy fear<br />it is the way<br /><br />but i don’t know<br />just what i’ve done<br />steer away queers <br />from killing fun<br /><br />or should we be put down<br />down on the sidewalk<br />licking up<br />10 year old gum<br /><br />or should we be put down<br />down on the sidewalk<br />a soldier’s footprints<br />“where is my mum?”<br /><br /><br />02.22.08<br />(written 02.24.08—12:11 a.m.)<br /><br />10 journalists speak to each other<br />Of murder, but only one speaks<br />To the outside world<br /><br /><br />02.23.08<br />(written 02.24.08—12:15 a.m.)<br /><br />outside today<br />to meet youngest niece <br />at end of her first solo train ride<br />she text messages more than anyone I’ve ever seen<br />but she’s 14<br />and I don’t know many 14 year olds.<br /><br /><br /><br />02.23.08<br />(written 02.24.08—10:32 p.m.)<br /><br />ATAB CID DYOFDW <br /><br /><br />ESO <br />GOI <br />IBGYBG <br />IME <br />JK <br />KIA <br />LJBF <br /><br />Celebration, rush, pour, lights I am told<br /><br /><br />02.24.08<br />(written 02.25.08-2:55 a.m.)<br /><br />i am told<br />during our drive<br />through the city where you were born,<br />that you weren't born here<br />you were born in a city hospital,<br />but then i tell you<br />i wasn't born in<br />where i grew up<br />but if you ask me<br />that's where i was born,<br />you say you were born in the hospital<br />raised in your old town,<br />before i ask you what radio station you like.<br /><br /><br />02.24.08<br />(written 02.26.08-12:28 a.m.)<br /><br />White noise is asked<br />A question as if<br />The call letters<br />Could bounce ideals<br />Off water<br /><br /><br />02.25.08<br />(written 02.26.08-1:18 a.m.)<br /><br />as if listing it<br />one more time<br />will garner respondents<br />who can combat crime<br /><br />answer me once<br />that’s enough<br />I’ll clue you in<br />help with your stuff<br /><br /><br />02.25.08<br />(written 02.26.08-3:57 a.m.)<br /><br />Ideals, transparency, current<br />Identification, control, safety<br />Security, silence, total information<br />Banks, stuffed in a vault<br /><br />The voice said it was coming,<br />technology, transformation, silence<br />Awareness kiss futile, dumb down<br />Elements to t barely respondent<br /><br />Dove audio presents the art of war narrated by mr ed<br /><br /><br />02.26.08-11:53 p.m.<br /><br />bring yr checkbook <br />to seal it<br />if you want to<br />you do, right?<br />still looking,<br />barely. <br /><br /><br />02.26.08<br />(written 02.27.08-12:35 a.m.)<br /><br />For my checkbook<br /><br />rarely seen<br />In the rent offices<br />Of the Jordan<br />Or the Tigris<br />Or hope, once bountiful<br />Now a handful<br />Of leaves at the bottom<br />Of, let's say, a well,<br />Or my stomach<br />Ping! It bounced!<br />That's amazing!<br />I think I could use<br />Some ginger ale.<br /><br /><br />02.27.08<br />(written 02.28.08-2:33 a.m.)<br /><br />yes you are<br />you are the one right now<br />check with me<br />it feels right<br /><br />but when you come<br />come over right to me<br />don’t sidestep<br />that’s oh so wrong<br /><br />sit across<br />the table that is round<br />let’s take a walk<br />hear every sound.<br /><br /><br />02.27.08<br />(written 02.28.08-3:22 p.m.)<br /><br />That superficial regard<br />That stuffed animal<br />Same bump in the sidewalk<br />One rides over<br />only two things: square and round<br />Black and white <br />Is a situation that happens<br />only bt 2 and 3 pm<br />The rest is hardwired<br />Statis, a tumor to cut<br /><br /><br />02.28.08<br />(written 02.29.08-1:24 a.m.)<br /><br />it’s the same situation<br />every time<br />look out for 5-0<br />there’s no 5-0 to find<br /><br />the worry’s still present<br />all of these days<br />it’s not needed, again,<br />all is okay.<br /><br /><br />02.28.08<br />(written 02.29.08-8:47 a.m.)<br /><br />5-0 <br /><br />Guarding the gates<br />To the palace<br />Sez to the other<br />guy in the stuffy hat<br />Queen dead yet?<br /><br /><br />02.29.08-10:13 a.m.<br /><br />my queen leaped all around the board<br />methodically<br />while we played and 14-year-old me kinda talked,<br />barely listened to dr. weisberger<br />(i’ve always called any therapist or social worker<br />i’ve seen for counseling doctor,<br />officialing them to make it more palatable i guess)<br /><br /><br />02.29.08-10:39 a.m.<br /><br />I'm lucky<br /><br />When a therapist grants you<br />Six hours of "letting it all<br />Hang out there" time, then<br />You know you're fucked.<br />They recently let me out<br />Of the blue padded room<br />With bars on the window.<br />I am now down to two shots<br />Of thorazine a day.<br />I am making progress, my<br />Therapist says and I believe<br />Her. I have gotten up to<br />Page 6 of Old Man and the Sea<br />And page 247 of the DSM III.<br />They say my diagnosis is all<br />Over the map. The cuisine is<br />Bland; I am not supposed to<br />Eat anything I can choke on.<br />I never thought I'd love<br />Mashed potatoes so much<br />In my whole life.Boog City Eventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736859750137242913noreply@blogger.com0