Sunday, September 30, 2007

In One Week

Noah Eli Gordon and Joshua Marie Wilkenson.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Me and the Kids Today

You become tired of my kids. Things are like that, life changes. But I'm not tired of my kids. Max especially likes the second picture from the bottom because he was making a Michelangelo face. I'm talking Mutant Ninja Turtles. Mike is the jokester, people. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you don't know what I'm talking about. Stella was on the verge of crying. But she finally got it.


Sunday, September 23, 2007

Hitler's Mustache Readings That Are Soon

Notre Dame University, South Bend, IN November 26
Burlesque Poetry, Washington D.C., October 29
The Zinc Bar, New York City, NY October 28
Behind the Egg Reading Series, Albany, NY, October 27
Mipo Reading Series, Stain Bar, New York City, NY October 26
Observable Reading Series, St. Louis, MS, October 4

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Friday, September 21, 2007

One Evening

I was just writing a poem
here, which was
so now I'm replacing it
with this.
What is horrible
is always really
What is now
is always now.
It was horrible now.
Now, it was horrible.
Now, how horrible.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

In the new Rain Taxi...

Monday, September 17, 2007

The Candle Is in the Shape of a 1, Estella Jo

It's not so much that she's beautiful, people, but that she's beautiful also. I want to say a bunch of things but they're all ridiculous.

It's not so much that she's my daughter, people, but that she's the daughter of a human being. I want to say a bunch of things but it's just silly to even start.


Saturday, September 15, 2007

Advancing Something that Doesn't Go Anywhere

I am moving
to a new

see you soon
I was

saying, but
who listens

to that
shit? No one.

The door
you come

through is
the same

door you
that bores

you. Me too.

the deal
with leaving.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

It Was True Then and Now

From what I can tell, there is a review of Hitler's Mustache
in the new Rain Taxi. Well, I'm thinking things. Sometimes
the terrific thing it that you don't know. I am waiting for a copy.
When things begin to break down, you look up, and there are buildings.

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Monday, September 10, 2007

See You Soon!

Okay, seriously. There is a place called Muncie, Indiana. It has problems, but the following isn't one of them:

Two poets from out of town are coming here. There is Kate Greenstreet and there is Janet Holmes. They will be reading at The MT Cup at 8 pm on Thursday, September 13. Are you in the vicinity of Muncie, Indiana? Are you the slightest bit interested in poetry? You should consider attending this reading, and bringing a date, or friend. You might consider buying Kate's book or Janet's book, or Kate's and Janet's books. These are all real possibilities. I know because I've checked it out. I've done the research. I am hoping you can dig it.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

The New Season

There are friends, and people who
have been around you for a long
time, on accident.
There are also accidents on the highway
and you hope to avoid those.
Sometimes, it's raining crazy
and you can hardly see when you're driving.
You even pass some cars that
have pulled over because it's too much.
But you keep driving.
You figure it's safer than parking
beside a highway.
Then there is the day when
you drive home. That's always something.
There's the chicken sandwiches.
There are also mosquito bites.
It is a kooky world.
Things happen in it, and yet you are
always the one who feels silly.
Nobody really talks about Proximity,
but it's a good TV show.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Important Photographs in Life

It is possible to see your children as little Buddhas that create a sort of worship. That makes you think of infant worship and the major religions. This photo was just taken yesterday. Also, you're like, that's fucking beautiful.
This is from a few weeks ago. Left to right, that's Jake, Me, Max, and Dylan. Jake and Dylan are my brother's boys. I don't see them much. This is in front of my house. When I was a kid, I never knew anything cooler than my brother. Max is my son. It's a Thursday morning when this was taken. Back in the 80's my brother's navy, lace-up Vans pedaled the coolest BMX bike in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

I'm like, Don't be so scary! Oh my god you're killing me!
And this is Stella. This is also what I look like in a bikini.


Saturday, September 01, 2007

The Show

You wonder about poetry.
You think, Why?
It seems like a knuckle ball.
You wonder how it interacts with yourself.
Yourself is troubled by words and other stuff.
This is stupid and troubling, you think.
That's true, says the kid in your head.
Now's when you start to feel funny.
With the whole world rubbing across your eyes, you're sure
you see something like a faint bird. It is sailing
into the sky in your eyelids.
Well, sure, it's blue there, but also red clouds
are rising and then sighing.
Yeah, no one is sure about anything, but I feel
certain that the lifting curtain is really real.