Monday, August 24, 2009


The video. I know I've mentioned this, but I'm doing so again. And thanks to Josh Chatwin for his help with this.

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Friday, August 21, 2009

Prose Poem Written at the Sandra Simonds Town Hall

I went to quiz the simpletons. They gave weeds to the sailors made of shattered meat. Gracious bones were stoned along the crosswalk, lightly tossed. I was half minted by the ice cubes. I answered the questions that were put to me, like a lime green Porsche. I wondered to what extant there was a phenomenal tantrum in my boredom. I was losing a great deal of numbers. According to war, there are starfish.

False prophets wander old continents whimpering for Tim. Tim was a decent fellow totally devoted to being prophet-worthy. The scam of it. Tim was something. He lacked everything but his name, Tim.

He loaned me his wet throat. He said his goat-throat needed a solution to a tremendous problem. Um, I said, annoyed. Trembling sump pump tongue? Indeed. In those doomed moments the moon of my mind was out in the night of my memory. Was the room dimmed? I removed the light switch and changed the equation. O, baby, sword fish.

The simpletons met me in a pent-up emotion. Notice that their board games are always venison compared to my regular, human meat. Fine, I say, I will season myself. They want me to gather weird, crystal nuts from the forest floor. I put the custard in the bowl before I put it in my stomach. This stupid ice cream. The head rests on the not totally cherry-saddled, thin butt.

In the mouths that fellows choose to leach onto in certain violent emergencies, specific curse words. Those curses migrate onward, "tortoise" style, slowly becoming a new Bible that people wink at. I moved forward. My arms spread out hardcore! Dumb ducks in the St. Louis punk scene.

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Later in the Night

I'm thinking right now
of the disappointment and the way
the world thwarts satisfaction.
Those little dreams of acceptance run wild
through the tiny pipe bones comprising
your skeleton.
I've even witnessed the cleansing of
skeletal others, as well
as my own rubbed bone mobile. 
The idea that jiggles in my sky
is a single motion, like
a single moon, that is jiggling and skipping
across a little river like thing just
as a skipping thing might do. 
The record is scratched, so to speak,
and thus thus thus thus thus.

Monday, August 17, 2009

New Video!

"Death at Your Door" video from the forthcoming Short Hand CD, Attila! Yay!

Sunday, August 09, 2009

New Poems! New Double Room!

Me in the new Double Room.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

First Day of Guys' Weekend

7:00 am, up. Scooby Doo movie
9:00 am, read newspaper, crossword. Max outside.
10:00 am, pack up back pack (fishing stuff, drinks, a couple of weapons)
10:45 am, buying fishing license, buying a second fishing pole
11:10 am, fishing, walking around by the river, playing Ninja Should
1:30 pm, lunch at McDonald's (including ice cream)
2:00 pm, home, play outside, phone calls, 2 episodes of Wolverine and the X-men
3:30 pm, Max to friend's house to play, me to gym and grocery store
5:30 pm, home, dinner (pancakes)
6:15 pm, more fishing, more walking around by the river, more Ninja Should
7:15 pm car ride home, idea to continue to play same episode of Ninja Should for whole weekend.
7:30 pm shower, Ninja Should, brush teeth
7:40 pm pick out new Hardy Boy's book to read, begin reading.
8:00 pm night night "Goodnight, Hood," "Goodnight, Niner." 


Wednesday, August 05, 2009

The Schedule

I can't seem to work my scanner. If I could I would just scan the list that Max made. He and I are home by ourselves for the next few days and so he made of list of things he'd like to do:

Play Ninja Should
Make a book
Hardy Boys
Ice cream

This is good stuff. We'll be busy, people. Busy with the good times. 

Sunday, August 02, 2009

How to Play "The Fighters"

I was Jared Fighter and he was James Fighter and we're twins, age 11, who are very poor and orphaned. We live in the backyard of our best friend's house, Sara Crystal, age 10, who is a super good fighter and lives in a nice house. The other person who helps us fight the bad guys is The Wizard of Oz, age 20, who is also homeless and nearly impossible to get a hold of. To reach him we must send notes via carrier pidgin. We might have to send four or five before we reach him. He helps not by fighting, but by providing various spells and potions to help out. For instance, our brains are not influenced by the telepathic powers of our nemesis, The Snake Without a Name, who's chief power isn't his limited telepathic powers, but his ability to control metal. This ability to manipulate metal is how he created, and guides, his army of robots.  Anyway, The Wizard has protected us from The Snake's mind powers until we turn 20. At that time we will have to learn to fight his telepathy like everyone else, including Sara. 

Our training involves sword fights for various prizes. To win a sword fight one of us has to touch the opponent with a sword a given number of times. The first training fight is completed after three touches. The second after four. The third fight is over after five touches. This pattern continues until the eighth training fight, which requires ten touches. The winner of each match is rewarded with a prize which is placed on the Magic Stone before each bout. (The loser from the previous match is required to fetch and place the next prize on the stone. It doesn't matter who places the first prize on the stone.) The prizes that can be won are, in order:
1. The wand
2. The Blue Thing of Awesome Powers
3. a small coin purse full of coins
4. the Blade that Can't Be Beat (a sword that never loses)
5. the fork (weapon)
6. The Gun
7. The Stick of Wonder
8. The Note

The winner of the last bout (The Note) is the overall winner, no matter who won the majority of the sword fights. The winner advances to the next level, Level 2. Then, all that remains is advancing to the final Level. We train often in the the training area of Sara's yard. We both really want to win the "small coin purse full of coins" because we're so poor. Also, the Blade that Can't Be Beat is highly prized, for obvious reasons. (The winner of The Blade can not use it in the remaining training fights since it would clearly be an unfair advantage.)