Thursday, September 28, 2006

Life don't work that way - you know - the fun way. New writing;

Canto Which Will Have Its Revenge on San Francisco

There’s an odd window on 22nd street
and Valencia reminding itself
of Marmoud Darwish, of the brutality

of fashion trends and Newton’s posthumous law
regarding Indiana Jones. Bricks and mortar
are not the flipside of shrapnel

but the edge of the coin, blood
and dust a false haze in the Lebanese
sky. It reminds itself of confusing

anecdotes about skirts and sideburns. Potted
plants in abundance whose leaves grow
in the shape of the doggy paddle and roots

thick like ugly hair. It reminds itself
of alcoholism and manic depression and flimsy
“whats her names” sewn punk rock style

with dental floss into old trunks
in the attic. Joshua trees and the right
to return and the desire to leave. Pavement

and skin share secrets and whisper arias
into telephone wires. It reminds itself that ideals
are hard to hold when they fight back with both

fists. It reminds itself of the western sun breaking evening
clouds like postcards without postage. It reminds itself
of a similar sun in a similar sky,

only having to do with chewing gum and baseball cards. It
reminds itself of guitar string waterfalls, the taste
of feta cheese or too much honey. There

were editorial pages from dozens of newspapers
torn to shreds in bicycle spokes and a lone
cartoonist hanging from the crescent moon

and praying to God someone will catch him. It reminds
itself how loss feels going down, a rum of bent
forks, and hunger, and the perverse happiness

of emptiness and appetitie. It reminds itself of a woman
whose heart was a broken Rubix Cube. There
was wondering; whether or not Emily was pregnant

and being too scared to ask her, but if she was
she really shouldn’t have been drinking. It reminds
itself of the radio and the time putting

head to desk because of all people Doctor
Phil was right. There were hardships working
the checkstands in those days, and the feeling

of foodstamps leaving the pocket as ten
people behind avert their eyes. It reminds itself
of limitations, and how both Popeye and grandpa

used to say, “I y’am what I y’am.” It reminds
itself that anger accompanies hope in much
the same way grainy amateur footage accompanies

Bigfoot. The sky was loose with the illusion
of autumns and I sat alone in a theatre, a human faultline
with no viable plate techtonics to explain itself.

Starting to feel like Autumn;

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Satisfying my hot apple cider craving;

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

I wounded up on the business end of a street sweeper today;

Wow. Wounded up. Good vocabulary Duggan.

At least I wasn't Extraordinarily Rendited though

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

It's National Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Monday, September 18, 2006

Maurice Clarett is Going to Prison;

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Today in San Francisco felt like Autumn,

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Putting my feet up today;

Thursday, September 07, 2006

The NFL Kicks Off Tonight;

Tuesday, September 05, 2006


Bush, Cheney, and Rumsfeld, have been linking the struggle against Terrorism to 1930's Fascism a lot lately. They're all conveniently glossing over the fact that George W. Bush's grandfather and great-grandfather both financed Adolf Hitler and the Nazi party well into the 40's, and Karl Rove's grandfather worked for the Nazi Party, actually building one of Hitler's death camps.

Awesome. Just awesome.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Special for Labor Day;

Friday, September 01, 2006

So about the Red Sox...Football season starts soon;