The New Terrorism
From the note book -- Oct. 27/2001 :
Medicated to the gills, The Princess Of Swords still in her night gown even though it is the middle of the afternoon, stumbles from the toilet back to her bedroom, mumbling...
"I have appointments up the ying yang. I can't wake up from these damn sleeping pills and I have PMS."
Defeated.
"Screw it. I'm staying here. I can't fight terrorism today."
Sunday
Her eyes like lakes that have broken their banks. There trickle creeks over puffy pink shores. Waters full of thinking. Deep waters.
You, a swimmer who panics when your feet can't touch bottom, call out from the shallows - what's the matter? Is something wrong?
Of course there is - have you ever seen the sky so broken?
Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You
Autumn Song
While behind you -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- over and over again -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- a give it all you got at the top of your lungs -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- carries up from the Special Ed school at the end of the block.
In the trees, the colors of a dying camp fire dance to the free jazz.
The squeaky brakes of a passing van - that’s high hat.
The crows caw ?
A black girl doing scat.
Vantage Point
Wind Storm
Haiku in the bamboo. Cigarette cherry.
Posted Monday, October 27, 2008
From the note book -- Oct. 27/2001 :
Medicated to the gills, The Princess Of Swords still in her night gown even though it is the middle of the afternoon, stumbles from the toilet back to her bedroom, mumbling...
"I have appointments up the ying yang. I can't wake up from these damn sleeping pills and I have PMS."
Defeated.
"Screw it. I'm staying here. I can't fight terrorism today."
Labels: brain farts
Sunday
Posted Sunday, October 26, 2008
Her eyes like lakes that have broken their banks. There trickle creeks over puffy pink shores. Waters full of thinking. Deep waters.
You, a swimmer who panics when your feet can't touch bottom, call out from the shallows - what's the matter? Is something wrong?
Of course there is - have you ever seen the sky so broken?
Image by Gabi Krukenberg .
Labels: brain farts, photography
Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You
Posted Saturday, October 25, 2008
Labels: comics
Autumn Song
Posted Friday, October 24, 2008
The screaming bandsaw in the distance trumpets like a doped up horn player ripping the back off a smoking hot piece of bop.While behind you -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- over and over again -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- a give it all you got at the top of your lungs -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- carries up from the Special Ed school at the end of the block.
In the trees, the colors of a dying camp fire dance to the free jazz.
The squeaky brakes of a passing van - that’s high hat.
The crows caw ?
A black girl doing scat.
Labels: brain farts
Vantage Point
Posted Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Vantage Point by Cameron Wittig
Labels: photography
Wind Storm
Posted Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Tonight, the fury in the trees carries with it the haunting sounds of the gay prof across the street playing a Japanese flute for his lover.Haiku in the bamboo. Cigarette cherry.
Labels: brain farts