A strange thing can happen to sprinkler men in triple digit heat
Friday, July 31, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The Dark Arts of Wirsbo
I heard three quick shots last night at around 2:25. I hit my indiglo to check. It sounded like it came from uphill by the Safeway maybe- or that AME church. About a minute later I heard a car racing down MLK out the window. The getaway perhaps? I waited for sirens. None.
I wasn't gonna be able to go back to sleep now. Not out of fear though, the stray bullet would have come through the ceiling by now. I went to bed too early. Four pints of IPA after work- some Indian food, slept like a good British soldier.
I started thinking about all the shit I'm gonna need for the new install in Lake City. I'm gonna want Ben to crawl into the space in the garage and roto-hammer the wall and get pex out under the stairs for our point of connection. He's a limber young motherfucker. I'm not too fat to squeeze through those studs-yet. I'd figure I'd dazzle him by complimenting his skill at the dark arts of Wirsbo. He'd get a kick out of that phrase. Then his ass would be bent up in a dark hole under some stairs. Yes, a good place for him. It brings a smile to my face. I'll be outside thinkin' up some more shit.
I wasn't gonna be able to go back to sleep now. Not out of fear though, the stray bullet would have come through the ceiling by now. I went to bed too early. Four pints of IPA after work- some Indian food, slept like a good British soldier.
I started thinking about all the shit I'm gonna need for the new install in Lake City. I'm gonna want Ben to crawl into the space in the garage and roto-hammer the wall and get pex out under the stairs for our point of connection. He's a limber young motherfucker. I'm not too fat to squeeze through those studs-yet. I'd figure I'd dazzle him by complimenting his skill at the dark arts of Wirsbo. He'd get a kick out of that phrase. Then his ass would be bent up in a dark hole under some stairs. Yes, a good place for him. It brings a smile to my face. I'll be outside thinkin' up some more shit.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
The Skirt
aw come on dont be that way
find time for your muse
even if she's taken all your money
your time and spirit
even when she's taught you learned hopelessness
she's led you on, told you you were the only one
turned you out for all to see and adore forever
so you chase that skirt around the ghost town
wasn't she just here?
wasn't she just on this empty barstool last year?
No, she's been out with all those younger guys.
She may visit from time to time
but you better get used to the view
of the lonesome landscape and cafeteria food
find time for your muse
even if she's taken all your money
your time and spirit
even when she's taught you learned hopelessness
she's led you on, told you you were the only one
turned you out for all to see and adore forever
so you chase that skirt around the ghost town
wasn't she just here?
wasn't she just on this empty barstool last year?
No, she's been out with all those younger guys.
She may visit from time to time
but you better get used to the view
of the lonesome landscape and cafeteria food
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
A believer of John Cheever
he took scissors to his self image like a troubled teen
wanna fuck every bitch how can you hide your face
how long can you live with a poison drip
pretty good at faking a smile jolly good fellow
heard something on writers almanac about a guy named Cheever
used to drink too, and felt like he had his nose against the pane
a voyeur to everyone else's well lit happiness.
Somebody stole my schtick
wanna fuck every bitch how can you hide your face
how long can you live with a poison drip
pretty good at faking a smile jolly good fellow
heard something on writers almanac about a guy named Cheever
used to drink too, and felt like he had his nose against the pane
a voyeur to everyone else's well lit happiness.
Somebody stole my schtick
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