1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55 Blues (a play) |
1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55 Blues (An oral stage play)
H. Barry Zimmerman
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Characters in order of appearance
Announc...
Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Fri, 23 May 2008 03:41:00 PST |
Magic City (a short story) |
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Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Fri, 23 May 2008 03:35:00 PST |
Morning storying... |
I woke up early and went back to bed / this always opens the doors for wierd dreams...
"I was in a warehouse lit by oddly placed florescent light surrounded by oddly placed furniture, sofas everywhere...
Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:59:00 PST |
Mt. Dew and Sidewalk dialogue |
I wear my iPod Shuffle like peace beads - blasting protest music - morning striding.
I speculate how much I hate George W. Bush - "War Pigs"...suck me.
HBZ 12/5...
Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 07:24:00 PST |
Sunday Morning blues...cool man, cool. |
Laying down on the bed listening to 3 (my big boy cat) who is under a small blanket (like he do) purring all alone in his darkness - he loves being under that blanket - there is something so cool abou...
Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 12:12:00 PST |
Chased... |
Waking up - dreams from Hell chase me like mentally fucked up hunters into my morning - My body is in knots -
Under the house cats scream like War....
HBZ 12/1
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Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 09:14:00 PST |
War lovers |
Satan picked his nose and licked the snot wad and named it War and spread it all over the world.
Demons in human skin worshiped War and called it glory and Satan loved their piety.
HBZ 12/1/2006...
Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 11:47:00 PST |
Winter Splinter |
Fall has died and left the trees shaking...ice in the wind - death permeated the quivering molecules and me like the trees - without my camo damo.
Here it is - just like the Dop...
Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 12:16:00 PST |
Front Porch Dialogue |
If I think about "what to write" nothing comes - If I search I come up empty. I gotta shut up and "it" comes - Thank the stars for "it" - thank the bars and the cars and electric guitars. Because I wo...
Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 08:53:00 PST |
Winter Wonder Man |
In the street - a man stands waiting for the cold rain - waiting to be blown away - wearing his summer shorts for the last time of the season.
No traffic...
He thinks about painting a ...
Posted by H. Barry Z - Beamed out of my Mind on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 05:10:00 PST |
