Saint of Circumstance, 4/24/09, Nassau Colliseum |
Nassau Colliseum, 4/24/091st Set closed w/ Sailor>SaintThis must be heaven...That's what it felt likeSaint of CircumstanceLyrics By: John BarlowMusic By: Bob WeirThis must be heavenTonight I crosse...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 18:57:00 GMT |
Therapy (work in progress) |
Therapy
So I KNOW what you
want me to say. Hi, Im Justin and
IM AN ADDICT. I can say that and
laugh because I know ITS TRUE. I
actually used to run an NA meeting when I was IN THE JOINT. ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 10:55:00 GMT |
The Actor (a poem) |
The Actor
My street performances are
an act of altruism, he explained,
because children and families
who have never been exposed to
drama, theater, the arts
get...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 20:41:00 GMT |
The Inventor (work in progress) |
The Inventor It hit her like a
blast of laughing gas.
I thought he was
crazy in love with me, eyes wide open, jaw hung low, Linda moved in slow
motion as cornichons, Piave Viecchi cheese, and ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 17:39:00 GMT |
A Bit of Bone (work in progress) |
A Bit of BoneThe smell of
roasting flesh made many a mouth salivate and many a stomach grumble as the
majority of the citizens of Rouen had not tasted meat, nor even sucked the
marrow from a bone i...
Posted by on Fri, 08 May 2009 13:39:00 GMT |
The Chef (work in progress) |
The Chef
He was an elephant
of a man, hulking up at six-foot-three, three hundred and twenty pounds, a
beefier Mr. Clean with his shaved head and gold loop earring, and even in the
pristine ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 12:50:00 GMT |
Fair and Square (poem) |
Fair and SquareBeware of the square On a plane, take careNot to get caught in its cornersOr trapped in its anglesEnclosed in a frameThe picture of symmetric conformity.Or is it a fence Barbed wire pul...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:19:00 GMT |
Objections: Three Poems |
Objections: Three Poems"The Perfect Match" A match is meant to be struck. Scratchedagainst stone, a head flares up. Dampnessbrings premature death.What goes on in that sliver of spacebetween ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:16:00 GMT |
Breezy (work in progress) |
BreezyBreezy took one last look around his minivan. Helium tank, check. Balloons, check. Wazoo, his 17 year-old green Amazon parrot, bobbing her head in anticipation of the ride, check. He used to...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Mar 2009 20:39:00 GMT |
Looking and Seeing (work in progress) |
Looking and SeeingDorothy admired herself in the toothpaste-splattered bathroom mirror as she scrubbed the sink, turning her face to the left, then to the right, checking the corners of her eyes for n...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 18:49:00 GMT |
