Rust |
So strange how the onset of springtime can make a man feel like shooting up. Pedaling sedately through warm rain, overcome by well-known woe who’s source is all the usual reasons that I can&rsq...
Posted by oldhead on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 10:10:00 PST |
Between the Mouth and the Heart |
1.The warming smell and vibrating flesh from the feeling of the air here loses its luster in memory, but whenever I come back, there it is again with body-shocking power. People complain about the wa...
Posted by oldhead on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 11:44:00 PST |
Punch People |
In Seattle's airport, I entered the men's room, approaching a line of 30 vacant urinals and picked one towards the middle. Moments later, another man entered and chose the urinal immediately to my ri...
Posted by oldhead on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 12:21:00 PST |
Enough honey to kill Eric Dolphy four times. |
My pace was slow and plodding as each step fell dully on the surface of the lake I was crossing. My muscles were sluggish, burning up the alcohol I'd soaked through them until nearly sunrise. Insect...
Posted by oldhead on Tue, 08 May 2007 09:06:00 PST |
Two beans and spool of thread. |
My equipment just stopped working ten seconds into our set, and I did my best anyway, but I was horribly disappointed through the whole damn thing. In retrospect, the music sounded good, but that nig...
Posted by oldhead on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 01:58:00 PST |
The fault is not in our stars, but in ourselves. |
My haircut was pre-assasination Brutus. My spirit was decidedly Caesar, knives in the belly and mind reeling, pulse defiantly overflowing. I chanted "Et tu" and chorused "damn right" and the song go...
Posted by oldhead on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 11:25:00 PST |
Three different versions of the same true story, but I heard hardly a word of any of them. |
I walked in new places, treading where no one before me had left a footprint, but I knew every step already. I drank a million tardy mimosas with grandiose gestures from a red bench between classes. ...
Posted by oldhead on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 02:42:00 PST |
I will vividly remember every dream I've ever had and I will forget your name in ten seconds. |
I suffer the strain of the burden of sleep and I can't convince myself to ever get into bed before 5am. This morning I was proud of myself for getting up so early, until the clock told me that I hadn'...
Posted by oldhead on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 12:29:00 PST |
I'd rather walk all the way home than try to call for help. |
I remember being in the supermarket and liking one of the songs that came on, a few weeks ago. I bought feta cheese and sang along. Later, I saw a kid eating a lollipop and I envied his satisfaction. ...
Posted by oldhead on Sun, 03 Dec 2006 02:16:00 PST |
When the man comes around |
It had started pouring just before sunrise, and as I had learned from a discarded newspaper the night before, it was supposed to go on raining just as hard for the next several days, more or less with...
Posted by oldhead on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 01:08:00 PST |
