Soul is not space,
not molecules.
You can fit all the world’s souls
in the crack
of your ass.
However,
just because you can
doesn’t mean you should.
Long gone
Today my son
is the Black Fox
in a one-kid revival
of the ’50s classic, The Court Jester
as he stands around the kitchen shouting:
“Hawkins, get out of my clothes.”
“Hawkins, get out of my clothes!”
He wants to … Read on Macduff...
The Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch
So I was talking to one of my brothers last night, and we agreed that this Pynchon book has bedeviled us long enough. Me, I’ve started Gravity’s Rainbow at least 3 times. And let’s just say I’m very familiar with … Read on Macduff...
For Every Man There’s a Woman
Good golly do I love the standards. A while back, you may recall, I posted covers first of “Bye Bye, Blackbird,” and then (with a lotta help from eb and Eileen Dahl) “Second Hand Rose.” Great … Read on Macduff...
She’s Quite Old
That Victorian isn’t old. That car
isn’t old. My Sinatra records aren’t
old. Not that old. Not really.
Even that old tree isn’t old.
That old woman
who just walked past
like she just stepped out
of Deuteronomy
with a … Read on Macduff...
All-American Me
I’m wearing big pants today
big comfy pants
size none of your damn business pants
so big, so comfy
makes me want to have a piece of cake
a piece of chocolate cheese cake
stretch these big pants out.
Somedays
Somedays
he looks at me
like I’m sleeping
with his wife.
And I’m sure.
I’m almost sure.
That I’m not.
x-post: Lumpy Monkey and the Vortex of it all
More Monkey Vortex madness. This week, Tony Jonick goes for two, with another episode of his Minute Murder Mysteries. .
Summer
Checking in to find them
lying side by side
in the dark
like sisters
comparing notes
on what had been
the best part of the day.
Everybody’s playing Yu-Gi-Oh!
It was a more innocent time, way back in October of 2004 when I first wrote about Yu-Gi-Oh! and Zach Braff, and my secret rage. We’re all a lot older now, hey? And perhaps a bit wiser too.
“What is … Read on Macduff...