Thursday, August 25, 2016

mmdcxxxi

Things don’t get better, they get worse.

The truth is, it was me who discarded
the mattress.  Let me reiterate that I dis-
carded the mattress that was then turned
into a beautiful extra-large, inedible pizza.

Monday, August 22, 2016

mmdcxxx

Now is 2 seconds ago & older is 3 seconds ago.
                                                    —Eileen Myles

I am turning discarded mattresses
into street food.  It’s an idea I picked
up from Facebook where they turned
one into a delicious-looking monster

pizza.  It’s fantastic.  But it has its
limitations. 
Not to dwell on the past, but how
does my hair look?  I went from

bed to meeting (interview) in five
minutes flat.  Try that on with some
vinyl (it’s a record….nevermind).

Sunday, August 21, 2016

mmdcxxix

Greeting. How are things goings?
                                —Honey Bunny

Or so the story goes…

I’m not up to anything in particular.
I’m not even up to the particulars.
But I’ve got a savage living deep
within me, and, therefore, I’m a
bit nauseous, and I really need
to pee.  So, thanks for askings,
but I guess I’ll be goings now.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

mmdcxxviii

Dufus Is Like Dumbass, Only More Real
(Like You)

This is the text of the piece:
“A way for us to pass in the night
or whatever.”  With Donald Trump
deep-kissing Vladimir Putin some-
where in Los Angeles this morning,
I’m lonely.  Is this the only us?  Or
did we meet, by chance, at….

Plants have wisdom; bugs have
memory.  Or so I’m told on this
late Friday evening.

Monday, August 15, 2016

mmdcxxvii

“Do you
have
dreams?”
he asks
on the
way to
the taco
truck last
night. 

Do I
have
dreams. 

Then I
took a
photo
of the
Hibernia
Bank
Building
while he
was fitted

for a show
in which
he’s a
model
at Ruby
Skye.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Friday, August 12, 2016

Tuesday, August 09, 2016

mmdcxxiv

If my situation is less dire,
why, then, do I have more
memory?

Monday, August 08, 2016

mmdcxxiii

I Simply Do What I Do

          your throat is clogged
          with her name
                             —Maged Zaher

At first glance, I thought the 2nd
line read “with your name,”

and I thought this was pretty
hilarious.  And truthful.  Not to

oversimplify, but aren’t there
throats clogged with each of

our names?  Or is it the truths
that clog?  And, honestly,

the fact the deciding factor
may be that my sink has been

stopped up for a week now
is not very hilarious.  (Or

most of our throats?  Or
is it just my throat?).  Any-

way, in summary,
Throats,

Hilarity,
Truth,

and Tragedy,
all members

of tge extend-
ed family,

spend most
holidays together

and often re-
member me well.