Monday, December 26, 2011
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Junior Police Friend
having an australian music festival in my living room. i am just amazed at the number of powerful beautiful voices singing out really interesting songs from this era.
Monday, September 5, 2011
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You are invited!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
New animation
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Junk
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 junkies,
female.
brown paper bags filled with trash are
everywhere.
it is one-thirty in the afternoon.
they talk about madhouses,
hospitals.
they are waiting for a fix.
none of them work.
its relief and food stamps and
Medi-Cal.
men are usable objects
toward the fix.
it is one-thirty in the afternoon
and outside small plants grow.
their children are still in school.
the females smoke cigarettes
and suck listlessly on beer and
tequila
which I have purchased.
I sit with them
I wait on my fix
I am a poetry junkie.
they pulled Ezra through the streets
in a wooden cage
Blake was sure of God.
Villon was a mugger.
Lorca sucked cock.
T.S. Eliot worked a teller’s cage.
most poets are swans,
egrets.
I sit with 3 junkies
at one-thirty in the afternoon.
the smoke pisses upward.
I wait.
death is a nothing jumbo.
one of the females says that she likes
my yellow shirt.
I believe in a simple violence.
this is
some of it.
- Charles Bukowski