I'm about to go down to the old Globe building, in the tough part of town, and get some pictures of the decrepit building under the rising moon at sunset. That's my favorite way to waste time. if you were there I'd want you to perch in a window (after sneaking around the dangerous buidling sign, and show me your underwear. It would be a... Read More
It's amazing how much things can change in a short period of time.
If anyone remembers the state of mind I was in a few months ago, that's all over.
I remember being morose, isolated, out of sorts, and at loose ends. I believe there were moments of depression. All of it tied to increasingly tenuous rationales for being even more isolated... Read More
The deeper you wound it
the more it heals
with bountiful medicine.
Whether by fire or by desperate
pricking with a stick,
no tool equals the gross abundance
of ooze, the plasma, fluid, or goo.
Unless you sever
aliments & structures,
separate the fore from aft,
it will generate enough of its humble
self, dangle... Read More
Things have become ever more amusing in my little corner of the cave. A million people came to my reading and bought books last saturday. It was my first book in about seven years, so it was kind of nice.
If anyone wants a copy, I'll happily send one to you. Either send me a private note with your mailing address, or write me a... Read More
As to your comment- i think if any of our lives were what we really wanted them to be we wouldn't be here - but sometimes having what what we do have is best anyway.
All kidding aside, my dear,
even more serious than usual
the wind is a song I knew once
but mislaid, here in the plot
surrounded by sacred stems,
by misbehaving bees.
I got a little pollen on my nose
& laughed about it all the way
back to the middle of the road.
My thoughts were pure poetry
& as such difficult
to evaluate... Read More