Dec 20 2009
Someone asked me on this blog once why I find happiness in despair, why I find lightness in the dark, why I have a smile of steel at the worst possible times,
I have no answer, but the best way I can frame it is in a series of vignettes.
Oh my god, I think we’re GOIN’ IN!!!
Dec 29 2007
there are no thoughts before my dull burning thud of a brain went all dull burning and thud-like thud-like thud-like*
a street artist places a headless man in such a way as to appear that his head was enveloped by the concrete of an office building in Philadelphia
that mannequin knows what I’m talking about
that mannequin he understands
was it the fifth concussion
or the fifteenth
was it a brother pleading for revenge before parent returned home
or was it a mother saying kick him in the head and not the legs
he has to race later today you know
or an older mother saying
well i wanted a hug but just look at him —–>me
was it the 10th crack of my dad’s school ring on my skull
or the 40th
when did I go dim
I never realized I was disabled
but god i must be
looking back
at the attacks
on the smallest human in the house
my time to pack came at 15
I never looked back
but stepped into footprints
too tiny to fill
and a keg or two in order to do my own damage to my own brain
for once
how many times was I left in the rain
how many times did i cry
what is the name of this American game
oh that’s right…Abuse.
*hat tip to Capt. Beefheart in all his glory
Oct 29 2007
down by ‘lectric fields
where general burns left a mark or three
spit tubes of methane
they glow at night
burying grounds
land fills
burying land fill grounds
burying land fill grounds the town of dastardly west virginia
there was a scruff of a dog
and I remember blue angular designs
a star
but a giant star that surrounded with angles
no angels
just angles
and that trapeeze artist