Watermelon is what we would mouth on stage when we wanted to make it look like we were talking, its vowels and consonants conveniently aligned just so: Creating the illusion of babble. Muted. An artifice of conversation. Watermelon, watermelon. Watermelon? Watermelonwatermelon! The tongue curls, the lips purse. Oh? Watermelon.
When it gets green like this in all honesty I hardly know what to do with myself. I’ll wander to the 88 bus stop like a drunkard scattering footprints like rose petals, running my fingers along your chainlink fence. I am envisioning diving into your perennials. I am laying face-down in your lawn. I’d like [...]
And to celebrate the transition from poetry month into bicycle riding month (I’m all about commemorative periods of time lately?), here’s a poem that branched off an instant message exchange earlier this morning. For Angie, who was having the kind of day that caused her to ask “What Am I For, What Is I.” You [...]
My stepmom sent me a copy of Eireann Lorsung’s Music For Landing Planes By last month, and I finally got around to reading it. The book is organized by quotations giving a general theme, and I got distinctly more into some sections than others — so, more on that later. But this is by far [...]
If your whole life is shit, at least you can have a decent watch on. Something weighty, something made of nice things, beautiful things, which united together create a single thing, that say, if you had children, at some point would be such a decent thing they couldn’t help but want to inherit, this thing: [...]