you need this

Subscribe to
Posts [Atom]

extra special blogs

 

about me
poet, technologist, cynic, father of five, child of chaos, punker, prankster, patriot, punster, leftist, latino, japanophile, audiophile, beer drinker, quiche eater, dog walker, soft talker, deep thinker, shallow sleeper, introvert, covert operative in a parallel universe.

View my complete profile



* m a y s t a r *
designs

archives
  • September 2004
  • October 2004
  • November 2004
  • December 2004
  • January 2005
  • February 2005
  • March 2005
  • April 2005
  • May 2005
  • June 2005
  • July 2005
  • August 2005
  • September 2005
  • October 2005
  • November 2005
  • December 2005
  • January 2006
  • February 2006
  • March 2006
  • April 2006
  • May 2006
  • June 2006
  • July 2006
  • August 2006
  • September 2006
  • October 2006
  • November 2006
  • December 2006
  • January 2007
  • February 2007
  • March 2007
  • April 2007
  • May 2007
  • June 2007
  • July 2007
  • August 2007
  • September 2007
  • October 2007
  • November 2007
  • December 2007
  • January 2008
  • February 2008
  • March 2008
  • April 2008
  • May 2008
  • June 2008
  • July 2008
  • August 2008
  • September 2008
  • October 2008
  • November 2008
  • December 2008
  • January 2009
  • February 2009
  • March 2009
  • April 2009
  • May 2009
  • June 2009
  • August 2009
  • September 2009
  • October 2009
  • November 2009
  • December 2009
  • January 2010
  • February 2010
  • March 2010
  • April 2010
  • May 2010
  • June 2010
  • July 2010
  • August 2010
  • September 2010
  • October 2010
  • November 2010
  • December 2010
  • January 2011
  • February 2011
  • March 2011
  • April 2011
  • May 2011
  • June 2011
  • July 2011
  • August 2011
  • September 2011
  • October 2011
  • November 2011
  • December 2011
  • March 2012
  • April 2012
  • May 2012
  • June 2012
  • August 2012
  • April 2013
  • June 2013
  • August 2013
  • September 2013
  • October 2013
  • February 2014
  • March 2014
  • April 2014
  • August 2014
  • March 2015
  •  

    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Friday, December 29, 2006

    the execution

    while Fox News anchors vied for sound bites
    I asked my empty bottle
    “who decides who is executed and who is the executioner?”
    a faint whistle reminded me
    to forget the past
    and to drink to the death of my enemies
    all of whom are staring
    with blank expressions
    at the bottom of this empty bottle.

     

    end of December

    end of December —
    another year’s worth of dust
    on my guitar case

     

    Thursday, December 28, 2006

    in so far as

    the rain poured
    from silent rooftops
    into angry sewers
    while sparks
    from an abandoned cigarette
    faded and died
    at my feet.
    “my son”
    I muttered.

     

    Wednesday, December 27, 2006

    winter drizzle

    winter drizzle —
    an old girlfriend pretends
    not to recognize me

     

    Tuesday, December 26, 2006

    a murder of crows

     




    a murder of crows —
    high-tension wires criss-cross
    in the purple sky

     


    photo by mmm

     

     

    Monday, December 25, 2006

    Christmas rain

    Christmas rain
    the dog’s footsteps
    and mine

     

    Sunday, December 24, 2006

    Christmas Eve

    Christmas Eve —
    a child dreams
    of Christmas Eve

     

    Saturday, December 23, 2006

    Three beers into the conversation...

    Three beers into the conversation, I acknowledge that I am lost. Every trace of dignity I once had is now a quaint metaphor for a bygone age. Every obscure reference now raises a blank stare, not even the feigned recognition of an hour ago. I am, if I’m to believe Mapquest, approximately nowhere, which leaves me adjacent to nowhere else, which leaves me no closer to my destination, which is... undefined. We rehearsed our hurried goodbyes over and over again but ultimately never acted. Instead, when the cameras finally rolled, we stared into skyscraper starlight and turned away from each other’s tears.

     

    Friday, December 22, 2006

    dry tap

    dry tap —
    the jukebox plays
    “Satisfaction”

     

    Tuesday, December 19, 2006

    threat of snow

    threat of snow —
    when will I see
    my sons again?

     

    Monday, December 18, 2006

    one week before Christmas

    one week before Christmas
    a three-legged dog
    sniffs the trash

     

    Saturday, December 16, 2006

    winter overcast

    winter overcast —
    my sons argue over
    who will talk to me first

     

    Friday, December 15, 2006

    winter overcast

    winter overcast
    I lose another game
    of solitaire

     

    Wednesday, December 13, 2006

    mid-December

    mid-December —
    what I really want for Christmas
    is one more week

     

    Tuesday, December 12, 2006

    trainyard

    the trainyard at dawn —
    new graffiti
    on an old caboose

     

    Sunday, December 10, 2006

    cricket song



    cricket song —
    my granddaughter’s
    tiny fingers

     

    Friday, December 08, 2006

    a dusting of snow

    a dusting of snow —
    I wake up
    before the alarm

     

    Tuesday, December 05, 2006

    Righteous Hope


    Righteous Hope Witt was born to my daughter Rebekah and her husband Jason at 2:29 am on December 4th. Mother, father and baby are doing wonderfully. The new Grandpa is feeling old...

     

    Monday, December 04, 2006

    first snowfall

    first snowfall —
    everyone calls me
    “Grandpa”

     

    Sunday, December 03, 2006

    snow in the forecast

    snow in the forecast
    I downplay
    my recent promotion

     

    Friday, December 01, 2006

    December fog

    December fog —
    too sleepy to sleep
    on the train

     

    design by may
    maystar designGet awesome blog templates like this one from BlogSkins.com