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

    Sunday, November 29, 2009

    tree

    I walk past it every night —
    a big oak tree far beyond its prime —
    pock-marked, knotted, randomly hacked.
    truth be told
    it didn’t have much life left in its branches,
    its thick trunk gutted with unspeakable scars,
    leading to the final indignity:
    a big red X
    just below eye level —
    a final appointment
    with the axe
    that awaits us all.

     

    Dream Sequence - Part 8

    In my waking life I have 5 children; my youngest is 18. In my dream I am walking through the snow with a boy of 12 or 13 who from the context of previous events seems to be another son. We walk in silence toward a dock that stretches twenty feet or so into a frozen lake. We walk to the end of the dock and pause.

    “I really miss them,” I say.
    “Are you sure?” the boy asks in reply.
    “Of course I am!”
    “Good.”

     

    Thursday, November 26, 2009

    Thanksgiving Night —
    a stray dog
    in an empty parking lot

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    Monday, November 23, 2009

    writer’s block —
    walking the dog
    in the rain

    writer’s block —
    a field mouse
    struggling in the trap

    writer’s block —
    flicking a moth
    into the fire

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    Wednesday, November 18, 2009

    Dream Sequence - Part 7

    the day started out the way so many do —
    a pre-dawn screaming match between my mother and sister.
    she had been stumbling drunk on the front lawn — also a familiar site —
    and somehow missed me walking past on my way to work.
    it’s hard to tell whether she had been thrown out this time
    or had angrily moved out to be with her wife.
    they were all here now, trading the usual incoherent accusations.
    my brothers were both up at this point and invited her inside.
    she didn’t want to come inside.
    so fine, stay outside and let the cops take you away.
    that’s just what you'd want, isn’t it?
    actually, it isn’t — which is why we invited you in.
    it all makes sense doesn’t it?

     

    Wednesday, November 11, 2009

    Counting Backwards in Music

    I’ve been lucky enough to live close to some great college radio in the Boston/Cambridge area. My favorite station is WMBR (MIT’s station), and my favorite show the James Dean Deathcar Experience. Back in June the DJ counted backwards from 2009 and picked a favorite band and song for each year. I like almost all of these.

    2009) Hatchem Social - Crocodile
    2008) Arms - Whirring
    2007) Les Breastfeeders - Qui a Deux Femmes
    2006) Art Brut - Good Weekend
    2005) Soundtrack of our Lives - Lone Summer Dream
    2004) High Spire - Glass in my Mouth
    2003) Grip Weeds - Every Minute
    2002) Resonars - Lunar Kit
    2001) The Fletcher Pratt - Spin Label
    2000) Lockgroove - Bullet with your Name on it
    1999) Green Pajamas - Happy Again
    1998) Asteroid #4 - Sorry Way to Go
    1997) Bob O’Clock - I Believe in Faeries
    1996) Sianspheric - Flow Ebb and Die
    1995) Bowery Electric - Deep Sky Objects
    1994) Stereolab - Outer Accelerator
    1993) Kill Sybill - Deep Sleep
    1992) Love Battery - Foot
    1991) Bevis Frond - It Won’t Come Again
    1990) Superchunk - My Noise
    1989) Cavedogs - Baba Ghanooj
    1988) My Bloody Valentine - When You Wake Up (You’re Still in a Dream)
    1987) Happy Flowers - Why Didn’t You Tell Me You Were Bringing Home a Baby
    1986) Screaming Trees - Orange Airplane
    1985) Butthole Surfers - Lady Sniff
    1984) The Smiths - This Charming Man

     

    Veteran’s Day —
    another letter addressed
    to Parris Island

    Veteran’s Day —
    the dog barks
    at a falling leaf

    Veteran’s Day —
    a red strobe light
    in her bedroom window

    Veteran’s Day —
    a fly trapped
    behind the storm window

    Veteran’s Day —
    a bird’s nest
    in the tallest tree

    Veteran’s Day —
    bare tree limbs
    against the twilight

    Veteran’s Day —
    a ladybug climbs
    the desktop cactus

     

    Tuesday, November 10, 2009

    dream sequence - part 6

    It’s a story captivating the nation — four men stranded in a lifeboat, floating in waters unknown. A website includes detailed biographies and chronicles the hours, days and weeks. When their number falls to three we are spared the grisly details, but not the desperate faces. Then it’s two, and finally one — gaunt, sunburned and bearded, hollow eyes barely alive. It’s me.

     

    Wednesday, November 04, 2009

    waiting room

    I’m not a patient boy, and yet I wait.
    If function is the key to the waiting room,
    how do I get out?

     

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