The damp streets were cut off
from the automobile public.
The old homes boarded up,
for rent signs, chipped paint.
Gas lights flickered,
fluorescent lights buzzed.
We walked like kings
down that empty street.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Love in the Time of Swine Flu @ La Nuit Theatre @ 7 pm
http://www.nofringe.org/shows_2009.html
-Fringe Friday Tent Party! Featuring - Marygoround & The AppleCheeked Boys - Chuck Perkins & Voices of the Big Easy - jazz and blues musicians alongside poets, rappers, singers and Mardi Gras Indians. FREE! (and beer is cheap: $2 Abita Amber draft beer) 11 pm until. At the Festival Tent on the Corner of Press and Dauphine
-Fringe Friday Tent Party! Featuring - Marygoround & The AppleCheeked Boys - Chuck Perkins & Voices of the Big Easy - jazz and blues musicians alongside poets, rappers, singers and Mardi Gras Indians. FREE! (and beer is cheap: $2 Abita Amber draft beer) 11 pm until. At the Festival Tent on the Corner of Press and Dauphine
Sunday, October 25, 2009
She's like a bitch in a good/bad way
If you're the sexiest Freak around, why so conflicted? You're the one that wrote the book on cool. You smoke all the time, drink all the time, fuck all time, didn't even finish high school. Your big ass smile radiates flammable booze smoke as your sweat soaked bangs shellack to your flushed cheeks. You fuckin bad ass. I bet you have so much leather. Tell you this, tell me that, no ones ever gonna remember. You always tell me how you don't know what that is. You always tell me how you know just what that is. Throw your singed butt away with just enough lazy attitude. Hop in the car with a stranger and have the night of your life. Every night is the night of your life. Fuck with the scene! You are the scene, right?! you don't take shit from nobody. You don't take shit from nobody.
Rounding Out
On cream dreams purples
and orange
lined by that man in red
he's goin somewhere
I know it's the morning
I know it's the night
I need five more minutes
try and get right
but I'm so warm right here
And I don't really wanna go
Why we gotta be so busy
I'm not sure I need to leave
Thinking
Out of snoozes?
Yes. Fuck.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
anongr sept tuadem...
drespix iknomew cisdan slypt graan, horb durrmpft. intongueloes fettigrem intuem pordloando? schlemm? aberaux. fortogous? schermt. crexilaie hendraphourush snaaersnin! longatulous!!! welonk, pebut ri iny foempeng memperslack dongele. lopililiscoop frampes moperescent anquant anqunticist gnapn. pteradacent hoemjez ptemaf maferesent screm. soop frebarndt sepz soat cilani, ober sompt dels ghet ompersanp. imper vampp jo omp zangeln.trana goinc xbala!
pleilandi bambaha,
Faimpa Ferrndt ync Letsui Danglo
pleilandi bambaha,
Faimpa Ferrndt ync Letsui Danglo
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Mornings
Some warm mornings
the only reason I get out of my bed
is because I have the potential
of thinking of you.
I know I’ll not see you.
I know you’ll not return my calls.
I know I’ll not speak to you.
I know you’ll not reach out to me.
But, I may think of you.
And, I may remember our short time together—
Your charm, my ease—
And I may smile.
the only reason I get out of my bed
is because I have the potential
of thinking of you.
I know I’ll not see you.
I know you’ll not return my calls.
I know I’ll not speak to you.
I know you’ll not reach out to me.
But, I may think of you.
And, I may remember our short time together—
Your charm, my ease—
And I may smile.
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