It ain’t over till the sexy lady sips her Manhattan, Holy Headbuzz Batman! was it a good year for dames I’ll never see again and drinks I will remember for the rest of my life. The list of new bars on the map is a long one: New Orleans’ Checkpoint Charlies. San Antonio’s Esquire Tavern. [...]
“I sit on a man’s back choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am sorry for him and wish to lighten his load by all means possible….except by getting off his back.” ―Leo Tolstoy Click above to view full gallery of images.
The moon is up the sun is down and as dawn slowly slides around perhaps the dark so hard to see is nothing but light yet to be
Things are getting bad: Family problems, money, the itch, again. Should Manny Santiago end it now or revisit The Trip, and try to work it all out?
You want something. But you don’t know what it is. So you wait. In the meantime you watch and listen and try to feel something and sense that somehow you are not dreaming all this up: It is a completely beautiful thing to sit in a place and have people bring you drinks while being [...]
Young sproutlets of rice shooting out of their water bed like fields of hair implants amidst the circular reverberations of unsure dribbles of rain crawling down the greasy sky while dragonflies mate in midair, their wings crack in intermittent ecstasy as they jerk & twitter. Resolute bamboo youth careen skyward in thickets of emerald green [...]
spilling spicy noodles next to sex on the bamboo mat and the sudden summer rain fox goes agallop mint thai salsa in juicy clumps matted platinum streaks of lightning mistaking my crumpled shorts for a sleeping dog hemorrhaging pupil images armies of raiding rials humpety-hump beats of wet-plumed crows caw hem and haw of wet [...]
I have dreams about Dim Sum sometimes, strange L.A. Chinatown fantasies with roasted ducks hanging in steamed windows and big oak tree butcher blocks worn smooth and bowled in the center from years of cleaving and carving, back tables behind secret doors, huge lazy susans revolving egg drop soups and wontons past immaculate jade green [...]
The damn wind must be the loneliest thing in the world. The way it blows shirts clothes-pinned to a line filling that old shirt full of air and dust just like some old body air and dust just like her her body, all air and dust cinnamon and citrus and just like the wind she’s [...]
Thank you cherry blossoms for being almost perfectly blossomed to my return schedule. Thank you fervent breeze for leaving your chill to all things winter and sweeping the dust from my lazy mind. Thank you insects of all shapes and sizes for being born anew and providing my mornings and evenings with welcome accompaniment to [...]
Jesus loves you The ecstatic bodies tumble in death and love through the liquid air in dimensions unseen universal rhythms guide you home Buddha loves you like the beat of a heart the thud of a drum music, the only language which does not lie Allah loves you the quick pulse of nerves on a [...]
We sit here amidst the tatami and snow idly sipping sake and listening to Luna and as the solo crescendos we write a poem for you: large crisp cold carrots of delight for you dragons with diamonds for eyes for you silver smurfs with swords of fun for you… baumbaum baumbaum baum baubau minuets of [...]