The War Against Reality
Give me the dark, warm and buttery thick Give me whiskey in a glass, big chunks of ice Give me a snare and kick drum, and two sticks to fuse the gaps Give me palm trees at dusk, and a place from which to hear them Give me bloody death by arrows and knives and [...]
Freedom Rock
A few hours over a complete revolution around the sun there I sat in my normal place, back of the stage, surrounded by wires and plugs, drums and amps, with the lights flitting about me, floating like drunken multi-colored butterflies with extensive tails rooting back to the light source from which they sprang. Unable to [...]
The Light, The Dark
So here’s me, holing up in a stormy Caribbean Hotel a la Bogey in Key Largo, sweating bullets, waiting for the storm to come, falling in love with the woman you don’t want to know, all the while the homeless Seminoles who do the landscaping are pounding on the front door to let them in [...]
The Collectible Dust
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 [...]
Maybe This Time We'll Win
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 [...]
