Monthly Archives: August 2009

Solar Eclipse

1:30 p.m. the solar eclipse dimmed everything so you didn’t have to squint, so you could see hair falling out of balding men and blemishes on faces. the solar eclipse brought mystical truth and the carnival to town. a ouija board spelled out my future wife. tarot cards read my nature, and a palm reader [...]

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Hassled and Tassled

getting interviews but no call-backs. getting deja vu lovelorn thorwbacks. jetting the party earlier than i should have. and betting surely that i really could have. blasting off in my trapezoid spaceship. i’ve got a head full of Canadian Mist. a red angel and a cajun sandwich. off we go to fight off the cyst. [...]

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Flooring The Gas

drivin’ in my ’86 Ford that’s the color of phlegm, lookin’ for my main man, Glenn… ’cause it’s Friday afternoon and we’re rolling up our sleeves, and we’re rolling up our joints, and we’re rolling the dice, please… please tell me that she’s comin’… green Puma suede everglade… dancin’ paycheck paid. so, turn off the [...]

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Every

every time that you walk into my realm, you pick up the pieces of gold that fell from my jacket. oh yes you do. and you show me where to hide from the corporate piggies and their counterparts that never walk the talk. no they don’t. the mementos on the shelves and the ales awaiting [...]

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Blue Jeans

blue jeans…i sleep in them…i come in them. blue jeans…they hold my secret stash. blue jeans…hold my hands when i’m alone. blue jeans…stained with honey and resin. blue jeans…man, she looks so fine in them. blue jeans…walk me around the bend. blue jeans…fading and ripping and dipping me into a blue lost soul snug onto [...]

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Fashion Show

i returned for a token Eucharist during the Christmas guilt trip, for it was hard to attend during that college year when i launched religion to the skyline so it could be shot down like a clay pigeon…i saw the Bible as a text of magic shows where the invisible string was made of dollar [...]

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