Sunday, February 21, 2010

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Buffalo (proper noun)

No one owned Oregon Trail
except the schools, getting dysentery
to avoid typing lessons.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Frankenstory

Wow. This time Yellow and I have outdone ourselves.

Words and pacing, the ability to set the correct beat, to ease the transition from present into past. I watch this and wonder if it's better to look back while moving forward or to move back while looking forward. We moved in circles when we were younger, making stories out of the twists and turns of life. Thinking of this, and wondering if one can untangles one's self from the gyre of "tenses," I mused that maybe the past had presented an opportunity for a future disaster, but as long as I had Mr. Fusion & a flux capacitor, a giant speaker & Huey Lewis and the News, I could arrive back in time for my favorite ending. It's funny, I thought for a moment, how much we focus on beginnings, making room for their possibility, when it's the endings that take the most work. Planning ahead for the past, I'm readying for a grand finale.

THE END

90s Off, 2 More Rounds, Or: Why is the Bearded One Mysteriously Absent?

"Fell on Black Days" - Soundgarden


"Blow up the Outside World" - Soundgarden


Then, I went on the offensive:
"Chewbacca" - Supernova (Off the Clerks Soundtrack)


And then Hoffie took an epic undertaking:
"Teeth Like God's Shoeshine" - Modest Mouse


All this time we wondered: what became of the Bearded Shithead? Would he ever grace our eyegrapes, or our earhammers, ever again?

Friday, February 5, 2010

Friday

I got tired of correcting
the woman who called me Chase

(I was already her proofreader)

so I became a different person
for just this one person.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Monday, February 1, 2010

Yellow

is the Heinz mustard on the block of pepperjack cheese
my dad used to eat every day after he got home from high school.