failed poet haiku
fiery red evening sky on the beachwaves are such an ancient soundwhat did my big toe strikea stone? a small crab?i don't know i don't know& how now goes the next line?wherever the wind takes me
fiery red evening sky on the beachwaves are such an ancient soundwhat did my big toe strikea stone? a small crab?i don't know i don't know& how now goes the next line?wherever the wind takes me
fade in ext. backyard garden. hot summer morningmiddle-aged guy drinking coffee & doomscrollingwhoosh! past his ear'holy shit that's a big bug of the apocalypse!'pensive, he watches its flight over the fencethen goes back to doomscrollingfa…
ah! that summer evening delta breezeblowing over the tarmacthe noise of rollercoasters & penned cowshow i love them me at this age & in pictures i stand in the framewith my buddha belly at centerwho is this old fat man in the picturewho am
the chunk of steel in the driver's side window how a walk to the snack bar is an experience of dopplered sound with each car while the crunch of gravel underneath my feet & the ambient air of a hot summer NorCal night oh where is it now whe…
where i learned to see beauty in the boxing paintings of george bellowswhere the day was bright & long & greenwhere students sat on the floor copying the masterswhere i knew somewhere near bukowski was living & writingwhere the coolest dude…
i fucking love this movie. sheer cinema brilliance by the writer/director, & film composer, john carpenter. i so loved this flick that i convinced my parents to take me to see this movie at the Sac 6 Drive-Ins [still showing films to this d…
it's been a quiet week. surprisingly. because usually the lighting of fireworks starts a week before this holiday. but tonight it seems everyone saved up to light them all off right now. as i type, with my window open to the warm july night…
in the spirit of the 4th of july weekend let us celebrate a true american classic movie. based on stephen king's short story, trucks, motor vehicles become sentient & murdery. every car, truck, & vehicle in between, turn into serial killers…
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i have this on my desk at work. i look at it every time i'm in the office but on friday i picked it up & really looked at it. the year on it is 2006. nick must've been around 18 months old. twenty years! twenty short years feels like this f…
1.second in line at the ATM in downtown bergenthe guy pulls his card from the machineturns to me & says something i can't understand--what?--oh, you are american?--yes--give me your card because mine no longer has money in it!2.it was a lon…
[i took this pic near the dumpster located behind my local Safeway among dozens of other LPs scattered about the lot. i took a few more photos of these records but this one, Bakersfield '63, really caught my eye. it is an obscure record for…