Christmas Memory

A family of friends invited me to celebrate Christmas with them so that many of the memories I would have had with my own family I could still experience.

Dogs Me

my pen
dogs bone

my clothes
dogs collar

my words
dogs bark

my God
dogs me


Christmas Visitors



and his

friend (I know

them) came to town

to visit for Christmas



Photo Illustration

I went with a friend to meet a friend
We met for a drink and a gift was exchanged
My interests result in a book about war
Because my friends know of my interest of war
I open the book and what do I find
a picture of mine
a picture of mine
This is not the first time that my interests have scared me
And I sat and I sipped on the beer that was near me
I stared out the window my friends are right there
While they are still talking I sit there and stare
(With the sense of a scene of a suicide bomb)
(With the sense of a scene of a suicide bomb)


1300 Mass Ave

Brandon you bastard

Today I sit in my chair picking puke out of my arm hair

($3.50 pollo burrito I'll replace today)

Last night I cut my thumb and the laces off my shoes

I was the one who found the last jello shots ...

but not well enough
in your freezer


Subconscious Headwear

"Andrew, you like hats you say? And it's obvious. Why? Because you put subconscious hats on inanimate objects around your house. You make art without even realizing it."

"Corcoran, you come to my house and say the nicest things man." "Man, I don't expect to."




air is worth more than gold

water is more valuable than oil

bread has more purpose than television

friends carry more weight than celebrities

is life more valuable here than there


Curing Writers' Block

Me & a friend went to an art opening at a place called Transformer but when we got there it was too crowded & they were only serving white wine so we headed across the street & got a couple beers at the P Street Bistro when another friend convinced us to meet him in front of the gallery Transformer, but when we got to the gallery he was already squeezing himself out of the front door, leaving the picture window full of people behind us we headed around the corner and got a couple six-packs & then around the next corner to my other friend's apartment where we talked, listened to internet radio, & I took some pictures of the snow off the balcony until it was voted we head back down to the big opening at the small gallery, yelling & drinking on the sidewalk as I arrived. And there was a surprising tolerance for me (except from my good friends) because the people seemed to realize that in my drunken state I was searching for material & from the sidewalk the circles were formed & groups of people, poets, artists, drunks start the pilgrimage around the corner to the Black Cat to get some beer - where I continue to drink & yell & compliment the girls as best I can with leering eyes & a swollen tongue & to get a beautiful girl's attention I pat her butt but only after realize what I did, and that it pleased me so I took the liberty too far & patted her bum again, but this time she replies in a pleasing voice, (extremely tolerant of me realizing that in my drunken state I am searching for material), "Now never [to] do that again." I agree to disagree, bite her face as a cannibal might and say goodnight. Me & a friend head to Yum's Carry-Out & go back to his house & drink beer & eat Singapore Rice Noodles & I get up to use the bathroom & test his scale & I realize that I have gained a steady 10 lbs. a year the past six years of my life & pass out on his living-room floor, but he seemed extremely tolerant realizing that in my drunken state I am searching for material