26 ounces in a single draft well under $3 only a couple people in town Van Halen is here he's ruling the jukebox as we arrive a man plays pool by himself AJ takes a drag from his smoke and resolves to quit we talk about poetry about getting on our way after these beers about not much else
The Age of Independence The Age of Independence calls for The Age of Independence calls for a party The Age of Independence calls for a party w/ dancing on the 8th flr of a place I've never been to before The Age of Independence is not me The Age of Independence is younger drunker happier more awake
Riding out to celebrate a holiday of food and thanks riding through the suburbs to a turkey in the suburbs of America Out here I can see my breath in the cold and it's red white and blue out here all birds overhead are Bald Eagles and buffalo and cowboys wander along the highways
Here I can walk into anyhouse and have a home this is the suburbs and this is America sometimes we get lost in cultisacs but we take our time it's Thanksgiving in America and we are on our way to see an American Family And eat a turkey the anti-eagle My friends of friends I've never met are there and there are more on the way when all are present we begin to pray a couple people leave the room this is America any belief goes here when the prayers are over we eat the food and praise it too here in the Colonies we eat their hearts out with ham & turkey & adobo pork & squash & potatoes & noodles everything swims in gravy and sauce on my plate & down my throat red white and blue fills my stomach and makes me fall asleep on a floor in a home I've never been in before and when I wake up I sit up from behind the couch and I am surrounded by a Big American Family This This This This This this is America And This this is Thanksgiving America, thanks for food family & friends
Riding the escalators all day in the Airport of America baybee watching the watches under the counter where are we going to see art? to see the Streets Of New York? right here in America? the capitol city of the world bay-bee NGA, the Airport of America baybee sandwiches are $10 coming to you live from 4th Street NW are there steps over here? of course this is America we have steps everywhere big Ivory, Marble staircases We art walk everywhere with our hands behind our backs Artwalking in America baybee! the Airport of America Baby
rain snow or cold look out that window it's hot outside this is America Bay-Bee Coming to you live from the streets from right off the streets of America We are tourist on our own tour this is America our car is made of Granite and Marble and we have the biggest buses too we are Americans we are in America At the Airport of America Baybee
The recycling is all over the floor because there is no place for it The heat is off it's cold and I'm coughing in running pants and other clothes I found on my floor My coffee pot only makes 4 cups at a time ensuring a fresh cup everytime Half of the house is at work the other half in bed The yogurt I ate was incredibly cheap and I have eggs too I turn off the furnace to calm Freddy Kruger a couple runs from Starbucks standing on the porch people are sniffing a man is sniffing the bus stops at a light a girl wipes her eye the pause becomes a metaphor the stairs creek the roof leaks the news is always bad This is Breakfast Go America Bay-Bee!
This is America everything has a remote I wish my coffee cup had a remote I would send it to get more Half&Half instead we drink coffee in the kitchen like a family like the Bearenstein Bears The cops are patrolling outside did I mention this is America Bay-Bee? (I should have a job coming up with catch phrases for the troops in Iraq) Still reaping the benefits of my forefathers I was raised by TWO gay couples anything goes This is America Bay-Bee!
This is a true tale of American Heroism performed today by NoN other than my friend and roomie, Andrew Bain. You see, Our landLord threw out a bunch of stuff from the basement and onto the curb. This caused the trash collectors to avoid even our legitimate garbage for over a week.
Then our Hero stepped in;
1) Assessing the situation.
2) Straightening out the piles.
3) Duct taping things together for easier pickup.
4) Calling the District trash collectors for "bulk" pickup.
tires of parked cars slowly turn and slowly peel away from the curb and cold pavement street parking places are left behind for other later folks during colder months the night is winding down at not even 12 there are suddenly a lot of people on the sidewalk talking walking sirens collecting cars and people by the curb everybody has somewhere to go but me I'm standing by the subway and today 's the day I have no job life sometimes offers interesting opportunities when things from out from under you disappear before you really realize they were there the things I thought I had are gone from here and reform over there
I went to a place that had people in the yard people on the stoop people in the basement and the kitchen drinking beer there were people that i knew and there were a lot of others too but it really didn't matter, maybe, did it ? there were people that weren't there too did that matter, maybe too but the thing that doesn't matter is the thing you say when you find out the keg has been drank away
Hatnim denies marrying a girl in California I receive another, yet, another good fortune from City Lights Take-Out A man who enters the shop looking like Senator McCain asks 'how I'm doing' His wife also has characteristics of John McCain It is 7pm and I'm drinking a small coffee listening to what my boss calls 'headbanger' music (but it's actually more like pop rock) when people aren't looking I evaporate
there is no sun and the puddles stay day after day and the leaves are smashed into the ground no one will come outside to play but my feet are having fun w/ sidewalk worms today
Different States than Life
if life would be so kind to let me die in one thousand years a piece of dust of me would form a raindrop high above the ground no ears or eyes or senses to tell me what's around but even so i'm whistling to the ground side by side with other shuttles towards a splashdown ocean-puddle
Repeating Melodies on white piano keys from the old house coming apart on the corner inside students? and young adults? make their ways through life the piano stops and footsteps walk up the stairs and hall
When I walked in the door last night everyone was playing Risk. Marines always played Risk on the ship. I think that's a paradox or something. Either way Risk is very boring. They could make the game more exciting with metal figures, or sharper game pieces.
strong wind combs dead leaves from trees and onto the Spanish Steps a girl remembers poetry from childhood another girl says her favorite poets name sitting looking down the steps down the street into town I write and kick leaves beep a car brings me back the next gust sends a chill up my back leaves blow down the Spanish Steps and I write and brush a leaf from my notebook
Me and my friend Rafal saw this guy being jumped. Went to see if he was okay, and we got jumped. Rafal got punched in the eye by a couple guys. He said three guys jumped me. I don't really remember, I was knocked out from behind. They did kick me in the head. But luckily the scans show that all of the trauma was under the surface and not deep enough to do more than be painful and scuffed. My friend Rafal has a black eye. He might have to get surgery on his cheekbone. I don't have my camera. The last thing I remember doing was setting it down along a fence before I was approached from the front.
We have sat here before At this table at Cafe Mozart This is the place the beer comes in liters This is the place where Silvia plays her accordian This is where everyone can get their fill of pils Where few are on time Few are sober All are German