when I drink beer alone
I am by myself
when I drink coffee by myself
I am lonely
12/03/2006
12/02/2006
American Mom
I called my American Sister today
the one with the horses down in Florida
yeah she told me my our mom was in the hospital
she went in tuesday but she just told me today
funny like how when I was in Kandahar and I told my mom I was still on the ship
but my sister told my American mom though
she always tells
she told me she s in and out
she told me she might have trouble talking from the pain
medicine
(what the f@#k!!)
Oh my American Mom called me today
at first I didn't know it was her
she sounded so young
I imagined her young
it was her nurse
she told me her arms were like puppets
the nurse helped her with the phone because she can't feel herself holding the phone
This is my American Mom
the one who used to hold me
the one who joined the Navy out of high school for a couple years during the Korean war.
the one who's Scot-Irish and German
worked in steel mills too
My American Mom is an American Woman who made two American Women
my sisters
she made two American Men too
But now she can't make it out of bed really
And my American Sister down in Florida fed her breakfast today
I told my mom how it's Dec 1st and I'm wearing a t-shirt in the Capital here
how the leaves are collecting on my street between the row houses
and how the wind spirals the leaves into our red white & blue sky
"That looks beautiful Honey"
It is mommy
SexiPanty $14
Marcela Rodriguez
solo exhibition,
featuring drawings on paper
and a video installation
by the Columbian artist
Dec 1 2006 - Jan 7 2007
Meat Market Gallery
1636 17th St NW Washington DC 20009
wed-sat 12-7
sun 12-3
or by appointment
www.meatmarketgallery.com
American Basement
Welcome to the good life
America welcomes you
and hopes you'll enjoy our many amenities
many of which ...
my, it's warm in here
it's warm outside
I got a tab going
just order
& leave outside
or go down the street
we're in the Basement of America now
the beer we got from upstairs
then we bring it down here
we're all loud
we're all drinking
we're all enjoying the music in this basement
everything on the walls points to France
but this is America
this is the Basement of America baybee
do you think the girls look like this in other countries?
well they do!
do you think the guys are this hansome?
syke!
America.
and hey she's cute there
and so is she and she and she
and I didn't even see the other 2 girls
at that 3 girl table
What?
just because I'm American?!
what you think because I'm American the world is under my thumb?
boop!
there's the nuke button
America baybee
I like that girl there
"dibs"
you can't call that
what "dibs" this is America beybe
oh you said "you called dibs"
this is America baybe!
maybe I should write that down
no I won't
yeah I did
sitting at the steps
I'm sitting at the steps I'm
sitting at the stepps I'm
sitting at the steps
people are waving
no one is dancing
wait
bump bump bump
bump pun ump
11/30/2006
A Triad of Formulaic Circumstance
Confidence seems to be
half genius
half stupidity
Genius may be
half confidence
half stupidity
Stupidity could be
half genius
half confidence
11/26/2006
Recessions for One
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
11/25/2006
Age of Independence
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
Fringe Age
an old woman and a young boy walk down the sidewalk
both feeling they have a responsibility towards the other
both proud of that responsibility
there is no age of independence to be found
Black Friday Happy Hour
Out and celebrating life w/ friends
the time is going fast
We know each other an extra year
each time we raise our glass
11/24/2006
The Family Holiday of America
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
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