Aug 12 - Road Rash

Aug 12

Super Moon

Antietam

Smoke stones open to the flame of a narrow gun,
Cried eyes closing in the blast of a falling sun,
Antietam needles bristle in the step of a racoon's paw,
Fading graying rustle, the last of the uniform's law.
Determined bullets tire, dragged down by gravity's snare.
Cities pyred entire, lit at the general's declare.
They fell, they fall, they fall again,
Salted with lottery's rain.
I kneel, I call, I call again
Lock the blood back in the stone again.

Reasons for Living - July 2014

Plays
American Buffalo - David Mamet
Melancholy Play, Eurydice - Sarah Ruhl
The Zoo Story - Edward Albee
King Lear - Public Theater, Starring John Lithgow
Movies
Wayne's World - Penelope Spheeris, Dir. 
A Master Builder - Jonathan Demme, Dir.
Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction
Phil Spector - David Mamet, Dir.
TV Shows
Dexter
Prose
Essays - Jean Baudrillard
Poetry
The Religion of My Time - Pier Paolo Pasolini
Comix
Undeleted Scenes (selections)- Jeffrey Brown
Tunes
Lil Wayne, Three 6 Mafia, John Denver, Bob Dylan

Evicted

Sitting at the window of the Luck Brothers Coffee Shop
on First Avenue in Grandview Heights, Ohio
in the pleasure of absent friends
I am remembering my earliest day

warm in the yellow sun
sitting on our yellow porch
at my plastic yellow picnic table
my brother, my mother and me
eating our waffles with butter and syrup
before she has to go off to work
my dad spitting yellow puke into the toilet
I climb into her arms      she seems endless as a tree
her limbs offering me      to their own shade

she lives down the alley now with Dave and Max
(I had to get out of there for a few hours)
on the way I passed the old yellow house
newly clad in blue siding
except for the kitchen
it's old wood scorched black
from an oven fire. The siding seemed like armor,
indiscriminate, its walls working both ways:
a fire, sneaking inside, unable to find its way out
eats up everything within

Robert J Robert's yellow and black FOR RENT sign
was out front, familiar to us from the time
they moved all our furniture out into the yard
not long after mom left.
It seemed slightly like magic, our house turned
inside out, rooms undressed of their walls,
couch, tv, coffee table, desk, big wheel, plates, photo
albums, guitar, wurlitzer, clothes,
dresser, records, disney tapes, my brother
and I's bunkbeds, unhitched from each other,
arranged on a carpet of yellow crabgrass

my little yellow picnic table
thrown out on the lawn
hosting its feast
with no guests

Reasons for Living - June 2014

Prose
Travels in New England - Spalding Gray
Lucinella - Lore Segal

Plays
The Killer - Eugene Ionesco - Theatre for a New Audience feat. Michael Shannon