December 2011
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November 2011
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“This Seat Taken?”
The track is...
September 2011
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“Tit Room.”
For a brief period,...
August 2011
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Sky-Colored
She sings the shocking blues Topheavy Grav-resistant hues Pearly underbelly Phone lines woven Form a staff Perched birds chirping Chords abstract So nobly naked Braille on black Irradiated secrets Emblazoned plaque Burnished bronze Sunshot cotton Never lost Not forgotten Jetpunctured purple Sky-colored heart So small, so clever Yet ever apart.
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Arroyo Seco
Up, up, up—
.
A few stories high, at least
Green diamonds tipped in emerald
Shifting gems shuffling sunlight
The crest of a green wave
A leafy tsunami
Tip, tip, tip—
.
The car a surfboard,
I drive through curling green
As the sun keeps exploding
Forever and ever;
I’m racing the wave
Go, go, go—
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Speed melts foliage
Dirty windows blur
The road shines
And it’s—
Green, blue,...
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Cost of Living
I’m lying in my bed, wide awake. I’m seven years old. A summer breeze pushes against the black square of open window and sends the white lace curtains drifting up and down. I’m staring at them, have been for hours. The thick quilt is bunched around my hands, as I squeeze the top until my knuckles ache. If I don’t keep doing that, I’ll die.
If I get out of the bed, I’ll die. If I move too much, if...
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July 2011
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84
If- If I could- If I had- Oh God, if- If I could reach you If I could drag you down To the hard ground And rip at you And claw at you Nails scrubbing skin Hands twisting sinew Rend you Pull you apart If I could lay you down Among the other dead Open your ribcage up Fish through the gore Find the sharpness in your heart And tear it from you Would it be enough? Enough pain to break time? Enough...
June 2011
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Church
In the eye of the storm
Where I can’t be seen
Between an entrance and exit
The boy behind the screen
Silent in my rectitude
A penitent in the pews
As a joke that I’d objected to
Slathers laughter over cues
The silhouetted heads
Of the people in the stands
Project a family portrait
And the slap of clapping hands
Soft light and softer shadow
The womb-warmth of a...
April 2011
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Negotiations
“Let me go,” I moaned
Gut-punched, fist-engulfing
Dethroned by cronies
Holden’s phonies
Blackberries a-pulsing
It’s hard to look up
When you’re still the low man
Kids getting older shudder
Coldly calculating
Awaiting blowback
Let your embers rise
In blackness, on hot wind
Cash crops reaped
The tactless creep
Trackless towards the top ten
Big...
February 2011
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Dear Lucy
-Falling out between Jerry and Sasha could happen anywhere, not just on campus green. Brainstorm alternate settings…something MEANINGFUL! Not just a twist.
-In general, look for settings or action that illuminates relationship…see the screenplay as a medium that does this well.
-Kerri=too sarcastic? Want to be likable, but must stay true to character. Also, still needs to incite Jerry’s big...
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“Rap Is A Glass.”
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Another rap...
January 2011
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When The Music Swells
If the only true feeling
Is something good ending
Then what’s got me reeling’s
The thought of my spending
Every quarter I have
Just to check the connection
Only seeing things whole
In the phone booth’s reflection
Digesting their movies
Taking life as a tablet
I can hear music swelling
I’m crying by habit
But I’m not operator
And the lines have been crossed
Tell me, who am I speaking to?
What does...
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“Humble Pie.”
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Production value...
December 2010
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And It Goes Like This (A Fable)
The next time you are at the beach, stand at the very edge of the water, where the waves bite at your ankles and dig little holes in the sand beneath each of your toes, and gaze out across the great, gray plane of the ocean. Stare at the horizon, squint, strain your eyes as hard as you can, but still you won’t see it. You may think you have seen it, but you will soon realize with disappointment...
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“Stay Frosty.”
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Loop is from...
November 2010
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“First Light.”
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Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas
Where white tigers roam
The streets of Paris and London,
And medieval England,
Stalking crosswise
Amidst the smoke
And keening whores.
Hail the lord of lost wages
New York, New York, New York,
God of the casual and obsessive
Who burn away in pink and green flashes.
In a land of men disarmed,
The one-armed bandit is king.
Theirs is not a quiet desperation;
It mouths and...
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The Show Must Go On
In the darkness of the amphitheatre, the Everythought was abuzz. They had expected the separation to be traumatic, of course, but they had not expected this.
They watched as Unit Cygnus X-1 threw himself against the steel walls of his ship. Peering out from his eyes, feeling from within his body, they observed with concern as he moaned and screeched himself hoarse, flopped about on the floor,...
October 2010
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“Mike Check.” In case you...
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“Soldier On.”
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A lyricless demo...
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Trametes Versicolor
The spray-foam fungus
That sprang from the cleft
In the dead poplar’s trunk
(that toothly stump had withered,
ached, dried and split)
sputtered,
sparked,
flared to life orange and fluorescent,
flickered,
devoured,
grew and paled,
became a silver crown,
a frozen flame,
searing,
filling,
healing the wound,
a white flame atop a torch
passed from one ancient life
to the next.
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The Queen, The Duke and Their Shadows
Time was getting short; Sam could sense it.
He felt the heat like a living thing in the air, crouched, another of the jungle’s innumerable predators. Sweat clung to his bristled mustache and glistened on his bulging arms, which sprouted at the shoulders from a filthy khaki vest. He was short of breath often now, and hunger pains had become a familiar presence. They were comforting in a way, he...
September 2010
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The Moment
When they put her white coat on her
Fat lapels, long and gleaming
When they let her talk a moment
Then ushered her past the scepter
And the podium, after the speeches
When they moved on to the next one
We gasped and clutched and muttered
“That was it, now’s the Moment”
And I fumbled for the camera
Snapping off the lens cap
Like an inexperienced hunter
And we clapped and cried and wondered
If that...