born on this day

Soft beauty I see you clear
The bedroom fades to 8:45pm
Eyes at low tide
Looking out over a white pillowcase
I live in the crook of your hip
Built brick by word by syllable
Your hair is how I like it
No stir, not a twitch
Your light hand breezes to my side
A touch of your soft under forearm
I slide my face to you and stay
When we were apart it was false
Intertwined
Some day, some minutes, darker now
Soft beauty I feel you clear

H

relativity

P’Dtoh drives through the rain

I wander to the place
you broke my heart
twenty five years ago today. I want to know
how long suffering
can stretch. I never pondered
suicide. I can’t
imagine cutting off
experience. When you stood
at the ferry mouth and asked me to leave you
I froze upon the bouncing dock and watched
you step into the boat. Your black ponytail and garbage air
swerved songs into my head
and I ached for the piano
my mother did not have
and did not get until
I turned thirty five. I suffered through
other songs then,
dampened by years of experience.

(lhl)

to the moon

The Bucket has made it to the moon! And what is more, that also means it has made it approximately ten times around this splendid earth.



*220,000+ miles to the white ball
*23,627 miles around the blue ball

let us pray these adorable brown people can one day reach the salvation of this land and be re-born as Americans, shedding the sins of thier primative ways, forgeting thier naive pride and instead daily be grateful that in this land all are equal before the eyes of the flag.

r.z.

nine 1 one

listening to the rain last night
i could tell it was lying
and no matter how hard
my eyes shut i couldn't dream
sleep's mercy was too little...
it's patriot day and we live in fear
(not of anything real) just fear
hate breeds hate
horns are locked
spears sharpened
shields splintered
love broken
fuck you america
and your pride

--vik

a view

Pull back a minute

Take the train til the view is good

Those suckers downtown

Don’t know how the poor kids throw down

If this concrete gives out under me

The pool will break my fall

Julie buzz me later

Knock when you see a freighter

If only the rent was cheaper we wouldn’t work at all

Only help the kids a little south

Spend evenings on the roof and

Take the train away from all the dislocation

Carry groceries like a vocation

Drink wine like life is free

Fall in love, never see the sea

You don’t have to comb your hair tonight

Lipstick and blush never suit you right

Leave the pilot light alight

This glass for breaking me off a slight

Train track through the rubble of our old block

The downtown moved up town those cocks

Take the train forty minutes from downtown

We live underground, live underground

Humanista

May 30, 1969, One A.M.

I'm drunk again
Under a full moon no less
(I can feel the pull)
And Tequila no less
I don't feel nuthin'
again

I'm looking for a mexacali rose
a dark fille
out on the sand
down in the cactus
( and none o' them gaddamm scorpions
to spoil my dream)
just a soft dark belly
and soft black belly hair
under the fucking moon

Yo! Bandido!
I'm a bad motherfucker man
I spit on your mothers grave
Now that that's over listen
I love you
you smelly sonovabithch. . .
compadres smiling
In the aztec night

Riding our ponies
over endless prairies
singing and talking
and joking
backslap
good time
one night
drunk
on Tequila

I'm not a movie
Because I know
' the knower '
That's me man
the part I am
but can't seem to be
the part that doesn't laugh
or cry
that doesn't feel
or so it seems
the part that just watches
quietly
That's me
I think

Even now while I'm done in
I know you and chase you around
in my head
an eyeball can't see itself
can I feel myself feeling myself

I'll find you

You are the real bandido

and there's a peso in my pocket

when I catch you you rotten motherfucker


- George Todt

the cans are running