Thursday, February 12, 2009

Sunday, February 8, 2009

A Short Ode to José

For as much as there is that goes wrong in this life,
he will remain a symbol, a tide that rises against pessimism.
An argument for surrounding yourself with old buddies
and aging barbacks and your mother–right around the corner.

Find someone who loves you and sleep on their floor.
On the front yard, looking into your window,
I am only slightly intrigued by the mysteries presented
in the backrooms and corridors just out of view.

I am embarking on an exciting, new adventure,
where loose women pepper the margins
and pirates are only a gunshot away.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Curses

zounds = God's wounds
S'blood = Christ's blood

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Like a Fine Wine

I find myself more frequently siding with the crowd cops.