Proofs of Purchase

The following thoughts have filtered from a mind that has been oversaturated with images, screams, romance, text, and sounds since The Carter Administration. If you are not satisfied, then I recommend a double chocolate brownie from Starbucks with a tall bold of the day.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Isaac Newton

The hour glass starts
Grains fed on a dare
Take truth out
Shaved down
Cool with Nair
It takes a cold stare
To block Care Bears of crystal
Rub some angles
So content
Chill off that movement
Vent in space
Once frozen
Now municipal
Pushed with a cold jetstream
Going down in flames

Father MC

A tisket
A tasket
A Gulf Coast gasket
Blown to smithereens
Drops careen off primed walls
Newly installed with dry faith
Faith that dried the people's tears
Faith that calmed the wounds
From the gales whipping the Mississippi jellyfish
Aunt Katrina's mean old death wish
One night, BP fishes for trouble
Invites Vanessa over, a jeopardy double
After the Saints marched in, riding Colts
Filling the house with hurricanes from yours truly, Pat O'Brien
Hand grenades lobbed with heat
A Bourbon Street swap meet
Cupid throws drunk stars
Nessa opens up too far
Start to kiss men
Staining up salt beards
Before they hit bars
They were it
Her palms of oil said so
Men run to kiss Vanessa back
She's it
Then she runs to kiss Obama
He says nope, I don't drive anymore
Vanessa still has it
Swamp folk got it again

Monday, May 24, 2010

A Tale From Gizmo

I dip, dip, dive in
Kick my legs five feet
I pull, pull down there
Push my feet one inch
Liquid glass cream
Soaking up stones and shells
Punched by bright light
Iris out, shark I see
Slip in, cave one
Cavern two, door three
Three, a small crowd
Real strange company
Twist left, lunge right
Smell sweet, cocoa leaf
Brown hot pebbles
Soft, then real clingy

Mikhail Phruschev

I snuck into the tent at Bryant Park
I used to love Coca-Cola
I had a long, incredible relationship with Darryl Strawberry
I still hang out with Doc every now and then
I crashed this wicked graduation party on Park Avenue this Sunday
I dress up as a powdered donut from time to time
I travel all over the world
I swim in the seven seas
I am always looking for someone
I am always needing something
I once fucked your girlfriend
I never told you about that weekend
Because I always wanted your approval
Filled with words becoming lines
Lines groomed into thoughts
Thoughts sprouting into dreams
Of heaven, by day, and by night
But it's not you
It's not me either
It's the mystery force
Created by The Big Bang Theory
A lover of omnivores
Succulent carnivores
Pasionately dissin herbivores
Who introduced me to you
How dare he

Friday, May 21, 2010

Neurosurgery

I don't care what he does
I don't care what she says
Writers and photographers
It's not for me to know
It's not for me to know
My alarm clock, naturalized
Currency ebbs and flows
Germany short sells hope
So shifting, that circle
So shifting, that circle
The politics of the street
Polymorph from stride to eye
Senate builds a brick labyrinth
I wish I could care
I wish I could care
The tour bus kicks up dirt
Crushing chalk at 75
Guitars scream with no plucks
My vocals are blocked
My vocals are blocked
I can hum out tunes with you
But what's the use
Your ears are quiet
My flute dances like that bird
The Woodman
Woody The Pecker
Sensed, Heard, Believed
Yeah

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Ocean, by Lou Barlow

So you think you're in the middle of the ocean
Stranded on an island of your own
Or stuck in the top of a mountain
Either way you're gonna say you're all alone
And I hesitate to say that you're a liar
I never tell the truth myself
But I tried to chase you down and I got tired
So I'm leaving you to you or someone else
''cause you never wanna hook up in the middle
And I'd meet you there to talk if you would show
But you answer every question with a riddle
And refuse to even choose to let me go
It used to be I'd tell you all my secrets
Giving you the credit you deserve
I guess you didn't care to lose or keep it
And we never quite connected from the first
And I wish I had a way to make it better
To rearrange the world and make you smile
But it's dumb to even think I had that power
And we haven't been that close in a while
And I don't even wanna try to name it
Explain it for the one who couldn't care
''cause all that matters is the way you choose to frame it
And I hesitate to say that you're a liar
I never tell the truth myself
But I tried to chase you down and I got tired
So I'm leaving you to you or someone else
''cause you never wanna hook up in the middle
And I'd meet you there to talk if you would show
But you answer every question with a riddle
And refuse to even choose to let me go

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Pet Sounds

A first round knockout
First time knocking
That one flopped
Out the box
A libration
It's hard to be free
Truth be told at the station
Doors closing, one-two
Integration
I write a mile a minute
Manners in moderation
3-2-1-Contact
Over heads
Invasion

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Luncheonette Pancakes

A year from now
A time left then
Giving you just one more night
Followed by one more day
We would like to live forever
But we can only walk
One foot in front of the other
One heel behind five toes
One sun shining on my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
Is in it
Take a look around
What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
I don't have to mean it
I felt that already
But thanks for asking

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Crisp Vegetables

If you thought about it
Then pantomimed it
Before dreaming of Method
You could have acted it out
At Morningside Park
To warm up for Shakespeare
If you wanted to get there
Using two arms and three eyes
Swiveled on two hips and legs
You could have been The Bicycle Thief
If you talked about it
In real stereo sound
Braced with mono from the Beatles
You can do it