by Joseph Portera
Personally? I blame the birds.
Last night was OK. The law school SBA had a $1k bar tab so I had about five free whiskey and cokes, although there was hardly any whiskey in them. The bar sucked. The music sucked. Mostly hip-hop. I was out there dancing on this little shitty dance floor (with a big TV projection screen … Continue reading Personally? I blame the birds.
Got searched, lost a lighter
A man speaking his secondlanguage said, "Gate B? Gate C?There is another checkpoint,with no waiting, presently."We shuffled 'cross the term'nal,winners to anoint.Whoa, where did this come from?A spiffy little joint.But I held back on trust,feared a finger at me point.The line—it's just not moving,riders with too much shit."Go ahead," says the guy afore me,"my shoes … Continue reading Got searched, lost a lighter
Hydroproprioception: An essay fragment
Having a memory of something, before it’s a memory. Not predilection, but being able to know what it is you will remember and recognizing something about your present condition, as if it were a memory. You have the sense that it will become a memory, one day, but it hasn’t become a memory yet, because … Continue reading Hydroproprioception: An essay fragment
I better bes Swprawlnn
John said, “I’ll get stoned and write. What better?” Jack said, “Get stoned and paint.” He then leaned over to take a rip from the GB. He was, once again, a full-timer. What did it mean? It meant he didn’t want to talk on the phone. Nothing new there, though. It meant his mouth felt … Continue reading I better bes Swprawlnn
WSJ #2
23" x 30"Acrylic, felt marker, felt pen, other inks, and pencil on newsprintJanuary & February 2006 by Jack Randallwith help fromR. L. Wisdom Jr.and Aron Potash
WSJ #1
23" x 30"Acrylic, felt marker, felt pen, and other inks on newsprintJanuary 2006
Dark matterrettam kraD
where is it? dark matter twinsgood where it can entropied as evil,ill will, bad mood it pushes, pushesthe universe away
Ray’s Painting 1
9" x 12"
Acrylic on Canvas
January 2006
by Ray Lee Wisdom
Message to Ray at 12:43 a.m.
Ahoy hoy, Ray
it doesn't matter, Ray
I'll just, I'll just go in the jungle awhile, Ray
It doesn't matter
He didn't, he didn't walk this way, Ray
we was at Port A, Ray
It doesn't matter
[sigh]
I danced in some waves, Ray
It doesn't matter
I'm married, Ray
But it doesn't matter, I'm married
Come walk on the sidewalk, Ray
I mean, this this calls, Ray
It doesn't matter
I see trucks, Ray
it doesn't matter
I see a sting Ray, Ray
I smoke some smokes, Ray
it doesn't matter
I just keep walkin, Ray
if you were here, Ray, you'd try the same thing
[beep beep beep]
you'd do the same thing, Ray
that's the dumptruck, Ray
heh-heh-heh!
Fuck the dumptruck, Ray!
fight the air,
fuck the dumptruck, Ray
[a compacting sound]...
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