by John R and Ray W (J and R are sitting in comfortable chairs. J has the remote and is looking for a baseball game on TV, going through other non-baseball channels quickly.) R: Right? But then you’re like, we got Pedro goin’ tomorrow against Clemens and we’re gonna win this one. And then Pedro’s … Continue reading Two Guys, Two Games—Act I
Watching Twin Peaks
A: You know that painting I was talking about at the coffee shop?
J: (John has a quizzical look)
A: Nevermind. I’ll show it to you at some point, but we’re not going to talk about it. I’ll fuckin have to write that down, otherwise I’ll forget about it. They took down my favorite painting in that place. It’s gone.
J: (Burp)
(From the television, the idyllic “Twin Peaks” theme starts up)
A: I looked up shit on Joan Chen. She’s pretty much been like a standard actress for like the last three decades.
(Both of them laugh)
A: Hasn’t done anything of worth, but ah, like, she did some shit on cooking last year, for the holidays…(laugh) I’m gonna get this out before this comes on. (laughing) Oh shit. But she directed something that’s supposed to be really good. That’s all I really wanted to say. Ok.
(The show is now in progress)
A: That’s that old lady, the log lady.
J: No, that wasn’t the log lady.
A: Fuck it, I really am not going to be able to watch this.
J: That’s…
A: Directed by Tim Hunter…? Fuck.
J: Who’s that?
A: Did you ever see that before? Maybe it’s just this episode.
J: It’s probably…
A: Fuck. Do you know who Tim Hunter is?
J: No.
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Into Eden
IWarlocks sip on potent teasand wipe their hands across their knees.As Grandpa fixes whirled peas,a moustached man decries, decrees. Wait a sec, I’ve gotta sneeze—these god-forsaken allergies—might you grab a kleenex please?It’s something in this desert breeze. Outside, it’s just about to freeze.The needle sticks on thirty-three degrees.Afresh, afresh, the budding treeswill, like peaches, die … Continue reading Into Eden
My Pet Computer
My humanity begins whenI treat this computer like a person. I restart it when it needs a boost.Just like using ECT to scrape gunkfrom the gutters of our brains. Or, I put it to sleep when it needs a rest,taking care to let it lieneither too long nor too often. Because, like everyone else,it needs … Continue reading My Pet Computer
Complaint at Age 26
I won’t liebut I’ll come closeto comitting a crime.Which do you prefer? Your happiness?Or, me honest but behind bars? A downfall is thatno one ever explainedwhy I should put your happiness before mine. Because you got me here?I said, “Thanks.”I send Christmas cards. Y’all tell meto enjoy lifeto have a nice weekendto do what I … Continue reading Complaint at Age 26
Things I’ve Googled
akhnilo
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antique wedding rings
austin “house of nuts”
aveland, halsted chicago
back pillow
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book without any e’s
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Cabernet Franc
Caribou Ferry schedule
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carnivale second season DVD
cracked feet, cure
current hit streak
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chicago liquor store
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darts
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draught house austin
earth day 2005
eeyore independence
egg foo yong
einstein’s bagels
ethan allen
farewell and goodnight lyrics
fedora nova scotia
filene’s basement michigan avenue
fish & chips
four countries quartet
galway bay 500 diversey
game scores baseball
guildhall, Vermont 05905
gum biddie
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heritage harbour house inn
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hookah 2057 w. north
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Independence Brewing
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Triage
Put down your forcefield, sugar.
I grew my hair this way for you.
Do you see the skin of which I dreamt?
Torn to and fro, it reveals pools of co-habitation.
Supplies like bread, and soda, and diapers.
I can get these things for you — free-like.
We’ll have a hot time in the old city tonight, sugar.
For which do you care more — bourbon or gin?
Don’t spin your way out of here, not just yet.
I’ve got ways to free us from this island of dark sweat.
The canoe of opportunity, carved for me and you.
This town has never been a finer sculpture of mud and chemicals.
The skies have charmed it free of its alcoholic businessmen.
Let them comb hotel-room carpets looking for lost contact lenses.
We shall take our moldy crown in the throes of lineage, having outlasted
plaided Acadians, discombobulated Americans, and fur-trading French.
Dredge this lake, and you'll know the ways of a queen.
The Feds, the governors, the mayors:
they hold no quarter for us now.
We don't stand in line for them.
They stand in lines for us.
Restless Leg Syndrome
There really is such a thing. I have it, and tonightI can’t sleep becausemy legs are all astir. Running things through my mind—a phone call I will make tomorrow. What I’m turning downis an easy answerto hated questions:What do you do?What will you do when you graduate?Then why’d you go to law school? My legs … Continue reading Restless Leg Syndrome
Plane Over Clouds
Because of the clouds, I like flying.Plains of clouds, mountains.This plane rose until it wasjust above the cover.You can’t do that in a Cessna. The clouds dune, eddy.They make a quilt, one that’s gottentoo much use, so thatfinest soft cotton purges through. I see x’s and o’s out there,the signs of love at the end … Continue reading Plane Over Clouds
America Under Attack
This is jihad, know it?Call them bastards, Mr. Senator. Run it as a headline.It’s an assault on our lifestyle. Metal is scattered in Somerset County.Flight 11, that left Boston for Los Angeles?Only went so far as New York.Flight 77, from Washington to LA?No further than the Pentagon. Divert things to Canada.Take care not to inhale … Continue reading America Under Attack
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