Thursday, February 5, 2009

whooooooooooooooo who who

still anxious, waiting on the stimulus. 13000 nyc teachers might be minus employment. this means the un-tenured, the "new" kind of teacher. and other kinds as well.

a panacea? maybe. i purchased of montreal tix for their upcoming show at music hall.


ariel pink and the vivian girls!!!!! a tour!!!!!

for you, because i am concerned. you don't sound soo good. the gift is a poem by mr shinoda and ms browning:

The Blowing Versa (II Fucking Space)

India stepped out

The parking lot was long and cold

She pulled a shotgun from her purse

Listeria in the lights

Your name flashing
I take out the trash. Encephalic
men flipping meat, clowns
on the weenie wheel

You are damn

Enormous and I

am small. Inside your inhalant arias

conjoin, then separate. This the pattern

Browning, the casino
wolves buckled into the ship, shedding into the wind

Deep echoes, splinters
I sleep in the rain, over the covers

In me, warm goo
Final likenesses mopped. Children in case

Monkeys, urchins, elephantastic

Tell my story backwards, legging
the edges when middles
Midwives elevating the chimney. Saturn is fucking

I have not seen since Hawaii

Infinity of circles
stacked atop varnished wood. A soldier’s wonder
and coincidence

I sink seawater into a pitcher of Bud Light
Hegemony, the way I pronounce it
makes money. Big building

Dropped by aliens
Lanes I will see you

brrrrrrrrrrrrr, its chilly again.

1 comment:

Gregory Bem said...

She won't need to pull a shotgun from her purse to feel that it's warm outside tomorrow, at least in the Northeast, at least two hours south of NY, though perhaps it's colder up there in NY, where the water wraps like a blanket, or like a purse holding a shotgun.