To have and to hold, every moment of living, in every corner of the world. Journals, poems, blogs, for Michael Kasdan, they’re all portals to a new world, and a new experience.
Two drawings against a wall seriously several media mostly camera.
must punt on 4th down. Must leave soon. Go drink coffee with the boys. Go Trader Joe’s. pick up something for my brother’s birthday. Nice desert. Birthday card. Ate black beans yesterday started fire in kitchen pan in flames I cool say WTF, God? Flames go down lucky kicky kick luck. God everywhere I know. […]
You Do Elephant ?? Who do love inch ?? Say Confuse ?? Whereby Whereby Dink Donk another girl get Out your bicycles mad ass her ass In sandals I Suck tea examining her coffee, Around, the blank Who say what ?? Who say ?? Another confused critic I, I I, I I. the no-choice […]
Uh Oh Sulfur I couldn’t tell whether the sulfur smell was coming from the air conditioning of my car, or from her perfume. Then I thought maybe the smell wasn’t her perfume or the car. I thought maybe it was her sweat mixed sadistically like a witch’s brew with some God-awful women’s deodorant in her […]
Chapter 3 We were in downtown Istanbul, spies pinging all among whores and prostitutes for 29.95. I had one, maybe two; the government frowns upon federal fornication in Istanbul. Still don’t have a plot. Maybe a murder mystery. Fuck this spy shit. I’m all baked potato and the sun has not yet risen like as […]
Love Poem No. 6 Where is Cochise? I Need smoke signals for I love a Woman She’s all like a summer’s day and Some heterosexual poet’s lover who Keeps a good wigwam just Kidding what you think this is 1946? I swear she’s like an apple tree and I respect the essence of her […]