i'm on an asian urn

"'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'"
- John Keats, "Ode on a Grecian Urn" 1819

toubab krewe at winston's

great show friday night, check them out if you like to hear guys play stringed gourds and logs.

exactly as i found it

here they come, the new arrivals
ready to lose a little bit of their innocence
ready to be free --

thrift store in north park 9/30/06

see it

please share my umbrella

someday my name and hers are going to be the same

kali yuga

these hands of invisible organic forces
are pushing and pulling us

the germ of transcendence is always within us, at least

three colors

not longing haiku 41-48

without tomorrow
should i save or should i spend
is a no brainer

to look like this is
my destiny what i do
with it is free will

wet empty sorry
evil danced in the shadows
it was a bad trip

lucky or perfect
if you're perfect you're lucky
not the other way

everybody's got
opinions but nobobdy
knows where they come from

the holy grail is
two faces together and
also the gold cup

to sleep means to dream
of concrete & dark & tires
rest these puffy eyes

it would be a crime
to live all these days & die
without yodeling

comes around

sic balls chopper

what do you do when you're at the driving range
95% of the mats are taken
the one in front of you is not
a man comes onto it
in flip flops & a pitching wedge, drops a ball, hits it lazy one hand
turns, faces you, not even 2 or 3 feet away, straight ahead, and watches

ignore no eye contact be the ball you're not being the ball danny

he makes stupid jokes comments questions thinks he's adorable

not 2 feet away shoulders square intense scrutiny

walk away change clubs he's still watching facing, not hitting his own, only watching you

makes jokey apology for being annoying

i say you know what? i come here to be by myself & hit balls & not think for a little while, NOT to meet people

he mumbled stammered got brave said some confused shit about finding random things on the sidewalk that brighen your day still thinks he's adorable

walk away change clubs turn back to him still staring relentless

can't swing can't think slice topped ball after ball he never turns around

do something
see his head's the ball, bend knees, soft hands, hit 5 wood like 200 yards on the fly

you want the rest of these?

what? so you're just leaving?

have a good one

what? have a good one? that's all i get?

what's your name

heather

i'm james

see you around

fall has fallen

did you think those pumpkins stacked themselves?

festival del mar

without love, where would you be now?

alo