Monthly Archives: November 2009

the studio-sidelines 3

west washington had a name change during my absence of nearly twenty long years    abbott kinney snuck in   adding its own modern ardour to the venice sideshow       while subtracting more of my rememberance of the past    from its new equation..   the monied color smell of green and … Continue reading

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to the tune of madeline

in an old house in p’town that was covered in vines lived an arty young human adding his lines behind the face of a book he crept my hero is gone (and for this he is lost– i wonder, has he wept?) so … Continue reading

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five years-sidelines part II

watching it  from the sidelines          the LA mad poet show unfolded sailing down that generational span        between child and  young adult  i watched        with five    significant years between jailbait         and legal while the show began… watching from the sidelines       the fifties/early sixties … Continue reading

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trust to mystery

what is the mystery brought to this closed door what is it that cannot be revealed or eluded to surprises can excite     or lead to dangerous territories  you’ve lured me to before then, without warning suddenly, its not safe in your world … Continue reading

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sidelines part one

from the sidelines    she watched as earth books & gallery quietly   unfolded its soft-shelled gems to the world around ocean park       to venice one dollar  beauties    lined up         on plywood horseback  like    ancient  warrior kings they sat   reigned     then charged    into hand  into … Continue reading

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..that woman up north

*SR: And he gave me three years for the RV, three years to have my own room. Turned out to be four months short, because he got busted, the whole place got busted, and they kicked me out, the cops. … Continue reading

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is…

FUCK!                IS                        ANYBODY                                           FUCKING                                                              OUT                                                                           THERE?                                                                                             IS ANYONE                                                                                                                        IN HERE                                                                                                                                         LISTENING?                                                                                                                                     WATCHING?                                                                                      READING?                                                         MUMBLING                                                   TO                                 ONESELF              DAY AFTER DAY                                                 NIGHT                                                            AFTER NIGHT                                                                                    REVEALS                                                                                                    AN … Continue reading

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