Babes Of The Day

Some nice vintage hotties.

It's Snowing Angels by Andy Partridge

With the air becoming crisp and cold I present this nugget by Andy Partridge, the former front man from the band XTC. It's a great little number which will certainly put you in the mood for shoveling your driveway and sidewalk. Enjoy.

Lao Tzu Turkey

after
30 minutes
of blank white
screen
I
click out

can't write tonight

so
I shut off
the
Kyu Sakamoto
tunes

pour the
beer down
the drain
and park my
ass
on the couch
with a book
and a glass
of water

smoking as
the television
glows
muted
like a
alien
candle

I stretch out
in boxers
under
cheap blanket

keeping the
sweater on
I find
the book
mark
and
open

and apply
my eyes
to
the words

I read
alone on
the couch

Lao Tzu

The Complete Works of...

I read
with the taste of
beer
still in
my mouth

and taken away
by the raging
white rapids

laying calm

letting the
water
have its
way with me

I bob
up and down

I float

simply float

letting it
happen to me

calmly

calmly

I can't write tonight

Thanksgiving
2010

Babes Of The Day

Some colorful ladies...old timey girls from today.  

Between

somewhere between

a  local jester in a jet

flying high above

it

all

I am gliding into

endlessness

with a smile

on my face

as every beer can

I have ever crushed in my fist

lies

disgraced and forgotten

but these

words

remain

on the yellowing paper

with dates attached

like

12 – 25 – 87

6 – 20 – 83

4 – 08 - 79

all in coarse pencil markings

and globs of melted eraser tracks

in between the lines

sometime between

a rabid goblin

frightening the Goethe-like children

I

sat above it all

watching the tracks on my arms

disappear into

thin air

and I realize that

I did it all for you

despite the fact that

my hand

had yet to enter into your gaze

as the second hand

slowly marched into

our history

I am failing hard here now

I am a forgotten man under the circus tent

all army green

and pleasant enough, I suppose

to the folks with

faded

sundrenched tattoos

and

Budweiser caps

upon their holy noggins

but for me

it simply

no longer

makes it

so,

I turn up the speakers

and let the tired music

enter into my ears

as I

tear apart the sheets of paper

and throw them in the air

like

a whirlwind of forgetfulness

and

bend down to tie my shoe

only to find

a face looking back up at me

with a look that says

welcome

and I am home again

as the confetti

hits the ground

all around me

Radio Show 6! A tribute to the 80's!

17 choice cuts from the 1980's. Please have a listen and enjoy the tunes. Feel free to let me know what you think (or thunked) of my choice to represent the decade of greed and Reagan.

hold me - fleetwood mac
athena - the who
laura - billy joel
sweetheart like you - bob dylan
love without anger - devo
close to me - the cure
shabby doll - elvis costello
anxious - housemartins
breaking us in two - joe jackson
cemetery gates - the smiths
don't stand so close to me - the police
if I didn't love you - squeeze
hero takes a fall - the bangles
the reflex - duran duran
half a man... - nick lowe
true men don't kill coyotes - red hot chili peppers
big bottom - spinal tap
 

Babe Of The Day

Bessie Love.

Breathing

he was

playing

Paul Simon's

song

boy in the bubble

over

and

over

it got to

be crazy

so I said

to him

dude...

next tune..

OK?

and that’s when

he went

a bit nuts

yelling that

every song

should include

an accordion

"its like

breathing ...

its like

life ...

this song means

everything

to me ...

don't you understand?

you of all people

should understand

!"

OK

OK

I took to

the couch

alone in the

living room

and sat

with my beer

he came up

to me

a while later

"I’m sorry

for yelling dude

I just happen

to like that

song

a lot"

like a bomb in

a baby carriage

eh?

"like my life

depends on

it"

I walked to the kitchen

and turned the

CD off

I opened the

fridge

and grabbed another

beer

opened it ...

it was breathing

it was breathing

Flowing Saturday Night

digging it into

my pale flesh

bored to tears

on a

Saturday night

with feedback

screams

flowing through my veins

I

gave up

laughing and humor

months ago

and so this

sewn on frown

is all I can offer

to you

take what you can

I am feeling

generous

and this is a

blue moon event

you got

on your hands

not even the music

can smile through this

great wall of

depression

 no light is

shining in

no flesh to be

pressed

and my eyes

are puffy

and blinded

everything sounds

gray

everything looks

shrill

give me some of

your blood tonight

I’ve sliced open

a nice tear into my

palm

so we can relax a bit

and share what

we can

honesty is red

in color and the

Anti Christ is

translucent

and static

watching my

every step

and rip

I place into my

pale skin

there is no love

tonight

no hatred or

middle ground

it is only a

cut open evening

that is it

and that is all

I can offer you

as the crimson

begins to flow

so damned slowly

like honey

but much more

sweeter

The Smile

she has a smile

like a ghost
who can see
its
reflection

finally