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If's, 200 years from now...


oh, please. I'll take cataclysm in the plural over singular

any-day


If's, 200 months from now

681 bones a monthly, with 43% prescription coverage

maybe

If, 200 weeks from now

Chainey Country Suction Cup Forehead Button






Q-ball Mother-in-Law Lounge, New Orleans



if, 200 days from now

I was in Baja, petting calf suckling whales

best finish painting these houses before the stout brave courageous

rebuilding new orleanians...

If, 200 hours from now

the van's still running - on three cylinders, its 93 degree's, that's 7 days

work enough to send film to the lab and recombine my pictures into what

I thought I saw - that hour, of work at my leisure, involving a long clear table,

scotch tape, and joinery - is absorbing and satisfying in its simplicity and

reward - visual chronicle - the camera's reducing power used in resolution

of my time and place not dot com - hand made




The Mother-in-Law Lounge with Wax Ernie K-Doe May 2006




If, probably, 200 minutes from now, watching at the grocery store

kindly queen of the rubber fatigue-mat Save-A-Lot! cash register-ess

renders a ben franklin from my precious dwindling gang of 8, now seven

I meant to get out of there for less'n'40

71, with my discount card, sort of like watching a noose

tighten - "tallest thing I climb's a bar-stool"

said the bricklayer, knee's to the ground, recalling

a three story fall 15 years ago

"saw my life pass before my eyes"

we were discussing the work I was doing


scaffold plus ladder =


those kneepads of his / definition of grounded

I heart creole shotgun houses

one story, for one - ben franklin's an A.J and change now

the things I'd do and how fast, in 200 seconds or less

if the denominator 7th president could take it personally

Based on photographs taken at a construction site in Avalia Beach, California, 1999, a town under excavation for a court ordered environmental remediation project after
decades of toxic groundwater contamination by Shell Oil,
A CONSCIENCE-FREE WORKPLACE.
And on Coffee, "13" and unfiltered Camels consumed at Jalama Beach Park camptable #51.
Thanks to my current supervisor Lester who's pre-employment screening consisted of asking could I pass a drug test. I said yes and passed.


P U B L I C A T I O N S

©2006 Chris Sullivan Founder Editor Publisher
732 a Frenchmen St New Orleans La 70116 thingnamer@gmail.com



CURTIS SELLING DIMES WORKPLACE
THIS IS A SHELITA SAYING IF I WAS HER MAN
I'D BE HOME BY NOW WORKPLACE
THIS IS A SHELITA CALLING ME BABY AND MAKIN
ME A DRINK WORKPLACE
THAT WAS A FLORESCENT SKINNED LIGHT-BULB
EATIN BANAL RETENTIVE OFFICE MANAGER CREEP
WORKPLACE. WHO I STILL WISH I HAD TOLD
TO eph HIMSELF WORKPLACE
THE SOAP SELLING MARKETING VP WHO SAID
I DIDN'T HAVE TO GET ON MY KNEES FOR HIM
KNOW WHAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID TO THAT
NAPOLEON COMPLEX WORKPLACE THAT WAS
A FERMENTED JUICE BOTTLES EXPLODING WORKPLACE
THIS WAS A JUST LIKE HIERONYMUS BOSCH GETTING
EVEN WORKPLACE though IT WAS ALSO
A HANDSOME YOUNG HAROLD EXPLAINING
- I prefer OLDE ENGLISH 800
WORKPLACE

































Jose F. Reyes was the dumper of at least one million bloated bottles
of fermented juice at the Odwalla Warehouse in San Francisco
for the years 1994-96. Standing at a crude stainless steel sink on a
cement floor and manually de-capping each bottle to recycle the plastic, surrounded by pallets stacked with crates full of oozing, smelly and exploding pints of juice: rivulets of carrot slime moving slow as magma to merge with syrup streams of Ambrosia, Blueberry Fruit Shake, Mango Tango, Orange Juice, and the green of the mighty Spirulina drink; some days such a volume it wormed out of the warehouse, through the parking lot to drip into the gutter and fill the drain on Beacon Street in South City.

Man called Boss thinks my name is When

Soon as I get out of the Can see

I ain't no jerk I save it up for work

Shitting on company time

Shitting on company time

Shitting on company time

Shitting on company time







THIS IS FATHEAD CHECKING HIS WATCH AND SAYING
15 CENTS A MINUTE WORKPLACE THIS WAS A THURSDAY MORNING 8-10 A.M. IN SEA-CLIFF HOMO-EROTIC OB-JECT OF A PAYROLL ENTRY WORKPLACE WITH COFFEE AND ALMOND CROISSANT A QUICK LOOK AND FILCH SNACKS FROM THE BULK-BINS WORKPLACE IT WAS A MOVING SUB-ZEROS 5 BILLS A WEEK WORKPLACE A ZACK DRINKING TOO MUCH COFFEE PRETENDING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK DRIVING A BIG BOX TRUCK ON I-80 WORKPLACE THAT WAS A QUIET FRAGRANT POWDERY CLOSED STOREFRONT FULL
OF HERBS ON CABRILLO X SAFEWAY TO BAG IN MEASURED 2 OUNCE QUANTITIES CAJUN SPICE BASIL SENNA LEAF TARRAGON VANILLA YOHIMBIE THEN STAPLE AND LABEL WHILE THE PUBLIC RADIO QUOTED BUTROS-BURTOS  BUTROS-BURTOS  BUTROS-BURTOS GALI SORRY ABOUT BALKANS STORY I'D TAKE A BREAK AND WALK ONE BLOCK TO GOLDEN GATE PARK AND WATCH KIDS AND MOMS AND THINK 26 HOURS A WEEK I'LL LOSE MY MIND IF ONLY I WAS SOME 62 YEAR OLD AUGMENTING HIS SOCIAL SECURITY THIS WOULD BE GREAT BUT I'M 35 WORKPLACE







THIS WAS A 24 STEPS UP TO A SECOND LANDING DOOR
I PAUSED EACH MORNING BEFORE UNLOCKING TO
THINK I LOVE THIS PLACE DO I REALLY GET TO WORK
HERE IT WAS LIKE A GOOD DREAM I COULD ORDER
THE CONTOURS OF TO MY OWN LIKING WITH 2400
SQUARE FEET OF WINDOWS TO VIEW FREEWAY JAMS
I WAS NOT IN ON ONE SIDE OR TO TWIN PEAKS ON THE
OTHER ONCE I TOOK THE PHONE ON MY BIRTHDAY
AND WATCH THE NEWS I HEARD MY HOME WAS BURNING RED CROSS GIVE ME THREE BILLS FOR CLOTHING SO I WENT TO ROSS AND GOT A 20 DOLLAR PAIR OF NIKES CALLED SWEET LOUS SIZE 15 I'D LATER WISH I HAD BOUGHT FIVE PAIR OF MAYBE TODAY I'D HAVE ALL OF MY TOES





Young Ryan Brindle is merely a natural
tough wiry squinting whippet from Ohio
Speech reserved for what is essential

- Anything that grows ought to be legal

Economical about everything, eagle eyed for one stone
two bird propositions one morning silently clearing his throat
and gobbing a pigeon, easy, from 10 paces because

- It was about time something like that happened

I see him as the dire cynical corporal from war movies
a devout made in the usa harm removing machine
and squad savior routinely, but do not mention
the contemptible buddy wasting captain, its his job
delivering merchandise refrigerators to supermarkets
work just bad enough they give us trucks to drive home
so we'll come back for more
piped in soft rock pathetic songs
that deliver all of us to the fried things
even me and Ryan who have seen and smelled up close
the tallow trucks and men in manager pants with bitter
ruined in the late 20th century food chain store faces





My name for the warehouse manager - and sociopath tormentor
of Jose F. Reyes, the Odwalla Juice Dumper - was El Dolto.
It always looked like, turning a corner to encounter him, he'd just
finished furtively munching a bite sized rodent - I sensed the waft
of a reflexive wipe of red dribbles off his chin - but not the malign
idiot grin, unable to suppress its giggle.





Anyplace the Alamo is three blocks
from the bus stops alright by me
In San Antonio Harry give me a job
working on billboards and some advice
he was talking Roofin Mudjackin Housemoving

You don't want to do that Son

Moving the house you get cut in two
what good then is five dollar an hour gong to do

Up on the roof you start to slide
still feel like tradin 7 dollar for your time

Mudjackin the house slips and you get crushed
that 10 buck an hour don't add up to much

Lookin for a job you got to keep watch
them short term occupations
can land you in a pine box














THIS WAS A FOUL HYPER LITTLE WIRY TAPE AND FLOAT
DRYWALL GUYS TIN BLARING CLASSIC ROCK SHOCK JOCK HATE SPEECH FOR BREAKFAST RADIO WORKPLACE FUCKIN THIS AND FUCKIN THAT BUT THEN THEY'D LEAVE AND I'D BE IN THIS WAN WWOZ-Y WINDOW LIGHT PLACE OF DUSTY CYPRESS FLOORBOARDS REFURBISHING WALLS IN WITNESS OF NEW ORLEANIANS AT HOME SINCE 1856 FOR CASH PAID IN FRIDAY BEN-JEEZ
PAINTING BASEBOARDS TO CURTS VOICE SAYING 
LONG AS ONE BRISTLE ON THE BRUSH IS WET YOU GOT A LINE
WORKPLACE UNTIL SHRIMP GOT UGLY ON A DEMO JOB
SAID THE NEXT TIME I WAS LATE I WAS GONE JUST LIKE
MAURICE? IT WAS 8:19 12BUCKNHOUR A.M.
I MISS YOUNG MAURICE EVERY SINGLE DAY WHY DIDN'T ME AND HIM START OUR OWN BUSINESS WITH THAT BIG BLACK CHEVY TRUCK OF HIS FATHER WAS MAURICE SENIOR, WHO DIED OF HEART ATTACK THREE YEARS AGO

MAURICE WOULD OFFER ME JUNKY PENNY CANDIES HE
ALWAYS SEEMED TO HAVE POCKETFULS OF AND WHEN I SAID IS THERE A CONVENIENCE STORE IN YOUR FAMILY? HE GRINNED AND STARTED TELLING ME ABOUT IT WORKPLACE






Jordan Davis Poem 913


Things I do on the Side by Archemephelon / aka ROBERT SEVEN


Jimmys on the back porch swingin on the swing
Mommas in the kitchen makin bread
I'm in the closet with a ball of string
Just trying to get it wrapped around my head

Leave me alone I'm in my own home
Don't you call knock or ask me why
I do the things I do
I do what you do too
These are the things I do on the side

Billys in the garden pullin up weeds
Sisters in the john she's gotta pee
I'm out on the front lawn naked as a bird
Just waving at everybody I see
So leave me alone I'm in my own home...

Well babys in the playpen going goo goo goo
Uncle Joes passed out in his chair
I'm up in the attic with a jar of pickled eggs
Rollin around everywhere

Turned on my tv saw people lobbing bombs
Thought I might just lob me one too
So I crawled out my window
in a pretty summer dress
and I lobbed that old tv off the roof

Leave me alone, I'm in my own home...



MP3: Robert Seven Sings




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