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21 August 2015
"Mere Nola got me. It's the first poetry book in a very long time I read cover to cover and felt bad that it didn't go on. It's a hell of a book, memoir, diary, journal, told with perfect pitch, great ear, perfect spoken Ingles. Tremendous writer, truly, master of the new Nawrleans lit, if not a chef d'ecole."
-- Andrei Codrescu
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There Is A Foot on Geary Street
It's in the Muni bay in front of Martell's Liquors at 20th Avenue; these pictures began in 1987 and end 2003. The last time I checked in 2011 it was still there, collecting its whathaveu. Nathan tries to correct me that Geary is not a Street, but a Boulevard, and a Grand one at that - its mail codes go from 94108 to 94121. But "there is a foot on Geary St." was the mutter that directed me to click my shutter the first time (after three years of notice) and this is what I mean by Language Photography...I recall my mild concern in 1997, when it was marked with orange paint as a defect to fix by a public works employee, but they never got around to repairing this impression made by a shoe cast in wet cement.
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Corners and Napkins |
in the end a pen takes to brick and flails
in the beginning, next to portions of four bricks
is a filthy paper waiting thumbnail, a napkin
chats about waiting in chairs at a reading to hear
then, turning the page a door slams
eardrum pulsing last cigaret looks
these are real corners you could encounter in the world
close at the scale of napkins, inside and out
what I have found, is a wave form
of course, lunar lighting. stubble of stucco -
I could tell you plenty about Stucco, but Corners and Napkins
is not concerned with stucco, some corners trap
some corners - we do not know
some corners we do, for they Deify light
lime says cool
orange invites lizards to cross
green on the produce sign says notice
napkin relieves, assures
napkin will take a bullet for the Chief
napkin signed verifies invention
napkin tapping at corners of mouth
now decide if to lie and emphasize
cloud billow sail
perfection can be routinely achieved in the photography of napkins
these resin coated colored 4"x6" papers are satisfying to compile
for the napkin photograph solicits its surface to write on and
i love cycles of perfection to ruin
some of these corners are severe
they are hard and promise it is a cold cruel world
corners you would not like in a prison guard
we like the corner that wanders for god
that cant, that wiggle, is ours
20 August 2015
I W C W I A C
I W N B D I T H
I W N L W T T C M N
Randy's Discipline
Teacher dictated the lyric to Randy transcribed it 25 times.
It was exhibited in 1989 at New Langton Arts in San Francisco,
"Special Collections."
From a collection of mostly handwritten papers gathered by William Passarelli
Including a distressed loose leaf by Randy with a no two letters alike handwriting:
1. I will come when I am called. I will not break dance in
the halls. I will not laugh when teacher calls my name.
2.
(x 25)
I heard, and became a colony of its refrain...
Chris Sullivan April 2009 New Orleans
I W N B D I T H
I W N L W T T C M N
Randy's Discipline
Teacher dictated the lyric to Randy transcribed it 25 times.
It was exhibited in 1989 at New Langton Arts in San Francisco,
"Special Collections."
From a collection of mostly handwritten papers gathered by William Passarelli
Including a distressed loose leaf by Randy with a no two letters alike handwriting:
1. I will come when I am called. I will not break dance in
the halls. I will not laugh when teacher calls my name.
2.
(x 25)
I heard, and became a colony of its refrain...
Chris Sullivan April 2009 New Orleans
09 April 2015
Set List
Foodcourt Millionaire
5 Second Rule Taco Bell
Derelict to the Reputation of Quesedilla
Just Ask the Sani-Chlor Guy
Violation Cats in the Freezer
Set List
Haz Mat Schaz Mat
1 Gloves You Kiddin
2 Particle Mask BS
3a Squint Guard
3 Careful its Hell to be a Chicken
4 Thats Just For Safety
5 Fiberglass Putty in the Morning
6 Rubber Cement I Love You
7 Oh the Sweet Industrial Solvents of My Youth
Set List
H A Z A R D O U S E V E R Y T H I N G
1 If You Got It I Got It
2 Clinic Fed
3 Floor It Yellow
4 Hollywood Stop
5 Just Back Up a Block
6 Don’t Worry About the Breaker
7 Let Me Have a Look Under There
Set List
Roadside Helpers
1 Nothing We Can’t Get
2 Uniondale Waitress Said Twain Winter’d There Like I Should Too,
3 I’m a Mile Marker 403 Solar Call Box Winner
4 Sad Little Donut Tire
5 $58, 5:30 in the morning, El Paso that ain’t bad for a tow truck
6 Best Give My Duct Tape Back Right Now
7 When My Bailing Wire Comes
8 Amazing F****** Grace
Set List
Berkeley Farms Graveyard Shift
1 You Should See This Place At Quitting Time
2 Curtis Front Me a Dime
3 Shitting on Company Time
4 Son Can You Run the Wrapper?
5 Sal’s Nappin on the Nuts and Chews
6 Pallet Stacker Extraordinaire
7 OT from the Get-Go
Set List
Mad Money Gone Bad
Want a TCB Room like at Graceland
Only Alcor Lets You Physically Survive Clinical Death
Gasoline Green Beans Really Work
Should Have Gone to Disneyland
Now That I Own Some E L I X E R
Set List
The Filler Apps
1. Last 4 of your social
2. Zip Code Apartment Number
3. What was the name of the boy who the dog in your security question bit, and do you ever reflect that scar under his right eye persists to this day?
Set List
Laugh or Forever
1 Sorry We’re Not Stopping
2 Donde Compare
3 Welcome to Family Dollar
4 Not Like That Doesn’t Happen Every 20,000 Years
5 Is There One Sip Left
6 Say Remember and I’ll Kill You
7 You’re My Backwards Spiritual Heir
Set List
Classholes
1 There’s a Reason (I Don’t Have a Life Like Yours)
2 There’s a Reason (You Don’t Have a Life Like Mine)
2a Bootstraps for Dummies
3 Better Than You Know It
4 Jet Ski Party Sunday Morning
5 No Our In Me
6 So I Doored You
7 Try and Take Soul to the Bank
Dirtbag Probability Index
Funny Laugh Wrong Time
He Says Hot Damn Way Too Loud
He’s Used to Talkin Thru Window Holes
Honey, I Got a Name For You
Jokes About Money
Leave a Tip?
Let Me Tell You How To Park
Lingering Eye Chest Contact
Loiters to Wait Under Ladders
Really Wants To Sit in the Car with You
Says Absolutely Way Too Much
His Voice Mailbox is Full
21 April 2012
50,000 Things I Can Do Save(d) the E A R T H
49,990:
49,991:
"My Aesthetic did this to me..."
Assembly is in our genes; and now stuff is not just everywhere, its easy to get.
What expressive medium does not become collage.
What greater instrument of Collectography than the Internet, or proving ground
for the EGREGIOUS AESTHETIC ERROR?
Which if by nature proceeds from an appreciative regard and admiration and curiosity
to court and sight the Buckyball thin lattice structures a boundary the correct and
immemorial Aesthetic, with the other, cannot truly be said to harm?
Or that a right thing might not be made from a collection of these, abiding examples
of What Not.
The center image in collage below (49,992) is called Nourish, by Boyd Webb,
a narrative visual artist whose work appears entirely unacquainted with the
EAE, and says
"The wish to take the domestic into realms beyond the imaginable
seems to me to be a truly human aspiration"
49.992:
From Jack Foley's weekly Cover to Cover poetry program at KPFA
It never occurred to me the Gray Whale had blood vessels large enough that
I could swim through, until I had the experience of hearing Heathcote Williams’
great ecopoem, Whale Nation, a brilliant collage dealing with creatures who can
boast “the largest brain ever created”:
“Blue seas cover seven-tenths of the earth’s surface,
And are the domain of the largest brain ever created,
With a fifty-million-year-old smile.”
This poem, famous in England, is almost unknown in the USA.
It is read by the author.
Part 1
Part 2
49,993
in Admiration of Lionel Williams
Color Sandwich Board Parlour Book
387" linear (giclee) Poboy + Marginalia,
Commissioned and Licensed, Slight Publications
49,994:
49,995: Why does the White Southerner Love George Bush?
He makes Jefferson Davis 2nd Worst President in American History
49,996:
Just prior to chores in the Garden
run your fingernails through a bar of soap;
and that dirt won't have a chance at wash time
49,997:
Why did the illiterate Junior White Southerner have to be "Grandfathered" in?
So Blacks could be Taxed Without Representation.
Why did the White Southerner introduce a ballot initiative whereby blacks
would vote overwhelmingly for their own electoral disenfranchisement?
Repeatedly Stealing Elections is too much like work!
49,998:
Support the N A T U R M O B I L...
"Taken from the word nature and mobile, Naturmobil is a vehicle designed
to run with the help of nature, specifically with the natural force of the horse"
49,999:
Extract every bit of toothpaste from the tube by tightly rolling
the tube as it is used. When empty, replace the cap and drive a screw
through the top to attach to cabinet door for a "pull" (thumb and forefinger) style handle.
50,000: If you can't do something Nice for the Earth, don't do it at all.
49,990:
49,991:
"My Aesthetic did this to me..."
Assembly is in our genes; and now stuff is not just everywhere, its easy to get.
What expressive medium does not become collage.
What greater instrument of Collectography than the Internet, or proving ground
for the EGREGIOUS AESTHETIC ERROR?
Which if by nature proceeds from an appreciative regard and admiration and curiosity
to court and sight the Buckyball thin lattice structures a boundary the correct and
immemorial Aesthetic, with the other, cannot truly be said to harm?
Or that a right thing might not be made from a collection of these, abiding examples
of What Not.
The center image in collage below (49,992) is called Nourish, by Boyd Webb,
a narrative visual artist whose work appears entirely unacquainted with the
EAE, and says
"The wish to take the domestic into realms beyond the imaginable
seems to me to be a truly human aspiration"
49.992:
From Jack Foley's weekly Cover to Cover poetry program at KPFA
It never occurred to me the Gray Whale had blood vessels large enough that
I could swim through, until I had the experience of hearing Heathcote Williams’
great ecopoem, Whale Nation, a brilliant collage dealing with creatures who can
boast “the largest brain ever created”:
“Blue seas cover seven-tenths of the earth’s surface,
And are the domain of the largest brain ever created,
With a fifty-million-year-old smile.”
This poem, famous in England, is almost unknown in the USA.
It is read by the author.
Part 1
Part 2
49,993
in Admiration of Lionel Williams
Color Sandwich Board Parlour Book
387" linear (giclee) Poboy + Marginalia,
Commissioned and Licensed, Slight Publications
49,994:
49,995: Why does the White Southerner Love George Bush?
He makes Jefferson Davis 2nd Worst President in American History
49,996:
Just prior to chores in the Garden
run your fingernails through a bar of soap;
and that dirt won't have a chance at wash time
49,997:
Why did the illiterate Junior White Southerner have to be "Grandfathered" in?
So Blacks could be Taxed Without Representation.
Why did the White Southerner introduce a ballot initiative whereby blacks
would vote overwhelmingly for their own electoral disenfranchisement?
Repeatedly Stealing Elections is too much like work!
49,998:
Support the N A T U R M O B I L...
"Taken from the word nature and mobile, Naturmobil is a vehicle designed
to run with the help of nature, specifically with the natural force of the horse"
49,999:
Extract every bit of toothpaste from the tube by tightly rolling
the tube as it is used. When empty, replace the cap and drive a screw
through the top to attach to cabinet door for a "pull" (thumb and forefinger) style handle.
50,000: If you can't do something Nice for the Earth, don't do it at all.
08 June 2011
Repairing a ceiling in K's house, spreading mud, not exactly a Michelangelo at it, listening to As the World Turns, thinking for a full minute a character is a man called Spot ("...Spot you are one of the most amazing Men I've ever met and you deserve..."); it's actually Scott, but I have a new song to work on...
The short of it is, regarding the leak in K's ceiling, an intermittent failure in the seal of bathtub drain of the apartment above. Longer, took a trip to the attic stuffed with: 19th century sewing machines, 45 inch plasma tv boxes, a Canon windows 95 desktop computer, guitars, teddy bears, old water heaters, clothes, collec ted 1960's Playboy subscriptions, blankets, mardi gras beads, building materials, knick knacks, Ronco gadgets, souvenirs, reel to reel audio tapes beneath the close tips of 19th century nails through the roof...
And a hazard that must be cleared before the tradesman enters.It's a filthy 120 degrees, to gather, collapse, and consolidate cardboard boxes (styrofoam contempt) fill 8 large debris bags, while reckoning this labor will fill three tanks of gas, 1200 miles, so that's not bad, and then: a fancy shopping bag, Lenox Gifts That Celebrate Life, containing two large ziplock baggies, enclosing two quart sized snap lid plastic tubs (inside paper bags).
I am a conscientious sorter and certainly this attic has its share of who knows what possessions to look for. At first I thought, bath salts? Then open the other. Calcium in an aggregate particle size I recognize - along with a faint, indefinable but dreadful smell - of recoil.
Remains...a hit of nausea, and I had to take a break. I delivered K his old beautiful guitar the attic kept two decades at least, a soft white Christmas Teddy bear with a blue sweater. He doesn't know about anyone's ashes. It must be an old tenant, he says. Probably shouldn't leave them there I say. Oh no, K agrees, they could be haunting the house. Maybe you could spread them in the garden. I think of the cats who turn my flower bed into a cat box, nope.The Mississippi, five blocks away, sometime this evening.
In the meantime, where to keep these two containers? The fancy shopping bag was torn in the strife purging the attic. Not coming into my house. Not in my bikes cargo basket. But I can live with the plastic cooler under the house. A cool shaded secure chill, Someone's Ashes. I set it inside. and Tonight, I think I'm going to go... down to the river, and hope that's alright by you . . .
So, two quart sized polyethylene snap lid jars, containing human ashes, sheathed in paper bags enclosed in ziplock baggies, found inside a fancy department store bag in K's attic this morning, left long ago by tenant unknown, the sun is waning but yet bright, are you ready?
Ride in the black shoulder bag Rebecca gave me 2003 or so. Okay I'll tell you two stories, I collected a lot of fine beach stuff in this bag, from the Gateway to the Spirit North America, and once religiously kept composition notebook and pen along with blood glucose monitor. Ahh. Sorry. But the funny thing is, at the Greyhound Bus Station in Atlanta, beginning in New Orleans and headed for Charleston, I was buying a newspaper when one of its straps got caught in the dispenser and I was... Right, no change in my pocket to open it. I spent 10 furious minutes sawing the strap with a key and then ran to barely catch my bus!
You tug my shoulder. About... Quart and a half of Calcium... 4lbs? It's a lot of ballast. What about Washington Square Park - I'm not getting a clear picture of the Big Muddy. Kind of Sedimentary? This grove with a winding path to the Nola Aids Memorial. Engraved names on granite bricks and glass faces with memorial benches. I don't know what the flora is called, long leaves, purple flowers. And how about some grass. On the lawn. Bright and sunny. Frisbees and blankets and novel readings and picnics, that sound alright?
Of course not. What am I thinking?
That I met this park in October 2005 when it had been taken over by commune hippies and barefoot doctors. It was called the Welcome Home Kitchen and it was a beautiful thing for a traumatized derelict and 4/5ths abandoned city. 800 good meals a day, a place to congregate. Free peanut butter and clothes and condoms. Meals Ready to Eat. Very Nice Vegetarian Dinners. Community. Then the Property Owners got upset and shut it down after Thanksgiving...
Lets walk down Frenchmen. I'd like a beer from the Deli. And a Peanut Crunch bar I'll enjoy just for you. Two all smiles pretty young girls in little dresses and chubby arms just came in...
You like this kind of evening don't you? Warm golden hued, those racketing insects in the trees. Maybe you were the entomologist, I don't know, cicadas', crickets... Now past Check Point Charlies. One guy playing to no one, wah wah 70's funk, lets keep going. A crosswalk while we wait for a green-light. You were cared about in that fancy shopping bag, inside a bag, inside a bag and inside these sealed jars. You must have been alright and maybe just too sudden or much for someone. I'd guess you are woman about 120-40 lbs, going by previous containers. Shoulder tug to say I know you have been ready for a long time. Balcony Music Club - Sunny Side of the Street.... We wont go down Decatur! Left along the Mint toward the River, Right through the Market. Is closing now, just a few vendors closing shop. Would I be surprised at all to learn August 21 is the day you were born. A bantering going on. He's saying: That is None of Your Concern. This is about seeing him next Saturday. Good natured, it appears, but there's always an edge to things people say, you know that. Marvin Gaye on the PA. Why'd his Papa have to take him like that, but isn't that sweet? Now live music playing in a courtyard and when we Kiss Fire... segue into sax solo - Now another left. Smells a little like Singapore by this restaurant. The waiter is on his game and a big round table is happy. Its great smelling and eating tasty things don't you think. Now I can see the Bridge. This is going to be your view, okay. Governor Nichols Wharf to the left, Jackson Square to the right, Algiers just across the way, the Bridge right now, it looks like a Joel Meyerowitz photograph, this is really fine. She and I took our 2nd walk in Nola here. A Saturday in June. That night she went to a wedding and came back a little past tipsy. I was staying in this big impressive house all by myself. We slept in the corner bedroom. Sometimes we'd try the next one over. It was like changing sets or inhabiting a beautiful painting. She said she loved me and it wasn't just the drink saying so. Well it was, but I did.. Did you know this is where I made a movie called Deja Vu with Denzel? Yes Washington. Right across there in Algiers. I was National Guardsman Buck Private DUNN. $75 a day and good food. I felt like a dope in the uniform, but at least I didn't have to wear those silly sailor white bell bottoms. Sure I had a back story - its a little grim for right now though. I'd board the Ferry with a few dozen sailors, we were going to New Orleans on leave to Mardi Gras, so we were supposed to be uninhibitedly happy... There's be an explosion set off by a terrorist to sink the Ferry. They told us the splashes would be added digitally in Los Angeles. Yes, I did, and Denzel gave me the Stink Eye for staring. Oh he is definitely a lot of charisma. So lets do this. I'm climbing down the levee over these rocks. its great being able to walk and balance and hop and carry you. Now there's a little sandbar. I'll put my feet in the water. First Jar. You are a cloud of powder drifting away from the scatter. You are a white plume in the water. You are sinking and filling in the ridges of sand. Now I'm walking a few yards away in the direction of the Bridge. You are another cloud of powder drifting away from the scatter. I've tried to throw you farther. There's a young man stacking or writing with rocks on the sandbar. A couple walking along the Levee. A man sitting up there saying Last week the water was this high. Pointing to where he sits. The young man with the rocks says it can go down fast. Yeah. Pause at the trash can. I'll keep these jars. Rinse them and keep my mother of pearl shards. If you don't mind. Walking back. The band is playing Chaka Kahn. Tell Me Something Good.
22 August 2007
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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