plastichappy

long time toads
transformed by a spell

statue of a man
once a god

decades of broken wings
blown to the ground

a thousand thieves sinking
no trace into the night

the marks of the war
for love
kill or be killed

"hold me"
he tries
she tries
to say
"i am my underneath"
in a red puddle
between distant shores

the constant motion made my skull spin
1000 negativities trapped inside 1 YES
life now with water ballooning both my lungs
the earth looks just like sky from way down here
a curse on all Warmongers
they never taught me how to fly... just spoke again:
love is for heels
love is for heels
love is for heels
my mouth expelling like a river
i'm a statue called Achilles
astride a golden fountain... sunflowers in my eyes
they splash they leap they swim they slither
i've turned them all to toads

it's warm again in november... always makes me nervous
clinging to the last breaths before the flood
blue and gray clouds converge to make winter
detroit never cools the blood
had some times with friends and relatives
sang some songs in bed
ate some turkey with some gravy
should have punched a Puritan instead

well i'm back from the whirlwind weekend
my brother got hitched on friday. great
ceremony conducted by my brother jim.
low-key good times were had at the
reception (except for my sister who drank
bottles of wine, danced up a storm and
threw up in the car... her good times were
much better than low-key) also had a nice
saturday brunch with friends and family.
nora was able to attend and had a nice little
time. then saw inherit the wind on the
evening of saturday. i really want to buy an
eskimo pie from Fiandre!
oh! i also saw Walk the Line! nicely done...
phoenix and witherspoon carried themselves
well.
have been hold up at the livonia zoo watching
the animals and season three and four of
Homicide: Life on the Streets.
i think baltimore would be a cool place to live

so this is and old picture of myslef in the role of Pronos in and they put handcuffs on the flowers at the Zeitgeist. i've been trying to post several pictures of the ohia nephews and this danged brain-box won't let me. so i just grabbed this picture and it worked... so... it's not the blog people... it has something to do with those pictures of the little rascals... now my skull and fingers are wandering and nothing but jelly is coming out! what!?!?!? the air is crisp... i'd like to eat some tacos

Sam's Barbershop occupies a small area on the
second floor of the Dime building. i had been
overdue. i could put my hair into a ponytail for
crissake! 580 Memories is always pumped into
the serene little getaway (today featured Sinatra,
Dean, and the original version of Running Scared--
don't know the singer) Received a wonderful haircut
complete with straight razor and hot towel... all the
while getting an excellent shoe shine.
it is little things like this that make life worth living

Sam is a GEM

closed The Dead Eye Boy over the weekend. a truly
tremendous experience from top to bottom. Good
crowds and some really spirited shows for the final
go around. the BreatheArt people are really great.
Demetri gave me a book on closing night: The Stories
of Breece D'J Pancake. have read the forward and first
story "Trilobites" i am so far amazed! Breece killed
himself in 1979 and this small collection of short stories
is all that remains. i have been delivered another
beautiful voice!

terrific time last night. had dinner with nora in ann arbor then met up with hawk and his buddy phil at the Michigan theatre (last time i was there was for the premeire of Fading starring Johh Hawkinson Jessica Cloud and Myself... or was it the Vanishing? "we'll make eggs, do coke") for the jeff tweedy solo show... Tremendous. his drummer opened with a percussion set and then tweedy took over for some brilliant laid back heart felt acoustic action... can you handle the hot hot heat?!?!? truly a Silver Cloud of an evening...
i then awoke to THE CITY OF IDIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
detroit re-elected mr. kwame kilthecitypatrick. as astonished as when the international thug george W regained power! America has a love affair with Idiots!
we need a hard rain to wash the filth from our city offices and make us clean again.
maybe it would be safer in France right now

When will our revolution come?

oops... sorry, i meant ELECTION DAY
got up early and headed down to the
Unitarian church to cast my vote for
mayor of our fair city... and i'll say it
here i voted for mr. Freman Hendrix

hopefully it all works out and we can get
that bastard Kwame out. although not
much can stop the bleeding in this city

going to see Jeff Tweedy this evening with
Nora and Hawk. should be a good one!

one more weekend left of Dead Eye Boy
having a terrific run. free time is on the
horizon. but is anything really free?

anyway... mi casa sioux indian

hello november!!
gorgeous out today
and nora said november was cruel...

the Dead Eye Boy opened last weekend
small crowds but some tremendous energy
in the room... strongly reviewed by the
critics even if we did depress the hell out of them
having a great time on stage with tamam and joe.
Roth was strong again and Chris Roady has been
invaluable as another observer and ass. director.

spent some time last sunday with Hawk... drank
really nice whiskey from dublin (Tryconnell single malt)
watched the lions lose again and break everyone's heart

my brother's wedding approaches. i'll now be the last
of the unmarried mitchells. (unless you count the litter
of boys known as my ohia nephews)
i guess i'll have to keep going to round churches*

listening to some great old chuck berry tunes right now
Sweet Little Rock and Roller

time is starting to free up a bit... would like to take on some
strong writing. must be vigilante against the bright shiny box
and all matter of dead energy. would like to make dinner for
my girl and maybe see what the movies look like again.

i believe el aventurero and el chivo have converged on san anotone
i do believe i'd like a bloody mary now
oh well back to work

*(that way God can't corner me)