Thursday, July 13, 2006
FAIR ENOUGH, JOE, BUT CAN YOU HANDLE THE HOT HOT HEAT
today it is hot
we've had a relatively cool time this summer but
today it is hot
and it'll only get more so this weekend
(so there you have it... let's talk about the weather)
so
i'm moved into the new apartment but not completely settled
i believe nora will lend me a table and i have a line on a love seat
from my old gal pal Elaine. it's funny, the waters have really split
it wasn't like everyone went off to college and then bam! spread
across the world... it has been much more gradual. turn and look
one way and Aaron is in Chicago... what's that on the floor? oops,
Brian is in Arizona... where did i leave my keys? Sabaugh is in NYC
are you going to see Waits? Hawk's heading to the Left Coast.
It's as if a multi-directional Moses is leading a new Exodus out of
a long forsaken land of Great Lakes. I suppose my restlessness has
always been internal. While i would love to find out what cheese tastes
like in Idaho, or what music looks like in Maine, or what whiskey
sounds like in Denver... i seem quite at ease here on the hurt turf of
Detroit. I don't fool myself angry and say "you just don't know the city"
when people drag the motor city down. i no longer think of it as the motor
city... that's a moniker of how the city got to where it is now... I call it
the Empty City and when i comes down to it...
i won't be one to go down with the ship.
The Friars were well met over the weekend... Roberto visiting from Chicago,
Mark in from Buffalo, and Jon in from the Hamptons (St. Clair Shores)
Robert and Mark saw my show at the Ant and we drank with George a spell
afterward. My trips to the 7 Brothers have become fewer and fewer. While i
do not love by proximity, i do like to drink in proximity to where i sleep.
Honest Johns has become the new bar of record
(for those of you scoring at home)
not to mention, Darrell Griffith would go Ape! Forties of Black Label at the bar
"This land is your land"
--woody guthrie
we've had a relatively cool time this summer but
today it is hot
and it'll only get more so this weekend
(so there you have it... let's talk about the weather)
so
i'm moved into the new apartment but not completely settled
i believe nora will lend me a table and i have a line on a love seat
from my old gal pal Elaine. it's funny, the waters have really split
it wasn't like everyone went off to college and then bam! spread
across the world... it has been much more gradual. turn and look
one way and Aaron is in Chicago... what's that on the floor? oops,
Brian is in Arizona... where did i leave my keys? Sabaugh is in NYC
are you going to see Waits? Hawk's heading to the Left Coast.
It's as if a multi-directional Moses is leading a new Exodus out of
a long forsaken land of Great Lakes. I suppose my restlessness has
always been internal. While i would love to find out what cheese tastes
like in Idaho, or what music looks like in Maine, or what whiskey
sounds like in Denver... i seem quite at ease here on the hurt turf of
Detroit. I don't fool myself angry and say "you just don't know the city"
when people drag the motor city down. i no longer think of it as the motor
city... that's a moniker of how the city got to where it is now... I call it
the Empty City and when i comes down to it...
i won't be one to go down with the ship.
The Friars were well met over the weekend... Roberto visiting from Chicago,
Mark in from Buffalo, and Jon in from the Hamptons (St. Clair Shores)
Robert and Mark saw my show at the Ant and we drank with George a spell
afterward. My trips to the 7 Brothers have become fewer and fewer. While i
do not love by proximity, i do like to drink in proximity to where i sleep.
Honest Johns has become the new bar of record
(for those of you scoring at home)
not to mention, Darrell Griffith would go Ape! Forties of Black Label at the bar
"This land is your land"
--woody guthrie
Monday, July 10, 2006
another pome
a dear friend lost a loved one recently and it got
me to thinking and i wrote him these words:
i saw your stone gray eyes again
the ones that cause calamity
while you accepted your award for
being indiscriminate
mothers flowered the earth
with petals of sorrow
i looked the other way again
and thought of Bobby's words:
"just remember that death is not the end"
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me to thinking and i wrote him these words:
i saw your stone gray eyes again
the ones that cause calamity
while you accepted your award for
being indiscriminate
mothers flowered the earth
with petals of sorrow
i looked the other way again
and thought of Bobby's words:
"just remember that death is not the end"
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