plastichappy

sometimes the rain gets so misty a walk feels like a swim
and all the tiger fans are praying praying praying
but as mr. Lorca said:
"the sky has shores where life is avoided."
so i'll take a little break from the calamity of sports
to wave my literary heart and try to find beauty
with help from Harrison, Neruda, and Marquez...
more to say today but i beens cut short.
i'll get back to ya

psssh please

cheers jeers honkers and shouters
over the weekend the tigers felled
the bronx bombers... but who doesn't
know that by now...
it was odd working ing the shadow of Comerica Park

i was on stage at 1515 Broadway delivering clever little
quips about relationshipal superiority and the truth
(well i was acting anyway)
and every so often you could hear it:
a swell of emotion and sound could be heard through
the storefront window, through the dark curtains, and
right up on stage... Ann was breaking up with Larry on
a low lit stage and Kenny Rogers was roasting the New
York Yankees. Priceless
the next day was an early game... Bonderman was filthy
and the Tigers clinched about one half hour before showtime
instead of the collected swell of Tiger love emerging from the
stadium it was horn honking, shouts of joy, wall banging, and
Yankee taunts creeping into the background noise of play.
we close out the show this friday and saturday...
just in time for games 3 and 4 at the corner of Michigan and Trumbull
(oh... that wouldn't be a problem... i meant Montcalm and Witherall...
does anyone even say that? By the way, in case you wanted to know...
Comerica Park sits on the site where Clarence Hurley shot and killed
Drexel in a little film called True Romance... downtown has come so
far.... "What's a Drexel?")

there is no joy in mudville
the mighty casey grounded out to first
and the tigers were swept by the royals
to punch them out of first place for the first time
since may... playoff bound as the wild card

WHO'S GOT WILDCARD FEVER!!

last night after the tiger debacle
went to the Bohemian National Home
to see the incomparable Dan Kahn

played mostly songs from his new album
Daniel Kahn and the Painted Bird-- The Broken Tongue

a nice gathering a peoples partly orchestrated from Bangkok!
Ian Bonner, b. Patterson, a mystery girl named Jane, L. Chomsky (as i say)
also... fan of the game AAron Klassen fresh from standing room only
E. Broadway (dozing off) and the one armed Jakary (there's the one armer now!)

a terrific weekend... i came home from the concert and listened to Pireus (d kahn)
and cooked some delicious indian foods... alloi mak mak as Nojay now says!

saturday was nice as well... with the Closer running at 1515 Broadway i met up with
the esteemed mr. Rusty Mewha at Hj's after our shows (he's in Of Mice and Men)
had a strong time sharing our souls and examining our fears and laughing about the
old days at 3004 W. Grand Blvd... truly a den of iniquity which launched me into
my current homelife philosophy which has lasted for years now: No Roomates!!!!
much love to the old gang and for a season it was sublime, but am i ever glad to
have lived on my own for years now.... rambling rambling rambling...

aloha