Monday, April 18, 2011

i wrote a poem for lizz straight's unborn child it's called: ∆ or save 10% or the baby or mother hood:



make elaborate shopping lists for you,
translate them (using babble fish) in
to mandarin and then translate them (ag
ain, using babble fish) into french whi
ch i then translate (using babble fish)
back into american english.

Monday, April 4, 2011

SPORTS WRITING


They spent eight innings doing their best
to turn Opening Day euphoria into panic on
the Broad Street Subway. Baseball writing.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

today's big thing

i decided, today, that anything worth doing is not worth doing ________________.
this was       on my decision ___ _______ _____________. i know that you     , i as well, do
not get the j--es about ___________ and language. however,_________, i still (     ) you with
all of the love a __________ can muster for a book of things. a book of things.

please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
exclusivity is a rabid fish/horse/bird
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me
please do not make jokes about me

Friday, April 1, 2011

london sightseeing

brushing off the lower part of his left sleeve the man steps off of a train. his hat blocks the glare of the unclouded Sun while he checks with his swatch. the time exactly.

smoothing down his tie, the man clears phlegm from his lungs and is ready. he is a man, with a chest that hurls itself towards the mighty sky above.

whenever possible wear a nice suit. the suit, makes the man. the man had learned this from his mother; mothers have such a way with their sons. don't be soft. use a firm handshake: if you place two fingers on the inner wrist (over the pulse) of the person you are shaking hands with they can not over power your hand.

each direction the man turns there is another person, another after man, another, enough that he must simply look through them, as if to be walking in a city of glass figures, remarkably delicate and with a brutal spirit inside.

ignore them he thinks, grateful he chose to wear thick socks.