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.

Monday, March 28, 2011

poetical collaboration with the artist timm mettler who lives in brooklyn #1

Beautiful meatloaf

Curated Facebook Conversation #1 Je Sk, Christopher L. Costabile, featuring: Richard Nowhere

heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey...
is this ambient
or experimental
or glitch?

cuz it could be coldwave
witchdancer weirdo-pop
I'd call it lunatic fringe Jesus rock
Jesis rawk





do you hate jesus?

only when your band doesn't rock him hard enough

do you need a witness?

i need a shepherd
i am a mother too

mother's milk duds?
healthy baby

we call her jesup roc
i call flim flam

thnx dood. love ur tapes too.
rape tapes

what's tht?
a command

to who?
a comanche
c'mon, che
ya






you ok?


i'm dead man


oh ok, i thought you were just being a dick


dicks don't hate jesus


i don't know what your insinuating with any of this, do you have a problem with me? did i upset you? do you not like me? does me trying to be your friend piss you off?


would you rather not talk to me? am i not good enough for you? are you smarter than me? is your virility tht much higher than mine? should i tell others?


does my music suck? does your music not suck? does music suck? should everyone read about john cage? would you want to tell them?


haha. i really can't tell if you're being serious or not. now i'm frightened. good job.

can i learn how to be better? does wanting to be better mean i am growing? if you are dead then how can you talk to me? oh, are you being philosophical. do you not believe in things? should i not believe in things?

is tht better for me? please let me know. i am waiting.

i really wanted to build a home together. with throw pillows and a four post bed/couch/futon. please.


if i wasn't high on pills and watching live at pompeii right now i'd go along with this blindly and willingly


but instead you'll have to make a home all by your homesome


I deleted you you motherfucker. FIND YOU'RE OWN GODDAMNED THROW PILLOWS!!!!!!!!!



and then he deleted me.
and then we made up.