Hey kids and kids and kids, I'll be performing at Co-Lab this following Tuesday the 17th at 7:30! Hey, I'll be portraying Atticus the Four-Faced Man. What is that? Who can say? Got to come out and find out! To celebrate, here is a new poetry series...and a picture...of a hand!
the misfits: terrible day
Che counts one to three to four to nine
and breaks the glass in the alley with his small baseball bat.
the buzzard flies into the city and chokes.
some small vagrants wandering do their worst, ravage a business man, wear his coat around their waste, and flush his briefcase into the gutter.
Che smiles, grabs an old pizza box, causes it to flap, and jumps off a fire escape into a dumpster.
Hey guys, it's been some time in between my posts, and all I can say is, life is hard, busy, fun, disappointing, pragmatic, not pragmatic at all, and endearing. Okay, to make up for the long wait, here's a new poetic series I wrote recently in its entirety. And check out: bohococo.blogspot.com, too, because November means it's time to start posting again. And there's going to be a Boho Coco reading at Co-Lab this November 17th (at 7:30) as part of the E.A.S.T. 2009 studio tour. Cool!
yeah killer come get me,
I want my toes bitten off and sacrificed.
there is no love that is not love. no taste that is not taste.
come to me, wear your red candles,
I’ll wear my opals and my trousers and I’ll scream.
killer: third day
on the third day you’ll take me to the riviera and we’ll light tiny paper ships aflame and set them in the stream.
take me back into the wooden cottage, slay me,
drink a bottle of port and go to sleep.
a French named sing songy type
came around the corner wearing a cummerbund
and waded deep into the crowd of strangers.
if my hand is raised
take away the night in my fingers
and down down the alley go
like a messenger doused in cologne.
I’ll be sunshine
on the beach blanket.
dance in the sand
a beach a dune
too much glare
the killer sets to work and
orchestrates a volley ball match
fall down the landing.
wear a blazer.
take time to
be a bandit.
cut with scissors.
he wore the monkey suit, she a barbarian,
and they collected candy from strangers.
later, in the midst of a spree,
the two fornicated on a veranda floating in space.
they tossed peanut butter trinkets into the night and touched mask to mask.