The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. 

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

India Plans to Shoot Musical on Moon

NEW DELHI – An unmanned space probe from Sriharikota, India was sent into space earlier this afternoon, marking India’s first launched space mission in what they believe is an overdue claim to the business opportunities there.
“Kissing on the moon will be ok,” said Sr. Vice President, Dee Singh, of the New Delhi Film Academy, “Brahma and Shiva, don’t look that way and poor Vishnu’s got his head up his ass.”
China, in attempt to establish a connection to the moon as well, launched Continue reading India Plans to Shoot Musical on Moon

Which Came First the Orange or the Toy?

He is my greatest accomplishment. He’s my best friend, and I’ve known him a year. He surpassed everyone else. I can say ‘I love you’ to him, without thinking. In the past I tried to say, ‘I love you’ to a girl, thinking, I should not be telling her this too soon or she’ll leave me, or I should not be telling her this too soon, she won’t leave me alone, or I don’t mean this at all but I am going to lie to get my pee-pee touched. But this kid is art. He is a walking poem. He’s not walking yet. A crawling poem.
(written 21 February 2008)

Lovin in my baby’s eye

I know you’re walking through my soul right now, but I’ve got other things to do. And don’t go thinking lighting candles means I’m making some special occasion. I always light my 78 dollar Diptyque’s candles when I’m doing housework, it just so happens that all they had left at the store were ‘Bulgarian Roses.’

From my speakers play Glen Gould and no, the minor cords do not make me think of you. I am busy. I am getting on with my life because other people actually want me around like these mirrors for instance. Grab the paper towels, snatch the Continue reading Lovin in my baby’s eye