Fred showed up at the play reading sweaty and irritated. He had slept poorly the night before, and it showed on his face and his roughly cut beard. His clothes were strewn together in a way that said “fashion.” His diet had taken a sudden turn: the week before he had watched his carb intake, avoided dairy, and ate a lot of raw protein all the while running 2 to 3 miles a day. This week started the same… he made a salad of lentils, kale, and quinoa – that would last him the whole Continue reading Thoughts while I’m thinking about something else
Monthly Archives: August 2014
Summertime or Why not take all of me
There he goes again.
Into the belly of the beast.
No…
Here’s where the narrative shifts.
From Hey, things good.
To The doorbell keeps ringing, but there’s no one there.
It hurts
In my nervous system
I’m Continue reading Summertime or Why not take all of me
Yoga
After forgetting to do Sun Salutations
“I was wondering why I was so tight.”
She led us into a choppy
Mess of up downs
Legs out
Too long in twists
Too short in pigeon:
She gutted us.
All with Continue reading Yoga
What do you do
Hey.
It was nice chatting with you this evening.
Just want to let you know it’s raining, and you were right — I should have brought my umbrella.
No big deal that you couldn’t talk about your job.
Sorry if I pushed.
I work for a Japanese company sounded weird.
“I work for a Japanese Company.”
What are you Godzilla?
That’s not funny. I’m sorry. Continue reading What do you do
Imagine too again I’m old
You and me.
Walking on earth.
That’s the only way I’ll listen.
Every other time you want to bring it up.
I’m not.
I’m out.
On a call.
Working out.
Finishing dishes.
In the middle of something.
I just don’t Continue reading Imagine too again I’m old
Boulevard of Broken Bus Stop’s
That’s what I was telling him.
That’s exactly what I was telling him.
Lenny come in here screaming and hollering with —
“I don’t have my hat. When I get my hat that’s when you’ll see.”
Scratchin the pool table,
Bending over his stick like “hmmmmm.”
Serious as coffee.
What is that? Hey! What is that?
Hey! Hey!
Don’t be Continue reading Boulevard of Broken Bus Stop’s
Structured Daydreams 