Thursday, December 19, 2013

All Ages Show

Go ahead and answer your space ship
You said,
My phone startling us both.
I had been ineffectively
Dabbing at the seeping gash
In your scalp with napkins.
You,
Having obviously
Enjoyed my music enough
To bleed appreciatively,
Looked around the tired
Bowling alley venue
As if seeing it
For the first time.

"Love it," you smiled.

The Song

The song turns,
rotating behind glass

a frequency ellipse,
micro-waved to the ear.

The song sings itself,
a puffed up narcissist

and presses hoping
against your disdain.

The song is a college try,
something to be eaten quickly

a glazed fancy,
its desperation made tactile.

The song is a collective,
generational howling

and you'll sing it
whether you want to or not.


Harperbury Mental Hospital, St. Alban's, UK

                It's so quiet that sometimes you forget who you are.
             

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Fur Coats "Goddamn I'm a Handsome Man!" video, featuring some of my art.