What the HELL?!


Sad, relieved to tears.

Empty, tired, vacationing.

Why Today Doesn't Suck

When you have a "show" in the back seat, you don't need anything else.

Love You Forever

What in the name of creepy-ass art?

Why Today Sucks

Coretta Scott King = dies at 78

Samuel Alito = sworn in to U.S. Supreme Court


Or, as captured in
Whitehouse.org parody of State of the Union speech:

THE PRESIDENT: "Today our nation lost a beloved, graceful, courageous woman – Coretta Scott King – whose husband's noble dream was shoved down the throats of the Old Confederacy by Democrat turncoats. How appropriate then, that on the very day of her death, Republicans should confirm a new Supreme Court Justice who spent his Princeton days eating lunch behind a clubhouse door that read "NO NIGGERS ALLOWED." (Applause.)"


Ideological Orthordoxy

distinguished powers
unwarranted conclusions
size shape and color

fruity and geeked up
genuinely authentic
lord of the county

powerful presence
attention focused on I
while I look toward you


Small Causes & Big Effects

Tipping & Blinking
Bush & Fungi
Strokes & Seizures


All Torn Up

I need to see you
Cannot figure it all out
Driving me crazy



Direct Uncomplicated Unrepentant

Arrogant notions of supremacy
In a relatively infinitesimal period
...of time

Spyholes on perpetuity

Consciousness and intellect
Truly most striking and unbelievable
Even our most commonplace of every day pleasures
...and pains

Through rhymes and inflections

Learning to maintain relationships
At points and depths of icebergs


Untitled (unless "Perfect" is already taken)

Nonlinear Runaway Spasms of Extreme Moments

On foot from here to there it happens
Incidental glimpse of your very own reflection
In the full-length window of some office or shop

You identify the image instantaneously as familiar
Instants before recognizing that it is in fact you
And you consider, “Oh, that’s what I look like”

But in that moment
It all solidifies
Yes that is you – for all the world

Too tall, too plump, too squat, too lean
Frowning with ill-matched garments
Goofy looking motherfucker indeed

Nearly agonizingly mortifying awareness
Yes that is you – for the entire world
No one to weigh against and context absent

No longer seventeen and perpetual
You ache in places that
Used to cooperate

And you speculate
How can one endure
All of this -- with equanimity

Who Wants To Die?

"...try this and tell me if you experience the same thing. When you are lying down to go to sleep, put in some ear plugs. When I use ear plugs I can hear that high-pitched tone that you usually hear only in a really quiet room. Focus on that tone. I find that it's really made up of many different tones. The highest is pretty constant, but there are lower ones in there too. As I focus on these lower ones they become more present, and as I get closer to falling asleep, they start to go kind of woooooWOOOOooooo - suddenly louder as I fall a bit asleep, then softer again, over and over wooooWOOOOOwoooooWOOOO. I'm not sure, but I think I'm hearing a sound that relates somehow to brainwaves. I can't hear this all the time, sometimes I try and just fall asleep before I hear anything. You gotta be in the halfway state."



Love You

So, how's your mother, your father
Your sister, your brother
Grandma and friends?

What book are you reading
Drinks are you drinking
Do you have enough hot water?

Can you come over for holiday
How 'bout to my office
Wanna see my body?

What is going on
Who are we?
Inseparable since forever


If You Squint...

...you can see the tulips.


"Everybody has the same amount of genius. It’s just a matter of getting the right amount out at the right time.


p.s., I just said, “Everybody has the same amount of genius. It’s just a matter of getting the right amount out at the right time.”"


More Haiku

I need a lover
To fuck my body and mind
Before I am numb

We need our gurus
Vessels of divinity
Lead to inspire

Leaving all of this
In degrees of "happiness"
Optimistic dread


Haiku One

Escape from prisons
Of the spirit and the soul
"Happy" fantasies

When lovers unite
Limitless inclinations
Come out late at night

You know who you are
A giant funhouse mirror
I am you are me

The Burden of Animals

The Burden of Animals

Heavy like something
Carried around with nowhere to unload
Except on you
(With preference to “in” you)
Perhaps the truth is forever present

Selfish may not be inaccurate
But the bio-chemicals…
And huge doses of testosterone
Provokes these behaviors: dumb, irrational
Non-ambiguous appetites

Bad girl meeting bad boy: tendencies
Behind our masks and roles
Grotesque awkwardness spent
Just desire and necessity lingering
Liberation and nurturance

A master plan shoddily executed
Perhaps an ambitious fantasy
Intellectually erotic love attraction
Or distilled to simplest terms
Just…the desperate burden of animals


If I had another child - a boy - I believe Milo would be the right name.


Racing to Normal

Toward the end of the tunnel.


Drama for Results

"Something else about the brain/body: It learns to tolerate pain to a certain extent. I am not afraid of it, just would much rather do without it. The only pain I was every able to not withstand was when I broke my arm and was in hospital. Next day, without the pain medication (morphine at the time) the pain was almost overbearing. I bellowed & cried for hours and didn't relent until they finally called the duty doctor late that night to anesthetize me, lol. (I was way over dramatic but the got results. They finally came mostly to shut me up.) Hospital employees can be quite cruel at times."

- R.M.

Cursed is the Blessed Human Animal

What is preventing us (all of us) from simply enjoying our time here (on earth)? Why can't we just find our comfort zones and save the drama and the angst for stage plays and jigsaw puzzles? There's fun to be had and we've already had enough grief to last us well into our next (and next after) lives.

Believe me, I get it. We are the humans; homo-fucking-sapien. There are complexities, subtleties, and inconsistencies, no doubt. That comes with the ability to reason and drive stick.

But, we also have the very basic responsibility to share an interesting chat, laugh until we gag, and fuck each other silly every so often. It is me, or are my priorities skewed?

Her & Him: In One Act

Him: Let's talk about this more in person, alright?
Her: Oh. Don't worry, I understand. Really.
Him: Understand what?
Her: I understand the "we have to talk" shit.
Him: Actually, I don't think you do.
Her: You're dumping me, right?
Him: Uh, no. I'm trying to tell you something important though. Uh, I love you.
Her: Oh. That changes things, doesn't it? I, uh...
Him: You make me happy and stuff. That's all I'm saying.
Her: You make me fucking crazy. That's all I'm saying.
Him: So, now what?
Her: Hell if I know.


Necessity of Despair

"It seems that two qualities are necessary if a great artist is to remain creative to the end of a long life; he must on the one hand retain an abnormally keen awareness of life, he must never grow complacent, never be content with life, must always demand the impossible and when he cannot have it, must despair. The burden of the mystery must be with him day and night. He must be shaken by the naked truths that will not be comforted. This divine discontent, this disequilibrium, this state of inner tension is the source of artistic energy. Many lesser poets have it only in their youth; some even of the greatest lose it in middle life. Wordsworth lost the courage to despair and with it his poetic power. But more often the dynamic tensions are so powerful that they destroy the man before he reaches maturity."

- Humphry Trevelyan on Goethe

Nix Mary


Horrified and saddened to tears – sobbing
But responsible to bear witness
To learn never to fail to remember
Or repeat the horrors of our disgraceful history
Present or future

Heed the warnings while never
Underestimating the human capacity for evil
To inflict pain upon other humans
From Birkenau to Darfur

There are few things more mystifying
Than a miniature casket
Like a betrayal
Or a broken promise to your God
Seeing makes no sense

Little angels everywhere
A raw, cold, penetrating day
Jesus Christ crying
No words to describe the atrocity of this monster
“A Sight That Makes No Sense”

Those of us who are strong
Those of us who are smart
Owe the rest a great deal
To carry forward
And to cry for strangers

Bed > Hotel > 17th Floor > Chicago

"In your arms I'm softly resting
Memories of you undressing
And your lips my final blessing
I never knew

The embrace that I'd been lacking
Has been found with kisses smacking
And two bodies there attacking
I and you"

-Bonnie Prince Billy

The B

"Whenever I see photos of B and other people are in the photos with her (even in the background) it's always like "B among the mere mortals"."



Better Toward Best

"I swear," he said. "It's getting much better. There's just a process involved here."

"I miss you," she said."

"I know," he replied. "I totally miss you...each and every moment, I do."

"It's temporary," they both declared simultaneously.

"Jinx," she said.

They laughed...

The Fine Line Between Genius and Self-destructive Insanity

The maddening process toward relapse and personal destruction:

"I don't wish these things on me. I wish I didn't have them," he said of his illnesses. "So I wish y'all would stop sensationalizing the human frailties of human beings."


Like The Phoenix

Resurrection from embers
Of burned bridges
Perceived betrayals
And lost contact

Cliché like the phoenix

Impressed with own powers of
Survival and instinct
Preservation meeting perseverance
Will intersecting selfish, stubborn desire

Bending realities like breaking rules

Expanding repertoire of skill
Cementing position as king
Among world-class snobs and makers
Carrying forward with usual superiority airs

I still control my world

Why God chose the Jews

"The trouble is the suffering, the slaughter of innocents and indeed the destruction of entire nations that seems inevitably to follow when anti-Semitism is allowed to spread beyond the cesspool of the mind that contains it."

Why God Chose the Jews

Help Nick Beat Tom

Republican Tom DeLay trails a Democratic challenger for his seat in the House and is viewed favorably by only 28% of those people questioned in a poll of his Houston-area congressional district, the Houston Chronicle reported.

The survey found 30% favored former U.S. Rep. Nick Lampson, a Democrat, compared with 22% for DeLay, who has represented the district for 22 years. The two are expected to square off in the November election.

However, DeLay must first defeat three opponents in the Republican primary in March.

Nick Lampson for Texas District 22


I Am My Art

It's a big theme in my life, learning about myself and being a better person. I'm a work in progress still; I have revelations every day.

As far as my art is concerned, if I'm going to do it, I can only aim for greatness. Because, honestly, the physical act of documenting the ideas that I have is no goddamn fun. So if it's not going to be great, I'd rather go swimming.


"The real sadness," he added, "is the breakdown in discourse of the marketplace of ideas."

Missed Opportunities

YOU: Standing in kitchen, making cream o' wheat, looking fine, showing all the goods, licking spoon as I'd like you to lick me.

ME: Watching you, squinting to make all your clothes disappear, wanting to pull you to me and eat you like a danish. Me thinking/hearing:

So let's do it, just get on a plane and just do it
Like the birds and the bees and get to it
Just get out of town and forever be free


Death & Birth

Claude: Rest in peace. Poor horse got kicked to death.

Mindy: Welcome to this nutty, cukoo world.

Although everything is different, nothing has changed. It's kind of like wicked magic.

C'mon Down to the Five and Dime Store...

 ...where they don't sell fives and dimes no more.

Thanks Asshole

The White House projected yesterday that the federal budget deficit for the current fiscal year will exceed $400 billion, well above an earlier $341 projection.
I was out on the back deck havin' a smoke just now and thinking how men are always so:


I can stand up and piss too; it's just a little...different.

Well, shit, dude. I was just sayin'.



Life is theater
The world's a stage
Enjoy the show

I'll be your host




Bill Clinton, 1998

"It depends on what the meaning of the word 'is' is. If 'is' means is and never has been, that is one thing. If it means there is none, that was a completely true statement."

Sam Alito, 2006

"If 'settled' means it can't be reexamined, that's one thing. If 'settled' means it is a precedent entitled to respect as stare decisis, then it is a precedent that is protected and entitled to respect."



"Things are good under the lamp. I wanted to call it Smiley but Molly said that was too easy so we agreed that I would call it Dave. Dave is the name of a friend, you know. Seems like everybody has a friend named Dave. I do."

-Roast Beef


The Last


60 degrees

The last warm day


Well, That Explains It

A "true story" one act play:

ty: sweetie, why are you doing that [putting elbow on me]?

b: sometimes it's fun to put your elbow on your daddy sometimes.

Today's Big Decision

And an agonizing decision.

3:22 p.m.: fretting for 22 minutes over whether to have Russian Caravan tea or The Mariage Fréres tea. All mate and Japanese tea are at the office.

What's the world coming to? My life is in ruins!

Today's solution is 2/3 Caravan, 1/3 Fréres. King fucking Midas in the house.




"Do whatever it takes."

- Vince Young


Yo, Where Da Rhymes At?

Uh, yes, no poems (thanks for asking though). Saving them for book. Book later this year. Book will have pictures too. Book will be for sale.

Sorry, suckas!

-Heebro Jewfro


Best In Class

Best in class solutions to leverage low hanging fruit.


Uh, shit. It's all the same.


A Chanukkah Story

A one-act play:

Ty (lighting the final of this year's candles): Happy Chanukkah! It's great to be of the world's chosen people (and the rest of you guys are mopes!)!

Anne: Yeah, great...like you needed another reason to feel chosen.

The end.