Monday, March 23, 2009

Anthropomorphizing Brinkley

I ate my dog food.
Transitory are life's treats.
Now I lick my balls.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Everyday the End of the World

Outside the children play a game.

She whispers -
Rightthere
Butonlyoucanseeit
He will not come back.
Hold for a moment.
  cherish what is fleeting
Pray for a Forever.  Where this can last.

Outside the children stare into the Sun,
To see who will go blind first.

Friday, January 23, 2009

5 Princesses Dance at the Cross Bay Station

When does the princess become a queen?
When does she blossom?
When does she burst into flame?

The 5 boys dance for each other.
For their own amusement
enjoyment
and love of life

50 people quietly wait for the train
25 for the sea
25 for the island
45 stare at the boys.

Plebes basking in the light of royalty.

Instantly recognizable,
the divine touch,
that science has yet to define,
resides within them,
They are above us.

45 Plebes stare as Princesses invent a world.
We are not noticed
Nor should we be.
They dance in a separate realm that only seems to share our dimension.
We are grateful for the glimpse.
O How they shine.

The 5 boys twist and hook hips
Wobble Legs
and Fast Vogue Hands
They mime and mesh styles
Caribbean Parade, Break-Dance, Madonna
I'm not really sure how they do it.
Or what IT is.
But It's fascinating
enthralling
intoxicating
In proper attire these Princesses could make a Plebe forget himself.

And a strange thing happens.
For the 1st time since the fad began
I see boys in tight jeans and I don't think
"Idiots"

No

These Princesses make it look good.

These boys inform me in no uncertain terms that
I am old
I know not of which I speak
Behold the youth
The tide comes in 
Destroys my sand castles
And now new minds create.

I thought they were wearing tight jeans and sneakers?
I was wrong.
They were wearing ballgowns.

The 5 boys dance
and Dylan is just another name.
if you have another song to sing sir
go ahead and sing it.  But please keep 
it quiet.  We rented this dance hall 
after-all.
and Bowie was just a fake
or a sell-out
Either way, his sun set
and he'll never get 
to take it back
Lennon's just lucky they never got their hands on him.
Hip Hop's just an institution.
And Mick and Janet are so fucking deluded
the 5 boys just pity them.

And I'm just a plebe.
I never got invited to the dance and I never will.
The tide rolled in
The tide rolled out
And now I keep time 
With the sea-anemones.

But just before I got swept away.

Somewhere between the bottle and the field.

I was given a glimpse of the days to come.

Of 5 boys dancing

And Queens-To-Be