"My best friend the bass player had to move away in our Senior Year, right before Christmas. His dad got transferred. In this case because of the war, indirectly. But the next fall, I already had enough of that so-called University, I took off during Homecoming. We got drunk and woke up walking around downtown Sunday. Like the song, except it was empty, which was an improvement on where I'd just come from. But mainly I kept thinking, this is where JFK bought it. Down here in Houston."
He was muttering, but I'd heard him right. What a punchline. Then
"Haaa you're serious! It was *Dallas* where he was shot! And you wanna transfer to Harvard!!"
He winced, but it seemed habitual, and whatever he'd been staring at was gone, or the stare was, anyway.  ¶ 6/25/2005 0 comments

  Upon Listening To Funeral Nation's After The Battle


1

Blood red hordes
congregating
on the shores of
Lake Michigan
searching
craving
for a trio
to deliver them
from piety
and dad


2

Sign Of Baphomet
and other titles
just as
dear
passing thru the hands
of shift
workers
from magical
lands
they pause
to inspect
before
boxing
brave soldiers
all
Rough Trade
Echo
New Rose
Plastic Head
Cargo
Modern Invasion
Rock City
Semaphore
Contempo
Krone Music
House Of Kicks
Bona
Fucker Rec.
Spinefarm
sending always
sending
the devil
to open hearts  ¶ 6/03/2005 0 comments