Ladies At The Bar - 1
I see a lady about 55 or so at a local bar. She wears a jaunty pork pie hat, the latest jeans and yoga tops. She has white hair peroxided to match what…
Her lips and breasts have been enhanced - they are two times too big for her frame.
Her face defies gravity and her skin shows know signs of being exposed to smiles or frowns.
Her left hand is as about as big as a deck of cards, has no fingers and is shaped like a heart. Her hand was shaped by thalidomide.
Things To Do July 30 2011
1. Blanch Heroin
2. Hire Private Investigator Larry suggested to track down Lousy Temple and return her sweater
3. Release Lions
4. Remember to tell Caspena about Violetta’s new time travel film
5. Ghost write Charlene Tilton’s bio
6. Track down box of produce Cameron promised
7. Visit Our Lady Of The Car Wash
8. Remind Caspena of the barefoot stories
9. Tattoo emapthy on middle finger
10. Explain what I don’t know to children
gainful employment
Caspena just got a job at ira Messerbach’s Navajo Rug Emporium!
Universal Glitter Party
Caspena and Cree are pleased to announce the birth of their child - Schwarma Lagoon at 4:12pm on July 4, 2011. In alliance with anagender practices the sex of the newborn will not be announced until the child self defines its orientation.
The family is healthy and invites everyone to the Fortitude Welcoming on August 9, 2011 during the apex of gloaming - please consult the Axis Diorama to calculate the best time of arrival as all basil profiles must be aligned for the ‘crevasse of gaia’ to open.
Schwarma is registered at uterinegifts.com however donations to the Painted Turtle foundation in honor of Schwarma’s birth angel, Legacy are appreciated.
July 4, 1969
July 4, 1969
first memory isn’t of television at dawn
blasting an anthem
blazing a flag
first memory isn’t of neighborhood bullies
ripping off ROTC garb on a Friday afternoon
first memory isn’t of 400 page books on an avocado green shelf
baking in the San Fernando Valley sun
opening pages
discovering the patriotism of Jefferson, Brautigan and Cohen
first memory isn’t of 1976
Anaheim Angels parking lot
100 degrees in an old blue Chevy
waiting for the Freedom Train
first memory isn’t of pinwheels
sparking the canyon
watching the hill burn
firefighters running hoses through the house
first memory isn’t of
packed subway with Mets and Yankees fans
counting seven languages all being spoken inches from my ears
first memory isn’t of Bel Air Canyon home of ‘it’ producer
maids filling bowls with red white and blue acid laced punch
the canyon coyotes simmering with thirst
first memory isn’t of red headed friend sitting on camp cabin stoop
playing her fiddle as Arlo hums ‘This Land Is Our Land.’
first memory is walking the tallest hill of Chavez Ravine
dropping sweater along the way
stepping onto a soft green field
hugging Manny Mota because my body moved me to do so
shaking comfortable hand of Walter Austin
not wanting to let go
seeing REDS’ ROSE devil for the first time
finally seated in cool blue shade.
