June 9, 2019
You know Popcorn, right? The song. Would you say that, properly speaking, it exists? You would. You would say it exists, and that it’s a song. A song is a piece of music or a fragment of sound. It can be recorded, written down or remembered. It’s usually reproducible, but not always. This particular song – it’s been transcribed, performed, recorded, played, critiqued, referenced.
June 7, 2019
On the corner of Dearborn and Randolph, I drank a
chai latte while the Chicagoan pigeons stalled in 43 degree weather.
During an Uber ride to hear an Arkansas thrash band,
I watched a cross pendant swing from the rearview mirror
to casualize the expedition of our fingers fondling between lovers’ legs divided.
As I toured the Congress Plaza Hotel, I snuck into the maid’s closet and shoved
a roll of toilet paper into my backpack,
June 6, 2019
The Californian is much more attractive in physical appearance than the many other subgroups that populate this inbred-yet-diverse nation. One need not wonder why the majority of this state’s citizens prefer to act out the achievements of their superiors rather than accomplishing anything of note themselves: their beauty makes their lives far too easy, and prevents them from any true inner drive.
Shallow, gullible, and liberal without any justification,