Fuckin' Rockstar IV

like a dirty whore between tricks
I slid into a dark corner at The Rainbow last night
to get my fix.
Quincunx pushed their heavy rhythms through me
pulsing and probing and pushing
and pulsing and pulsing and pulsing...
and Kick-ass, Ass-kickin' Bassist Matt Bird laid
into his trademark baseline thick and rich,
and left the crowd aching and spent.
The Rainbow, Sunday Night...best $3.00 fuck in town.

Painting with Bob Ross

ten minute timed writing exercise last night in class =
answer the following question:
Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?

it took me about 30 seconds to write the following "free-write":

Bob Ross paints happy clouds
and magical trees for 24 minutes
and in his tone, unearths the beauty
of the root beneath the canvas.
Oils and brush mix with life
and Bob births his world.

I spent the remaining 9 1/2 minutes pondering happy clouds
and the shadows they cast.

Ten Seconds of Perfect

like new glass
uncracked
bright light
sparks
see clearly arc'd prisms
before a migraine
pain starts so beautiful
tears swell
and fall wavy
until you are dizzy
and happy, babbling giddy
and you will your head
to split
in two
and this moment
lasts forever