more tea
late at night
I tossed and turned
in bed early until
it became late
I started coughing
then got up and
boiled some water
if I give myself something
to do for a little bit
maybe I’ll get tired
and the sleep will come
naturally
anger acts
as a magnifying glass
killing ants
on a child’s
chalked up driveway
Radiohead is working on their new album, predicted to come out around March next year (near my birthday). I’ll be turning 30 then. I don’t get it how someone could not be into Radiohead. it’s beyond me.
what about the Misfits? they’re still around, but not really, not to me. not without Danzig. what about Danzig? Danzig is still rockin’ it. I’ve only heard good things about the new album, that it’s really heavy. soon it’ll be coming in the mail. at work I like to listen to really hard and psychotic music because the pop culture coming through the radio there is like water torture. on Friday I was listening to The Hope Conspiracy. very nice the way 108 ripped it. might was well add some Nerve Agents to that, and Son of Sam. all of this helps me to concentrate and get through my work. working through the hours and barely socializing at all, that’s my formula. be a good employee because the pain of being faulted is tremendous. work harder than anyone there. be in the earliest, plan everything out like you’ve got a blueprint and your planting a bomb up in the heat ducts. the music is my connection to my past, present, and future – my roots in punk rock, hardcore, straightedge, DIY, vegetarianism, the underground, and so on.
listening to music in bed can sometimes keep me up. I started out with Run DMC’s “Raising Hell.” Proud to Be Black finished up and I was still awake. I put on a Radiohead mix and for the next hour and a half remained very emotional. now the rain is falling and I’m remembering authors like James Baldwin, his book Giovanni’s Room, and The Fire Next Time. Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer, and Dostoevsky’s The Idiot. and Crime and Punishment.
I’m pretty upset over the Run DMC news of Jam Master Jay’s death last week – I really don’t know what I could possibly say about it. I just wish it would be taken seriously in the media. If they’re going to cover the story, do it with respect and some class, don’t include it in your “cheese and sleaze” section. if you must, please do us all a favor and afterwards go out and bang your head in with a hammer until we see some jelly.
that bell in Peter Piper throughout the first song is just so awesome. I remember when I heard that as a little kid. there was nothing like it at the time. on sick days I’d have that album cranked up. when I “became” punk and adopted safety pins, thinking their was no room for it, I winged that cassette out the window. painful to think of that now. in “becoming,” I threw around the house one of my first cds: U2’s “The Joshua Tree.” I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. probably not much, immature little brat that I was.
of course
of course
no horses or
swimming pools
for you
what’s this –
I hear of
another plane
crash
always install
your seatbelt
welcome back from
your vacation
you’re fired
well now how
do you like that?
goes to show ya!
enough butter
on your popcorn
now they call it
movie theater butter
I have plain old
regular popcorn
for dinner and
go to bed
I’m sorry if that
offends you
I’m amused if
that offends you
what is it when
you start to take
these lyrics seriously
they say, “this guy takes
himself too seriously.”
I say you’re a louse.
I don’t care what
you think about it.
I’m through with
defending myself
to a brick wall
drive and
pray for no accidents
none
no more accidents
anywhere
just good non-violent
food with friends and family
on any old day of the year
because really
how many
do we have left?
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