I found this tape, 2015

I found this tape. I found this blog. I found this baby in the night. I found this sound.
I found these drapes. I found this sound. I found this burning effigy. I found the wand.
I found a dream, floating in a lake, no a sea, no an ocean, whatever: waves crashing relentlessly.

I found this tape in a garden at midnight, on a barstool left empty, on the plastic seat of a red line train. I found this tape and did not listen.

Jay-Z: The Logic that was Skipped

H to the Izzo
Izzo to the Tom
Tom to the Jerry
Jerry to the rig
Rig to the Fix
Fix to the E
E to the IOU
IOU to the bank
Bank to the west
West to the brook
Brook to the shields
Shields to the sword
Sword to the heaven
Heaven to the place
Place to the earth
Earth to the day
Day to the week
Week to the mighty
Mighty to the mouse
Mouse to the cheese
Cheese to the Marlo
Marlo to the Jacob
Jacob to the ladder
Ladder to the hook
Hook to the hit
Hit to the search
Search to the bass
Bass to the free
Free to the land
Land to the Plymouth
Plymouth to the voyager
Voyager to the Milky Way
Milky Way to the Reese's
Reese's to the cup
Cup to the saucer
Saucer to the alien
Alien to the V
V to the Izay.

Names of People I Know, Anagramed

Frat pod

Less than sly. Eff!

Shark jam chore, hun

A start hut

Ran sunken messy

Gamy old man

O no, is steak haut?

Ferguson

Of course, we were all filled with outrage. Devastation. Of course we were saddened by the news, by the obvious lack of injustice. But at times like these, there's turkey to talk about. Whether to brine or dry rub. The secret to crispy skin and moist meat. The succulence, dripping down our faces as we devour plate after plate (Here's a tip: Get a little of everything the first time, then load up on the good stuff the second. Great Aunt Sue will be so happy you tried her green bean casserole!). These are trying times. How do you save room for dessert when you only really get to eat stuffing once a year? How do you save room for dessert when that skin is dark and crispy but below the juices run down your chin, when the gravy collects in the corners of your lips, when the butter rolls are buttered and the yams glazed with puddling marshmallow, when you bite and stuff and chew and swallow, pack it in, pass out, pants unbuttoned, when the 100 foot balloon is hoisted down the street, the ball is hoisted over the helmet? But of course, yes, this is a travesty, of course, and of course something must be done, yes, so sad, ugh.

Pistol grip

This cloak scene, this arrow hole, this fear of death, this rally speech, this plea for help, this French ennui, this boy here, this cloak scene.

This boy here.

His call for justice, his innocence, his stupidity.
This arrow hole. This boy here.

This cloak scene.
This Pistol grip.
This arrow hole.

i'm sure it all means something haiku

The universe is
human shaped: With teeth and nails
and malignancies.

Hollow Lows

hollow lows
(reflector feet
in headlights)
a hovering
the orange glow

the ticking of the turn
signal
the pendulum
of
the

clock in my first grandma's first living room where we ran at each other with the fluffed couch pillows that were only sat on once a year when we opened presents beneath the Christmas tree that was put away completely in tact.

the ticking of the turn
signal
on
a

moonless night
the hollow
lows of
an acoustic
guitar in
the dark