Friday, October 31, 2014

Heritage of a Star

Explaining the concept of "2 for 1"
to your friends is one way to ward off
nostalgia in this dark time.
And another thing: someone is the champion,
someone is always the champion,
otherwise things collapse without
the champion parading around while
fans of the champion turn things over,
start things on fire, and get carried
away by their champion's status.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014


By observing the
area above your brow, I can see
where your brain needs work. My observation
works like an optic thing with an audio component
blended in because I can only read
your lips from the booth. Take a sound
with you to lightly brown, in a pan
with shallots. Nothing better than a whisper
in a savory pie. As autumn sinks
in, people will ask you to do things, say
things, open things, and mingle. Write lessons
learned about socialization in legible script
on index cards curled in your palm
as reminders to act naturally around the representatives.
Hold a beverage in your left hand so you can shake
new friends with your right hand. Promote
questioning, read the paper for things to chat
about. Get a purpose and stick with it.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Los Angeles / October, 2014

Monday, October 13, 2014

Blago Bung 9 / October 23 / NYC

Todd Colby / Poetic Research Bureau / Los Angeles / October 11, 2014 / Recorded by Robert Dewhurst

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

St. Vincent - Clip "Bob Dylan" | Bill Murray

Monday, October 06, 2014

Surprising Things

Friday, October 03, 2014

Last Night

When I got home last night, the frozen
raspberries had melted. Red juice
streamed out of the freezer,
down the front of the fridge, and pooled
in a bright red mess on the floor.
I was a bit frightened to open the freezer
door, thinking there might be something
from a horror movie waiting inside for me.

Old Journal

National Poetry Day

Remember when you did that thing?
I remember when you did that thing
and it was pretty amazing. Maybe
there's something we can do, like
empty a mayonnaise jar and fill
it full of buttons. The leaves are
turning faintly gold, which reminds
me that we're turning gold too
as we disintegrate during wartime.
I'll tell you what, or maybe I'll
just keep it to myself and hope
you catch my drift.