bloosic, week 2, (2/26)

Albums:

Spoon, "Gimmie Fiction"
Iron & Wine, "Our Endless Numbered Days"
Peter Bjorn and John, "Writer's Block" and "Falling Out"
Easy Star All-Stars, "Radiodread" (reggae covers of Radiohead's "OK Computer"--word)
Guided By Voices, "Bee Thousand"
My Bloody Valentine, "Loveless"


Favorite Songs:

"I Turn My Camera On," "Sister Jack" - Spoon
"Somebody To Shove" - Soul Asylum
"Keep The Car Running" - Arcade Fire
"Young Folks," "Far Away By My Side," "Money," "Does It Matter Now" - Peter Bjorn and John
"Kicker of Elves," "I Am A Scientist," "Tractor Rape Chain," - Guided By Voices
"(ETI) Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence" - Blue Oyster Cult
"Crosstown Traffic" - Jimi Hendrix

City

City sweats his ass off
in two-hand touch
with a beehive that poolcues
straight for my groin
where his enemies live.

City get his hands red
as he builds wooden things
strong peony breath columns.
But who will use them?
the factory the school?
the holy spirit of life?

City grabs a beer,
his dimpled ashes
of rotting palms,

City has been snoozing
back at the landfill,

City is sifting
his sweat in the sun,

City's in the batting cage
rhyming his strokes.

Lobotomy Dream

This was at night, a lobotomy dream.

We made the darkness ribbon up,
one little globe
in a drawstring on a
scaffold, to convince Goldilocks, blonde
curls hanging down the ten stories
that we were only fairies, to be adored
and feared a little.

Then I stole a tiny pack of smokes from
the Army. Don't know why--they were there
to help!--but I just wanted to don
my medal. A friend, whose
face shook in the sun,
told me, "Get out!"

I woke from the dream and went to the street.

Down there was the Black Dude
fighting with his boss, the Ice Man. The Black Dude was
asleep on the job.

"I wish I had a camera!"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Yeah, yeah."
"I'll pull out yurr eyes, man!"

In the dream we were prisoners,
but out here we are free,
the Black Dude, the Ice Man and me.

Salt Shaker

On the stoop. You hear a deadbeat shake moan
and turn. She burns parallel to us.
It's here and I say Drop from a sky's there
and I will be your mouth. See how this critter
hush is a chain of chins that clatters
far far south towards the mural on my head.
My ladder can be your next house. I love our
mistakes, baldy, and I'm saying the parade
whooshes by, implies our house. There's nothing
I want to say in the way of "brutal honesty."
I'm rough on clothes, bright on skin, and it's
fine. Polish off the gristle. Flunk too soon.
Let me gift you your shining fists so
we can crash the party between them.

this week's bloosic picks

CDs:
"Worn Copy" - Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti
"Versus The World" & "The Avenger" - Amon Amarth
"First Take" - Roberta Flack
"Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars" - Fatboy Slim
"Kicking Television: Live in Chicago" - Wilco
"Six Monk's Compositions" - Anthony Braxton
"The Science of Sleep" - Jean-Michel Bernard

Songs:
"Painter in Your Pocket" - Destroyer
"Won't Talk About It" - Beats International
"Don't Bring Me Down" - ELO
"Hold On Tight" - ELO
"Two Can Win" - J Dilla
"Family Gardener" - Jeff Tweedy
"If You Only Knew" - Jurassic 5
"Wolf Like Me" - TV On The Radio
"Stephanie quitte le cafe" - Jean-Michel Bernard