I wrote a brief memoir for The Brooklyn Art Library. You can check it out here:
there is no millstone
to push around in the brain-grey
even life’s bad strokes prove useful
their hex weds lesson to reason.
an ironic orgy of nothing
as if luck did not exist
the upswing contains drops of Yin
a little poison for the system
their hex blesses endurance, immunity
strength is the name of the game
those grains pass the cinch in the hourglass
so slowly & fatally the descent brings education
is there enough left for to better steal [our] time?
when you find some one dead
there is a nexus between your mind
thinking, knowing they are alive,
then realizing they are firmly deceased,
there could be no denying it.
that cross-over, that switch
is ferocious in its speed,
but heavier than block lead,
it is a bewilderment.
to kiss them,
pour wine in them
lap from them,
a harmless dog,
those sea eyes,
thumb to brush hair from them,
cradle the wide world gently,
her celestial conglomerate,
green-blue or neither,
some new shade
nature never thought
that musical ghost,
spring through chest,
carry her through time.
in the context of a sex dream
there was no sex
but notes, accents,
nuances of a closeness extinct
save for some pinning specter
under the comforter
lucky there’s no dream smell,
to intercept reason,
exsanguinate the strength
toiled & collected
bricked up to guard,
just a smug,
bein’ a dick,
balls deep in a bad attitude.
New Year’s Eve,
and dude wants to start it all off,
by being a bitter, transparent
not my problem.
the mansion booji & warm,
booze shared & flowing,
but dude just knows better than everyone else,
that everything is shit?
wrong attitude to have kid,
didn’t care enough to tell him,
as he dunked his keys into one crumby gram,
no doubt full of cut, not worth what he threw down for it,
complex acting like the cat’s pajamas,
I slow dragged my cigarette,
and thanked the skies I was not this poor asshole.
This is a little different than my blog’s usual fare. But I wanted to share this recipe that I was introduced to about a year ago in Philadelphia. I went down to Philly with a group of friends to celebrate a birthday. We stumbled to several bars and while posted up at one (whose name I can’t guess) we saw a drink on their little chalk-board menu that tickled my fancy. I love Boddington’s Pub Ale and they had it on tap there (which is rare for PA, or NJ where I am from) so I was already enjoying a pint of that. The menu on the chalk-board advertised the “OBAMA BOMB” and I’m not sure where the name came from but my friends Nick and Joey, and I decided to give it a whirl. It’s basically a car-bomb with substituted ingredients. Here is how to make it.
Fill a real pint glass 3/4 full of Boddington’s Pub Ale
Pour a shot of Van Gogh Espresso Vodka
Drop the shot into the pint and pound it.
This drink is smooth & creamy with a nice coffee finish. I highly recommend it and since I couldn’t find it on the web I decided to (perhaps) be the first to post the recipe online.