A nod to the days of old…………
Archive | April, 2013
Stoner X (Circa 2001)
14 AprStumbling out of bed at a time no earlier than noon,
it was easy to forget what day it was.
Every day seemed like a weekend to him
a blur of carb holding
pipe cleaning
resin burning
fast food eating
(in)activity.
Push play on the stereo
raise the rim on the toilet seat
let the the pubic hairs fall where they may
like fallen leaves on a lawn,
coating the orange streak developing
within the cylinder.
The grime works its way along the corners of the walls
bathroom mirror foggy streaked
by errant flings of toothpaste and zit puss.
Dirty dingy mildewed towels
Dirty dingy mildewed tub
no clean underwear
bare beneath the jeans
tie dye t-shirt
Birkenstocks
hemp necklace
Unkempt habits make it
impossible to live with those
who bitch
who nag
who complain
who whine.
Can’t find his keys
beneath the dresser
on the bed
nor the top of the fridge.
But there it was
hidden in the banana seat
where he was cleaning out his bowl
the night before.
Stomach growling
too stoned to cook
no clean dishes anywhere
milk expired
greenish mold inhabiting the loaf of bread.
He calls a friend
loads a bowl
heads out the door
to hang with their high school pals
introduced to each other
through a mutual friend
who reeked of a sweet skunky smell.
Exotic names bandied about
flavors savored
scents explored
with different highs
in a town full of mutual circles
of interest
Venn diagrams
and coincidence.
A sandwich for lunch
a nugget for dessert
big hits,
sore lungs,
watery eyes
raw throats
as they phuck off to Phish and 311
playing “pass the pipe, snake the lighter”
greenies for the newbie
shrouds of clouds
mushroom smoke
hold it til they can’t no mo’
the dank smells
bloodshot cornea
and dirty bong water.
Parent’s money well spent
time well wasted
discussing future plans
of music, shows and travels
watching the people
out on the porch
wondering how could life possibly
be more than waiting for something to happen.
Still so much time left
burning it like a butane
to a fresh bowl
comfortable in their inactivity
until the sun goes down
and its time to go inside
and roll another number
for the on the way back home.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Speakeasy
14 AprKeep your voice down
They will hear you.
No one cares if its rigged and predetermined
“We want to be entertained.”
They say,
“Get out of here with that nonsense.”
“You think too much.”
“You need to chill”
Easy to do on those cool Autumn nights
after the pleasant mid day breezes.
Nothing fishy at all about that night in L.A. many years ago
or the Patriots’ improbable run just months after that
emotionally charged national tragedy.
Tagliabue, Selig and Stern couldn’t be anything like Vince McMahon
and his World Wide Federation of Entertainment.
It’s merely sheer coincidence and speculation
and one rogue official.
Not sure when the line was crossed but I’m here now
nothing makes sense but anything is in my realm of possibility.
The paranoid and the crazy seem less so
and the normal people seem looney tunes
Nice to finally meet ya Mr. Jones, Mr. Bell, Mr. Noorey
Who am I to believe at this point?
My philosophy is I have no philosophy
I only know that the
Vikings have arrived in disguised
and we laid down our guard
without much of a fight
they didn’t need to use force
we volunteered to burn our
national treasures
willingly removed our monuments
and replaced them with new memorials
lest we never forget
to remember what happened before.
Where does the difference lie between businessman
and bum,
extinction and submission,
civilization and sterilization?
What else can we merge
sublimate
assimilate
eating our host
nothing left to conquer but ourselves.
Pure Fiction
washed
tidied and neatly bundled.
They made the lie comfortable
and it got got good ratings.
A pyramid scheme
Annuit Coepts
Novs Ordus Seclorum
All in the game.
That we can’t refuse to play
because we apart of the game
the most invaluable piece.
For we are the sheep
we are the lemmings
we are the hamsters
we are the ostrich
We are the hypocrites
without us there’d be no point in playing.
“Keep ’em laughing
Keep ’em dancing
Keep ’em drinking
keep ’em dying
But don’t let them think
For that is what you pay us to do”
If my behavior seems erratic
or bizarre
then you must ask yourself
“What is normal
and what is it about normal
that makes this man so uncomfortable?”
We are sitting at the table
and we eat
and we drink
and we make merry
but eventually
one of us
or all of us
has to pay this massive bill.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Geeking out on the internet part 57: Revisiting old haunts
13 AprSometimes words aren’t suffice. There should be a where are they now TV special on these young men.
Geekin out on the internet part 17.34567 : Hannibal Burress
13 AprFriend of mine just showed me this:
I saw him one time in New York at the UBC theatre. They were doing this rap off among comics. He should have won. They gave it to some corny goofball looking ass dude.
“Got jerked at the Source awards. Next Year 200 Niggas comin’ wit swords!”
~Ghostface
Geeking out on the internet pt. 79.64
10 AprThinking this may be the next album that I buy, Frank’s Wild Years.
Goofing off on the internet part 762
10 AprI used to love 120 minutes. This was back when they actually played music (MTV I mean).
Nuclear Polio Vaccination 