Wednesday, February 28, 2007

It's going to be pretty crickety over here while I'm away at you know where.

If you'll be anywhere near you know where, here's where I'll be on Wednesday and Saturday.



At 8:12 AM, Blogger Justin Evans said...

A present for you, seeing we are left alone while everyone else is away.

This, because I just read your poem about Patrick Swayze:

Red Dawn

Patrick Swayze is in my dreams again
shooting at Cold War Russians.
he lays down fire like Montag from F. 451
trying to burn away the guilt. An RPG
strapped to his back is for the tank
he doesn’t see yet, the one I am trying
desperately to bring to his attention.

Whenever I dream of Patrick Swayze
it is always the same thing, always
he and his wolverine friends playing the guerilla,
never Johnny lifting Baby up above his body
or even trying to communicate with Demi Moore.
For reasons that even escape me, I think
just once I would even like to see him in drag.

I wish my dreams had more variety.
I wish that I could escape the paranoia
I was taught as a child before the Berlin Wall
succumbed to the yearnings for Levi jeans
and McDonalds Big Macs. In their place
I would like to dream Film Noir
And maybe talk things over with Sam Spade.

At 10:27 AM, Blogger Justin Evans said...

I mis-read your entry. You are gone to AWP. This sucks.


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