Thursday, October 23, 2008

donald and barry go to the park

much like today. Dry heat, slight breeze, perfect for
the skatepark. donald called barry at 10:30 am "what are you doing?"
donald always had the snappiest phone conversations
" you down to skate?"

"sure, what time"
barry drawed out like a midwesterner, not schooled in the slick cityslicker
speech of his friend.
"well give me a an hour I gotta shower then I want to get a cup of coffee..."
"okay so around noon."

"naw, no make it 12:30"
lilly was petting the cat on the bed
saying all kinds of cute phrases like
"yea, so cute little mouse...just the cutest baby, my baby"
the phone hung up and she asked
"who was that"
"donald. we're going to the skatepark in alameda at 12:30"

barry knew she didn't like it when he went on these
excurtions, because barry was broke and unemployed and dropped out of college;
because of the inability to get the loans for the rest of the schooling;
due to the fact he couldn't put gas in the tank.

the car was a 2003 sentra and it happened to be on E
for the last two days and barry knew it wasn't going to make it to the skatepark
or home but he ventured outside like a brave hermit crab would in the off season
and the car made it to donald's dads boat where donald was staying because of the
currrent circumstances of his loan for schooling. by the time barry parked and head for the peer
by qunn's light house. qunn's was this old lighthouse made into a restruant where you could
over look the boats and throw peanut shells on the floor of the restruant...barry wasn't allowed to have
peanuts because of an allergic outbrust a long time ago,actually it was at the skate park, too. before he left he made himself one of the oiliest, crunchest p&j's on toasted sourdough bread anyones ever seen, two hours later at the skatepark he broke out in hives and turned
beet red...
donald was petting a cat outside on the dock the cats relied on boat owners to feed them.
there must of been a dozen or so cats down there. donald greeted barry and unlocked the door, and headed out
"where do you want to skate?"

"I thought you wanted to go to the park?"

"yea, okay"

"I'm kinda low on gas"

"I can float you a couple bucks"

with that agreed barry thought okay I can get a couple bucks bring it back to E
with just enough fumes to peddal me home.
they got in the car and barry played donald the new material he was working on in the studio
donald liked it.
when they got to the park they met some city kids and skated for a good two hours
then when they decided to go back to the boat and drink and smoke weed because
the weather was to hot, at least for donald barry spent enough time in the humitiy of the midwest to know a perfect sunny day like this one. they hopped in the car and barry jerked the key back in for in the ignition
but nothing
"I'm out of gas."

"how low where you?"

"about two days of driving on E"

"what are we gonna do"

"I can call lilly to pick us up"

barry knowing this wasn't the best of options seeing as she was sick of opening the pocket book up
and bailing him out like a 2nd term failed president...
donald let barry use his phone, barry dialed.
when lilly picked up she was talking on skype to her friend in germany
and the tone of barry's vocie gave away his failure.
"I ran out of gas."

"I knew it. I knew you were gonna run out of gas."

"honey its I knew you were going to run out of gas."

"whatever, I'm not going to help you out, find a another way, where is the skatepark ?"

"google it."

"its not coming up, I'm not going to do it, I can't I gotta go to work
do you know how much stress this is for me."
lilly was conflicted.

"I'll try to find another way."

barry didn't know another way
he was stuck.
the phone conversation lasted a good 15miinute enough time for lilly to come and get them
but barry's and google's directions where too much for her at that juncture.

so barry told donald that they'd have to find another way to get home so they
packed all the belongings, valuables under the passenger seat locked the doors and
set foot to the pavement. along the way barry and donald found three new skatespots they wouldn't of found
if they drove. next donald couldn't take the heat so they'd have to find a hose to cool off and get a drink they found a drinking
fountain about three miles up. at the community college and then they cont. walking for another three miles before donald had to stop again this time they found gold in the form of the grand street bait and tackle
a hole in the wall dive bar oh yea and bait shop. They walked in and asked what would two dollars get them
and the bartener a slender mexican woman in her late 30s said they had cans of soda. donald asked
"what about beer?"

she said "sure two cans, over on the side in the cooler."

donald went and retrieved two cans of coors and she was going to put them a bag and warned them of being caught in public for open containers...."we'll drink em here."
barry and donald made there way through the darkness of the a dimly lit bar at 3:40 in the afternoon.
out side there was a little table with an ash tray and they sat down and opened heaven.
"the universe is smiling down on us."
donald said.

"sure is, we've stumbled into some kind of vortex and found the last place on earth to give us
beer for our last bit of spare change, the universe is really on our side."
barry commented as they toasted the best beer they ever earned.
after shitting around and talking about the events that transpired in the last 24 hrs they decided to
drink gin and tonics and smoke weed as soon as they got to donald's boat...which they did hours later
lilly called back and said she would pick barry up reluctantly
for this posed to be one of the many adventure that would transpire over the next two years.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

black hole space black out

the last thing I was told before the collapse of our universe
was

" be sure to flush."

the vast vacuum of carbon doesn't
omit the fact that the poop
wouldn't stick to the inside of stars or gaseous matter
of heaven... if god is the future
mankind is the past


gather the masses tell them that the economy
is the least of our problems
the poop is piling up and no one
wants to become a garbage-man


remember


"be sure to flush"

Monday, October 6, 2008

halos and sinners of post mordern decay (a study of...)

simple
teeth
smile between the mirror
brushing away the languished
exhausted brow of the vendor
on the side of bancroft selling hot dogs
the banks are gonna shut down
the prophecy of past will
be seen and the money changer's system
will collapse into a billfold of coins
that won't fill a soda machine
or buy a candy bar

god forbid the use of our hands
into the dirt to create what he has given us
to eat...this is the greatest sin of man
to pay for processed foods that
keep our lives in disarray
and hinder the natural growth of the earths most natural
resource

FOOD


this system that they built is worth nothing
means nothing and will return to nothing


mock the hobo's words

"gotta dollar fo a mickey?"

reach into the wallet and get him drunk
for tomorrow sobriety
will come in the form of a park bench