Ritz Theatres

1.

Film Seen: Song M
Date & Time: 4 the movies
Comments:
           Bloated!
            w/ pop
               corn
and one helluva spicy
one, too
Suggestions w/ a
   tiger,
          beb clutching
black tea and now as
the crowds spill over
we wait , behinds
black rope
w/ a suggestion


2.

Film Seen:
Date & Time:
Comments:

because I'm writing
these, I'm keeping up,
not in the slit of the
theatre, by the river,
by my identity --
     well no one knows


3.

Film Seen:
Date & Time:
Comments:

yeh! heeheehee,
poems as suggestion,
as my solo
brushy indigestion,
ugh, oh, smoking
in on a map
w/ Pine St upside
down, atop it Spruce
by a black tree
by a curious
tourist


4.

I'm by my side, I'm by my side
no lie, no lie,
feeling like a bad kid,
sitting in the back w/ my feet
up. Sure to stir it up.
Life of Pi, Life of Pi
fat cat, drunk, high
w/ a black cup.
Writing on a seat banister
beige light intrudes me
slick millipede street car
perched on a ghostly bridge
I've walked to the bridge
w/ her


5.

as a flash
gddamn I'm
dreading its
lick
dry mouth from
black tea
not seeing a
scratch of a
word

potential blurbs/titles for book(s), also task list

"You're gonna have a fuckin' ball reading this."

Jerkin' Off to Camfrog

My Dick and My Dad

8 1/2 Pounds of Urine

"Only reason it didn't rupture was because his abs were so strong."

Yr Boyfriend is a Tool

"Julia, I don't find this funny at all."

Get Ryan a kettle.

First Loves That Destroyed Me

"Better than Chicago & Dave Attell combined."

The Band? The City?

"I want you to meet some friends of mine tonight."
"Yeh, I don't know. I've really got to get home.
Gotta buy a pretzel and ride a train and then a bus."

"I forgot you smoke."

$200 Couch My Ex-Wife and I Bought

Jack Krick's Sweatshirt

Jack Krick's Snoring

"Do you mind if I lay here with you?"

"If I were to go back in time and fuck any poet..."

Fartin' And Hung Over

New York: City Full of Dicks

Song I [for myself]

I'd like you to step in and smile
partially alive this morning, I thought
laying on my good side, that I miss myself

then springing out, I play Ready for the World
and attempt judo push ups
back during that sweaty weekend

gently rubbing the tight flesh of my shoulder
running my fingers along the length of its
stretch marks, never finding bone

or my remaining youth, really
I strike away on the side of a box of matches
watch breath and smoke commingling

as a helicopter approaches
I sip my half hazelnut half regular coffee
pull my jacket tighter round my neck

Song H [for carelessness]

it was a bell whistle that started
appropriate on yr side
or maybe yr eyes?

settle down w/ the bones of a fish
everything I describe I can put in a napkin
and everything I write I can throw away