Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Thanks Jim

This is how it used to be...

Monday, June 29, 2009

New To Come...

In tradition of "Tony is a Writer," I'm going to make another exciting announcement of yet another new project I'm going to pretend to work on, only this time I'll follow through, scouts honor.

In fact, this is my writing break. Back too it, but to entice, here's a little gift to the fans, so to speak....


Yes, your present is Random Woody Allen.

Beatnik Prayer #13

I was walking through streets
busy and over ran by pedestrians and cars,
I stopped by a florist.

A rain drop struck me. One single blessing.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Chapter 18

"I'll try."

-everyone in the world should read Frank McCourt's "Teacher Man."

Never have I felt so justified as an aspiring writer before.

Friday, June 26, 2009


there a thumping bass sound
and its shaking the ground
i'm tumbling up and falling around
my blood boils my heart pounds,
hypnotized by this sound.

[some m1x EP] available!

download your copy of at.a_l0ss, my music project's new EP!


just a four song sampler to give a taste for what I've been up too.
two covers and two originals, how cool is that?


at.a_l0ss: [gara_ge/M1X]

Here is the album art for my new musical project.

Should be exciting, orgianal beats and vibes I'm building in Garage Band, and then a few remixes I've thrown together. The EP: S0M3 m1x should be uploaded to pure volume and linked here as soon as I feel like making an account.


Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Spanish Toll Road

The desert heat was pissing on my car,
an old blue jag with more years then me;
bands of sweat remain where my hands
grip the wheel and my brow is damp
above dark aviators:
I'm a bad mother fucker cursing through the
coast up towards Barcelona.

Some French singer is crooning hard luck stories;
it's a waste, as I ignore the "pal mal vie dans paris,"
there's too much ocean to stare at.


The Siren appears and I and Homer for one moment have much in common:
these broads keep busting our balls.

She mumbles something and I can only make out
por favor
I fumble around worse then my diction does
uno momento
I pour the contents of my wallet, a measly twelve euros
into her silky smooth, bronzed hands.
She licks her plump lips and I know she is dissatisfied.
muy bien.

I drive off, broke, towards the prospects of Barcelona.
This mal mujer will be the last I ever see.

I wonder about fidelity for awhile,
and wonder why I left home for the first time,
I miss what is left behind.

Comfest 2009

I am excited.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Were That I a Rose

Were that I a rose growing on an all black floor,
Kept in the dark during the day in cool twilight
Hidden in a glass vase behind velvet red curtains.
Were that I stood before an infinite sea,
Under a galaxy of luminescent stars lighting the sky,
Bobbing and weaving to the windy whims of orchestral
shadows like Atlas holding up the world above them.
Were that I a rose with a face to meet the coming tides,
Petals changing colors and stems rising and falling,
while the leaves sprout and drop.
Were that I a rose, bearing pollen as the prima donna
of some field of daisies and daffodils,
bowing before the chorus of dandelions' applause.
Alas; I am in the weeds; I am not that rose,
but she blooms in my garden.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Four Thieves Gone

One just fell dead on his back,
after listening to the track.

-The Avett Brothers

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Who Watches...

I tried to explain. Thermodynamic
miracles--events with odds against so
astronomical, like oxygen turning into
gold. I have longed to witness such a
thing and yet I neglect that in human
coupling, millions upon millions of cells
compete to create life over generation
after generation: Until finally, your
mother loves a man--Edward Blake, the
Comedian--a man she has every reason to
hate. And out of that contradiction,
against unfathomable odds, it was you,
only you, that emerged. To distill so
specific a form from all of that chaos;
Your creation is like . turning air
into gold. A miracle.

But if my birth is a miracle you, you
could say that about anyone.

Yes, anyone in the world. But the world
is so crowded with miracles that they
become commonplace and we forget. I
They stand there in silence. Connected for the first time in

Now. Dry your eyes.

And let's go home.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

NAME THAT SHOW: Week One, June 16, 2009

"Evil Woman" - ELO
"The Distance" - CAKE
"Little Bribes" - Death Cab for Cutie (finally a band not in caps...)
"Feel Like Making Love" - Kid Rock (I feel like I should specify, this was a request.)
"You Don't Know Me" - Ben Folds featuring Regina Spektor (Request.)
"Bangers and Mash" - Radiohead
"Al the Killer" - Coheed and Cambria
"Your Love" - The Outfield
"Let's Stay Together" - Al Green
"Beer" - Reel Big Fish
"Feeling This" - Blink 182
"Electric Avenue" - Eddie Grant
"All My Loving" - The Beatles
"Beating Heart Baby" - Head Automatica
"I Cut Like a Buffalo" - The Dead Weather
"Die, Die, Die" - The Avett Brothers
"2+2=5" - Radiohead
"Hang Me Out to Dry" - Cold War Kids
"Love Will Tear Us Apart" - Joy Division
"Legs" - ZZ Top (Requested by Uncle Bud...)
"Gravemakers and Gunslingers" - Coheed and Cambria
"Young Turks" - Rod Stewart
"She Wants to Move" - NERD (Caps again...?)
"Well Respected Man" - The Kinks
"Creep (Dramatic Reading) - Toughnuts
"Any Way You Want It" - Journey

Friday, June 12, 2009

Beatnik Prayer #9

for too long have i
the east coast, so much more
civilized then the west.

wished to see New England.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Beatnik Prayer #8

In this twilight,
I wonder,
how much rest does the sun need?

Friday, June 5, 2009

...she said, "

He read me poetry on the beach,
while the sun went down into the water,
a small insignificant thing on the surface,
the depths were so

While my eyes became heavy,
he kissed my stomach dry from the sun now,
and sang to me,
as polite sips of wine were exchanged

in each kiss.

I smiled, "That was lovely."

"Quite lovely."