ED BRADLEY SANG “60 MINUTE MAN” this spring at Jazzfest He exists now only on film Marsalis hums into a kiss goodbye for a torn city’s friend felled by that terrorist cancer Indy documentarian Brad Will is gone murdered by scum in Oaxaca The Lower East Side has an empty space a force of deliverance makes room for another commercial Justice is rarely done in death So what I’m a fact junkie but I truly jones for the unquantifiable I still miss journalism whenever the news is on tiz awning— Rats and fire all up in my port-able FEMA bunker (it’s getting small in here) Do I have to? Must I? Learn a new not-there neighbor hood, I brake for muffs, and Uncle Clean mans the pop of some outré fortune corn – St. Mary of the Angels hippie honeycomb hideout-meat is all these Africans will know of white people – Great White bikemakers. Destiny walks waves thru delicious bullshit talk— what happened over there is subconsciously rocking TB’s birthday : porch honk, bar barding, beer belly dancing Endymion homage & lesbian burger reprisals (I feel truffle flannel). What happened over Pal’s by the console splashing lighting is a girl + jukebox wedgie : and how did it affect your setlist? My mama your mama what color was the brood? Shape of Dome mothership ex haust and okra for the horse to keep at bay Bill Jeff erson action fig. in Nosfera- tutu bangs out a Gus Ferrote – Hey Voters why not have this thick dick on a stick jiffy pop really is a gyp, no apple for the mule no tar playa round here. MY OTHER CAR IS A MARTYR a flood car a Toyota – it served me well at the bottom forensically speaking in tongues must we fill in new dent. forms of this city cavity? Must we houseband in Hell like it’s August twenty-nine? Ducks tuft huddle bright white popcorn by the park now then it was good and scary – like, Earthwind & Firewater like, Cheater’s color man like, consecutive super bowl losses since before Christ was the mood in that dome – bird flying around, never going home. Hola Peruvian movie & BLIMPS NOT BOMBS |