'24 The Pluto Chronicles
You used to be my Romeo
all this energy harvesting.
This poem died several times on its way to you. So here we are, gathered here today, on this day of kayfabe, pyro, and hogwash:
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Version I
'24 Dedication: long game
When it’s still waters run deep
Happy Birthday, Baby. Hot
chocolate and Chicago hot dogs
under the cheese moon
my driving makes you swoon
… rather, green-gilled. Sorry,
Baby, roll down the window
A rank sulphur, I won’t hold it
against you, my little pooh-bear.
At the game, all the adoring fans
armed with the livestream
camera glued, a homemade poster
says ‘i love you, Please gimme
your puck.’
This gal ran all the way
from Vancouver, as
The Proclaimers sangeth.
She trembled with it
back to her seat,
before the drop
and I could not understand
why tremble so before any man?
Yeah, I voted.
Who do I vote for
to end this genocide?
When one of my least favorite
words is shareholder-I spit-
Dusty Rhodes warned us
about management-their gifts
after all these years of hard work
a cheap watch and a laughing
kick in the ass.Version II
'24 cesspool
Acting so nice
before the circular firing squad
Crickets
and leopards eating your faces.
When we’re locked in, alright.
Yap-Yap-Yap!!!
all you ever do-
HUSH!
When being popular is so
passé.
Oh please, there’s always speed
laying around in this country.
When it got so dreadful,
I threw on some Hank Williams to brighten the mood.
Everybody’s reaching for their cigarettes again.
When the house is burning down,
have sex in it.
[when it’s politicians and proxies,
I am also petty-You venal, hateful
rodent-faced • old bat • bigot • bagman • motherfuck-]
When they remembered the fall
of Gondolin, then rocked and smoked
by the hearth, singing merry
Goddamn, I love ya.
When she told me,
Mama, we all have hearts.
. . . Why are you telling me this?
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.
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. . . I need to get out of here.Version III
'24 Dedication: The long game (redux)
When I grew to understand
the Menendez Brothers
a little better than before.
When I have seen
just how families eat
their young
at the drop of a hat.
suspicious, are you?
What am I up to?
why is she so quiet
all of a sudden?
When I am bleeding, too,
and the stanche
invades instead; banal cancer,
just like the corporation.
I'd cut it from the fabric
out like a cigarette burn
leaving scorch to mark your passing—
When all I needed was a walk.
When she asked, Mommy?
Do we have everything we need?
Yes, darling.
When I die, I know
it isn't over. Though I must
rest here a moment,
Before I pick up my quiver
wands, arrows,
pencils,
I look Death in the eye.
why is the grass so green
when it's gallowstime?
When I'm On FIRE.jukebox
on repeat • repeat • repeat:
MEGAN ACT II
"Bigger in Texas" I mean, the rest of the album is spectacular, but this serpent has me in a choke.
GLORIOUS
"I LUV HER" T-Painnnnn. "I don't wanna keep it on the low, I luv her. ... Got damn I luv her."
reactor compilation videos of Certified Boogeyman's "Like That" > "euphoria" > "6:16 in LA" > "Meet the Grahams" > the three iterations of "Not Like Us" > "Watch The Party Die"
Some more albums I've been loving of late:
A Love So Beautiful: Roy Orbison & The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
I got this one on vinyl; long been on my list and when I found it at Val's Halla (Thanks, Val!), I felt that thrill of meant-to-be.
I love how the music fills the house like a hearth. I love feeling it in my chest.
Born in the U.S.A.
Just listened to this the first time all the way through. An inherited album, I didn't realize "Dancing in the Dark" (my original favorite Springsteen song) was on there!
"Cover Me"
"I'm On Fire"
"I'm Goin Down"
Toucan Do It Too!, The Amazing Rhythm Aces