clouds crept in as thun

der explo
ded soun
ded like a gun
(shot) my heart's still beatin
rain started pourin
dishwasher turnin
and turnin
uncertain
which was which Light's on
now and i'm readin
bout typical bullshit
what's worse be
cause
now
i
be
writ
in
it

i celebrated my birthday with a

stanley cup par
ade in
side of wrigley field the
pitchers mound
shook then
two almost no
hitters juan
pierre damn ex
cub damn ex
dolphin punc
tured lilly and we
still almost lost
due to balk me
diocrity but no
we slid by like
100 days of sh
it
ty
po
etry
and
now
i
can pause
like an
old
cassette
tape
player

welcome to another birth

day of mine i'm
sore from gar
dening three
days in a row the
compost has proven to
be a dis
aster due to pis
tachio shells
never again! the
sky is grey
er almost min
ute by min
ute prov
ing once a
gain that
weathermen are
horseshit
yet
we'll sit there
drenched with our
expensive cubs
tickets and
you'll be i
guess in the
atlantic o
cean and de
spite all these
humdrums these
bullshits these
whatevers this
morning i still said
modeh ani l'fa nechah and
you know i'm not kidding
rabbi knows i'm not kidding
papa knows i'm not kidding
lord knows i'm not kidding
i'll remember this tonight at
wrigley field

on a whim i bought three cubs

tickets online for
tomorrow night's crosstown
mediocrity classic and
chris will join me and
kevin will join me and
i'll betcha the stanley
cup will join me but
you
my world series
my newfoundland flower
will be heading toward some
candian french island
where you can't plug in anything
where they smoke wear berets and
couldn't give a damn about a
bezbol game but
live and breathe hockey like
i live and breathe
you
like
we live and breathe
love

when aj's voice cracked

reading la linea out loud the
girls all giggled but
he kept readin and
i wondered if he ever heard
peter brady singin
when it's time to change
you've got to rearrange
o janet!  o marcia!
will i ever forget ya?
i doubt it ex
plaining my shit
ty mem
mory

your lonely voice

over my cell phone
made me want to
reach you
more

even this new blackhawks fan is

caught up in this stan puck thing
game 6 they're playing right now in
philly see and
winning 3
to 2 third inning
so i must give up this
pussy
poetry
cubs who?

bosses dribble when workers

quibble and call
each other names
before a union e
lection proving a u
nion is just like an o
nion that can be pee
led and ea
ten only to be
come
shit

when he brought me out the meat that

i began to eat and
he knew i was a
vege
tari
an we
ll i chewed and
i wondered what it could
be when sudden
ly he
appro
ached and an
noun
ced i'm sorr
y but it's a mis
take he grab
bed the plate we
ll i wanted to grab
his balls and
serve him carn
iver
ous tes
ticu
lar bbq i
felt like
i was in chi
na not chi
cago i sip
ped some fan
cy ex
pensive teq
uila hoping the alco
hol the cacti pri
cks would bre
ak down whate
ver body par
ts i just
swallowed

i entered di's den won

drin if every
one'd be star
in i exi
ted a stum
blin with a
smile and new
friends

getting a letter from the

cancer center with
your name on it that
says your pmg is
stable with
no new enhancement is like
getting a report card with
straight ds: no
matter how smart u is
ein
stein u
bear
ly passed dees
clas
sis

karla sees a moose and a

black bear and a
caribou while
i give
multiple
guess tests to
teenagers: just a
nother fri
day in
21 c. north a
merica

i'm writing this in

a quiet house as
she flies over
halifax.  nova
scotia i think.  then
newfoundland. 'tis all
great white north to
me.  and
greater with she.
take off.

4 haikus for the 4 days i missed while in austin, tx (+ 1)

sat 5.29
more gutter balls than
strikes more splits than spares is bowl
ing life's metaphor


sun 5.30
scotch from the bottle
passed in a circle midnight
austin mitch forty


mon 5.31
uncoordinat
ed is my ass stuck
                                bum
                                        ping
down a water slide


tue 6.1
we woke packed flew blue
line bus washed clothes made dinner
tomorrow's joe fucked


wed 6.2
'tis teachers' fault some
sayeth mothers of their fail
ures our wh?e hold back