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Made it big

December 25, 2016

In seventh grade I prayed for wisdom while taking a shit on the toilet and crying about how much pain I was in for wanting a man to live in my body instead of the suffering and the puppy and the girl who did. My body lived in Baytown, TX. The old side of Country Club. A bike ride away from a dead strip mall, humid on the blacktop, holes in that. Praying For Time by George Michael is still the soundtrack for the first time I asked an idol for wisdom. Jesus Christ.

What a year. We get it. You and your friends hate 2016. Even though you sidle up to tragedy every chance you get. Me? Surprised myself. Didn’t give much energy to it. Detached. Mind the gap. I got respect for all of them who passed. David Bowie. Harper Lee. Leonard Cohen. Especially Leonard. Remove my hat and watch my head tilt, Muhammad Ali. Merle Haggard. Didn’t even let the death of the American presidency press me to comment. If this is what the collective conscious needs to gain consciousness, bring it. But I did feel the wind leave my body for a minute when George Michael died tonight.

Wasn’t all that femininity he had to wear; how it looked like the same reason I got called a fag every day for the way I walked, and talked, and the interests I had back then, way before I wanted anyone to know they were right about me. Wasn’t how happy George Michael made my mom with his song at the skate rink. Wasn’t his whole catalogue. Because it wasn’t. Was the way he’d stolen from the radio down to my tape deck, then into the cassette player in the bathroom, then sang Praying For Time while I was on the toilet taking a shit and begging God to give me so much wisdom I couldn’t ever be sad again.

Man, I can’t do Praying For Time tonight. So I put Colter Wall on instead. “Sleeping on the Blacktop.” Lessen my sense catches up with me.

Fra gee lay

December 24, 2016

I wanted the pastel “You’re a cotton-headed ninny muggins” sweater but they didn’t have my size.

 

The tackle practice of having and crashing

December 23, 2016

The white rabbit is said to be a symbol of human beings who are pompous and belittling toward anything they deem less valuable than themselves, yet they grovel to accommodate anyone from whom they stand to gain. To what end are you gaining? I’m not speaking to our governments. I’m speaking to the way we govern ourselves. Make a stopwatch live up to its name. We are not late for an important date. We have simply shown up too early for the next life and forgot to knock. Forgot that the future does not want us to arrive. It knows that if we do, it dies. As if people on stilts really need you to offer them more gravity.

show added

December 16, 2016

A benefit for Syria and Doctors Without Borders

with JP Starker Saxe and Jesse Thomas

Hotel Cafe, 1623 N Cahuenga Blvd, Los Angeles, CA, 7pm.



All are welcome.

stares at planet

December 14, 2016

Narratives, I don’t wanna tangle with ya. Any of ya.

A mile in your own shoes

December 6, 2016

Here’s where I’ll meet you.

Directions: Go right at all the yeses.



Banff Centre for Spoken Word Program April 17-29

Able

December 5, 2016

Deliver us from the overworked language in our poor excuses.

compared to the nothing you came here with

December 2, 2016

Someone on Instagram posted one of my lines

but I have no idea how they found the photo of me napping.

Everything happens at once

November 23, 2016

When God and The Moment mean the exact same thing.



Mucho Love to all the friends from childhood and my family for showing up.

What a night. Nothing excluded.

Aweston

November 22, 2016

Gonna miss you Austin.



Excited to see you Houston.



Headed thataway now. My foot weighs 74mph.