Archive for March, 2014

March 23, 2014


Past Prime

Contact with anybody
who has produced work of quality
fills me with an air of thwarted yearning empathy,
an implausible sense of fraternity,
a melancholy sting.  Regret and resentment
gnawing at me, eating me alive.
This is what you reap
when you haven’t sown anything.

March 1, 2014

Yield to Total Deflation


Where the Fourth Wall meets the Glass Ceiling.
I will be giving it a good seven minutes of my worst.
Monty Bar, 1222 W.7th street, LA. March 6th, 8pm.