Me, Jimmy and about 5 billion kids headed to the Atlanta Aquarium for an afternoon or oo-ing and ah-ing as the shelf-life.
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Dawn + Jimmy in NYC
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missing you weirdo bookstore
Today I ache because I have the flu and I ache for one more reading at the Singing Wind Bookstore. Jimmy and I went to see Robert Hass and Brenda Hillman read in the cramped little ranchhouse-turned-bookstore. What an odd idea to stick a bookstore out in the desert. Fitting tho. Name: Singing Wind Bookstore …
Palace Brothers, Bonnie Prince Billy, or whatever his name is….
Jimmy and I rocked it at the Palace Brothers concert. We ran into Brandon and Josh — was like a 6th Street Reunion!
Visit to Jimmy and Misty’s
Unfinished Portrait of Jimmy in Green
My unfinished portrait of jimmy in green. I can’t seem to get the rest of his face right. I just keep doing the hair. His hair is prodigious. At first I thought I would one-day give this to Jimmy. But now I know I need to look at it often so it’s staying right where it …
The City of Resemblances
Kari made man made in Hong Kong in Wan Chai in Kowloon. I am immune on the edge of the sea eating almond soup. Hello obstructions backways and elevator islands, my glasses scaffold and white and small: a bee I am a bee I said. Someone smokes on the linoleum below taking each pull out …
Weekends
The weekend before last was worse than most weekends, save a few. There was a party and a fight. Cops talked to me. It was Jimmy’s birthday. ************* This past weekend was better than that last weekend. There was no party and the person to fight with is gone for now. It is not Jimmy’s …
Jimmy Dreams about Ex-Presidents
We spend our weekdays recounting dreams. Drunk sun lurching in and out of the leaves, then losing its nerve beside our white house. You say ex-presidents are the problem. Clinton comes gripping your shoe’s only tongue. Reagan hand-shakes your amputated arm. Washington won’t stop washing his teeth. He kneels at the mouth of a New England mountain. On top, …
Letter to Jimmy
Not counting the subway pass that fell through the gutter. And the table that I tried to carry by myself. I’m okay. Afraid at night. And flies keep dying on my floor. The newness of the room is dizzy, desirable in the way that paint slides off, how walls break like blue notes in the …
eight times Jimmy Lo (written on 4-25-02)
I like it when bugs die. -jimmy lo yo whus up. -jimmy lo mount piss god basket in my balls of steel. -jimmy lo yeah. die die. -jimmy lo I’m gonna steal your laptop–jimmy lo look at my sexy body. look at me moving. –jimmy lo I’m going to jump off this bridge. right here. …