MYNY: a Work in Progress

2007-05-04T12:35:00.000-07:00

It was a great hazy time
Spent spinning off with
Strangers in a paradise of
Broken glass, trash, citydebris,
Blasted cab commotion, emotion,
And loss of primary motor function.

Do you remember?

It was late-to-class spastic
Sick all-nighter madness,
Gratuitous haywire hormone
School of Badassery bliss.

Do you remember?

Paul with paws drawn wide
Cocked black socks pulled up and
Fifty-seven rubber bands on one wrist
Drawing on the other with a
Black magic marker
Gone snood-crazy or weeping
On the roof with holes in his
Arms with brand-new friends
And two bottles of Steel.

Or napping to Dillinger three-
Puffing camels screaming in
The shower with an expander in
His ear and a beer in his hand
And whipping out his big fat
Notebook for everyone to see.

Do you remember?

Jed the beer scholar and Johnny-on-the-
Spot guitar pub-crawler wrapped head-to-
Toe in duct tape, locked in the bathroom
Grinning like a maniac or chucking pink
Down the fourth-floor stairs and
Trying to force a trip.

Do you remember?

Breakable once, now broken, somehow
Fixed Jen B, who blamed
All her bad habits
On me,
Shooting magical brown gack from
both nostrils on my birthday jacket,
Thankee, hanky-panky-Bankenstein.
We were glad to have saved you,
A bible-belt princess gone bad so good.

Do you remember?

Big Mike Trice the twice-the-price
Cuddly Bear, gentle, clumsy, wearing trip
Five soul New Hamshire style and there
Behind the B-Boys poster, the moptop
And the innocent grin, was a secret
Life of wire and random numbers.

Do you remember?

The power-plug for Jade we stole
From Fuckin' Rau that
Instigated a gay porn war in the bathroom?

Do you remember Hannah?

Or the guys across the hall--the ones
With the room something had died in--

Do you remember?

Skate-punk stencilboy Tom Patterson
Blasting off the fire extinguisher
Stone drunk at 3 AM five feet from the RA's
Front door the night we had the most
Excellent collection of contraband booze we'd
Ever assembled.

I've never seen a bunch of drunks
Work so efficiently or quietly, and
That hall was sparkling by four.

Do you remember?

Jessie painstakingly painting
Perfect trout on a desert sky
Downing doublepints of malt
So fast it melted your eyeballs,
Screaming bahgel for bagel and
Beg for bag before beating the
Ever-loving bare-knuckled shit
Out of me.

Do you remember?

Do you remember the TV we
Found on the sidewalk with its
Wiry little throat slit? We stole
It from the trashman, smashed its
Face and left it on the roof like
A silver-screened rape victim.

Do you remember?

Do you remember Tiffany
The hugger, PA mama,
Yuengling chugger,
Hallway hound of Pantas
And rooftop queen of Athens
Whose mother sent me pictures--
Snowman pornography-- online?
What a fine time.

Do you remember?

Cesar the 13-ways-of-looking-at-a
Rum-lover crowd pleaser,
Ticket-holder, taxicab rover,
Walking straight into the RA office
With two 40s in a bag and a
Blitzkreig haircut, nothing but
A hand-talker, comic book shop-
Stalker, block walker, the only sucker
Dumb enough to ever
Loan me clothes.

Do you remember?

Sarah Michie, that bombshell
Heartbreaker, Rollergirl ballbuster
Smoking mota to a
Silly giggling blissed-out, blessed state
Or dragging hair on skin to ruin nerves
And sever senses, creating present tenses
Or fitting three to a long-john bedspring.

Do you remember?

Walking the streets of Brooklyn
Easter Sunday for a
Scrap to cook and
Finding fish because the
Turkey had burned.

Cesar coming in to class
Clad in sweats and leather
Posting a comp for LCD
And weeping, giggling in
Uncontrolable exhaustion.

Do you remember that Mod kid?
The one we all hated.
I wonder what became of him.

Do you remember going to war with
The neighborhood kids, who egged
My bed from street level
Through an open window,
Enraging Bear, who upended
A carton of spoiled milk
On them?

We kept the window closed after that.

Do you remember?

Leaving the Gardens after
Four-o-clock close to
Find Gueneviere passed
Out on the bar and some
Poor lonely bartender
Bumping lines off the
Counter--

I wonder why they shut down.

Do you remember?

McKenzie code-talking, night-walking,
Chalk-writing dark findings in
The quiet of the welcome suite,
Asking me the questions that
Could shut me up and make me think.
None of you were there.

You wouldn't remember.

Jordan and Leah, portioned, scorched
On Eeeeeeeyeah and the
Ravequeenjunglegymjamjuice.
Leah was a cutie gone creepy--
Must be something in the air in Maine.
Jordan was a kewpie on coffee--
Rolled all night like the evening train.

Do you remember?

The night I got weird in Jordan's room
And someone's little sister found me
Very amusing as pieces of my body
Ceased in sequence to exist. Jordan
Was less than pleased with me, and Paul
Had to walk me back home shuffling
In the snow leaving trails where my
Feet might have been. That may have
Been the beginning of the end of us.

Or maybe I'd already missed it.

Does anyone remember?

Does anyone know?

Tommy the Greek, who could already
Outshoot anyone I know, taking potshots
At me dressed in tweed and nicotine.
Best I ever looked and tip-to-
Tipped more smokes in fifteen minutes
Than even I care to know.

Do you remember meeting BOD
For the first time?
Was anyone's take on that
The same as mine?

Travelling drunken, carefree
(or not so)
Nights to Small's to watch dying men
Play music we'll never understand
Until we couldn't stand and the subway
Was such a wait. That dark and
Smoky room was a glorious home for
Bathroom taggers, hammered staggers
And late-night bedroom eyes.
The crew in tow and damn what happened next.
Those are nights I'll treasure.

Do you remember?

Rachel chewing knuckles to stay
Awake three days into a house and
Losing sense of time but never mis
Sing a cup night at the gardens or
A dose of Remy to fill that long
Lean stomach or passing out on
My bed because she knew when I
Got in I'd wake her up and kick her
Back out to the studio. I still don't
Know what Pano means.

Do you?

a quick romance

2007-05-04T12:33:00.000-07:00

a tangent is this:
nothing but a kiss.
a circle and a line
at a cosine.

the magnetic orchestra

MYNY: a Work in Progress

a quick romance