Here is a letter written on a Friday, an artifact of my tender thoughts at the ten oclock hour. This is time compressed to line, unpicked apples, unsailed waves, unswimmed reefs, unbought curtains, unbaked pies and turkeys and skins. This is a promissory note for hands unheld, a scream swallowed by pillows. This is the performance track, theatrical adlibs splattered like islands in the ocean of meter and snare. This is a combination for unlocking secret hatches. The lilt of words we know we're too young to speak, tongues we suck for hush. This is a wordless plea for a throat throbbing under your fist, a grateful twist of swollen lip, a scribble cryptic of things I'll never say. This is a gift. This is honest. My fingertips finding familiar the braille of your tight curls, my thumb on your eyebrow. I once heard a poet say that it's unfair: that in the moment of loving, you become hard, and I become soft. That I must wet and open. That I collapse around you, that I cave around your fingers. Please don't be cruel when I let myself be split by you. This is a letter. This is rare. Tell me what color your moon is. Ask me the colors of mine. Learn the shapes of my flag, the depths of my fear, the weight of the ash in my lungs. This is is a Friday morning epistle, pitched at the sky.
This summer I worked closely with novelist Isaac Perry (www.isaacperry.com) on a soundtrack to his newly released book All Falls Down (www.allfallsdown.com).
Check out the new music on the page:
"Eva and the Supastar" - 16 year old Eva grows up too fast when she gets involved with megapopular R & B singer John Forrest
"Kayla Walks In" - Kayla Forrest, stunning and seductive wife of R&B singer John Forrest, enters her penthouse suite for her first meeting with protagonist Ellison Parker
"That Night" - with adrenaline and passions running high, Kayla and Ellison find themselves tangled in a dark and dangerous game
eventually we shatter glass fractures bones snap snapshots crumble to dust and scatter on breezes razor as rapture, eventually we're captured - batter our knees on the last words of captors, straining against nets meant to strangle our pastors and after we fall silent and stillness sweeps the rafters is there a reason to afford ourselves laughter we breathe under sheets pulled to cover cadavers cavities of calamity calming the caspers that crisp on ovens crusted with jasper why hope for an answer when hope is a cancer
Don't forget to tune in to the Flabby Hoffman show on Fearless Radio tonight at 7pm to a live performance by eleven - Kristiana Colón, Deja K Taylor, and Kristen "kris de la rash" Beauford.
Sunday, Jun 15th, 2008 -- You don't like to take "no" for an answer when you want to do something, even if smart friends are against your current plan. You might pretend that you have real ram's horns to protect your vulnerability as you charge ahead. Reconsider your next move before you tire of running into the same wall again and again.
This time I'm going to keep it to myself This time I'm going to keep me all to myself --Bjork
we wrestle in bluegrass bat the lazy lightning bugs i mount you in a long white skirt you feel me warm on your buckle i smash your face with fresh thyme you laugh until you scream until you die
Though I am 62 inches tall, my pedigree is seven feet I heavily invest in me, the revenue is energy Envelop the eleven beams of light from luminescent dreams..... Developing my self-esteem.... ....and growing exponentially, so step to me respectfully and show what your intentions be, dispose of the pretenses and expose your Self, or let me be My seconds are so precious, your Rolex is not impressing me: Severing Giappetto's strings Lessons etched on melon seeds Resembling the restless queens, jesters left on bended knees Never less than heavenly, sex is like telepathy We jet from the Equator to Australia to the Western Keys Intensity of seven seas dissected by a desert breeze The lexicon I'm flexing on, descendant of Rosetta ink Stepping in stilettos or barefoot inside the temple Sphinx Correct your prepositions and your diction when you attempt to speak
