magic

come as you are

if i was your girlfriend

Louis Vuitton presents: "Cruising through time"

lovers

A Dancers World

Billy Eckstine - Satin Doll

writing like tom robbins

Each sentence is a Zen universe unto itself, and while working on it, nothing exists but the sentence.

Billy Eckstine - Prisoner of Love

clouds in my coffee

Our story begins in a schoolyard 
A little girl skipping rope with her friends 
A tisket, a tasket, no lunch in her basket 
Just school books 4 the fight she would be in 
One day over this hoodie 
She got beat 4 some clothes and a rep 
With her chin up, she scolded "All y'all's molded 
When I'm rich, on your neck I will step" 
And step she did 2 the straight A's 
Then college, a master degree 
She hired the heifers that jumped her 
And made everyone of them work 4 free? 
No! Why? 
So what if my sisters are triflin'? 
They just don't know 
She said "Mama didn't tell'em what she told me 
'Girl, U need Pussy Control'" 

burn,baby,burn (part 1)

lady in red

the good, the bad and the stylish (part 1)

steps by frank o'hara

How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning a little to the left

here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it
and even the traffic halt so thick is a way
for people to rub up against each other
and when their surgical appliances lock
they stay together
for the rest of the day (what a day)
I go by to check a slide and I say
that painting’s not so blue

where’s Lana Turner
she’s out eating
and Garbo’s backstage at the Met
everyone’s taking their coat off
so they can show a rib-cage to the rib-watchers
and the park’s full of dancers with their tights and shoes
in little bags
who are often mistaken for worker-outers at the West Side Y
why not
the Pittsburgh Pirates shout because they won
and in a sense we’re all winning
we’re alive

the apartment was vacated by a gay couple
who moved to the country for fun
they moved a day too soon
even the stabbings are helping the population explosion
though in the wrong country
and all those liars have left the UN
the Seagram Building’s no longer rivalled in interest
not that we need liquor (we just like it)

and the little box is out on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining

oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much