audio self-portrait

Hey
(teeth)
this is a
(mustache)
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Self Portrait
Weird.

a misplaced blog comment

Andy Grundberg
his words grow on trees
his classes are full
he’s in the hall
behind the door
at the top of the steps
he stands there
at New York Ave NW
he is pleasant
he is driving
he is stopped
for a motorcade
giving a lecture
getting a coffee
wearing a rain coat
sunglasses
he is not in
his office
he has leaf
left gone
his words grow on trees

Old Fort Western

Old Fort Western

Built upon a gypsy catacomb.
Gathering place of Illuminati individuals.
Manufacturer of illegitimate afghan rugs.
Pumping out clouds of radiation.
Walls packed with Nazi riches.
Provider of gray market exotic pets.

Old Fort Western

Your visage crumbles under the wails
of Benedict Arnold's specter.

Old Fort Western

Old Fort Western the only fort with a strip club in the basement;
Old Fort Western I loved that Halloween party you threw last year,
And the complimentary beers you serve after your tours.
Old Fort Western:
Haunted by the ghosts of Judas and Brutus, Julius and Ethel, Benedict and John.
Old Fort Western I am going to apply for your artist grant next year.
Old Fort Western on a hill by the Kennebec, in the state of Maine,
In the United States of America.

listening to the dead during eclipse

things to do
-----------------------------------------
vibes? vibes come to
me from the road.
the planets are aligning
the fiddles are fiddling
the drinkers are drinking
the the the the the
criers are crying
the world is spinning
pilots
flying singers
sighing
signers signing travelers
tripping trippers
traveling the lights
are flickering &
livers are living
& dying

Attn: Addressed Persons

FROM THE OFFICES OF OPERATING DIRECTOR OF C.F.R.---INTERNAL MATTERS
-PUBLICIZE FREQUENTLY AND AGGRESSIVELY.

Dear Patron of Mind Resistance,

The attacks have increased on the outer perimeter of our telekinetic shield. A brief breach broke through and resulted in some loss, attributed to physical devastation of the human shell. My punctured lung gives off a wheezy rattle, and burns are mapped across my left arm. Our location was given as a gift of treachery by an inside informant. Soviet-era satellites reactivated, dialing coordinates spanning the tropical eco-centers. Brain wave patterns echoed across the humid landscape, collecting at our location. Although the fight will continue, and increase in its difficulty, it is most important to remain focused.

Collection signals beam from the radio towers that play top forty hits. McDonald's hamburgers contain micro-receivers that bore into your cerebral base. Drew Carey's recent recruitment by the longtime mental slavery stalwart, "The Price is Right", is only more damning evidence. Bob Barker has gone underground in his attempts to infiltrate and poison the inner rankings of C.F.R.. These are just some of the most blatant and major efforts by these sinister entities to once and for all end our fight.

Stay on guard. Carry your mental cache with you at all moments. Decrease psychic wavelengths as to avoid detection. Spiral your telekinetic transmissions.

My mind is mine until the day I die.

---C.F.R.

coin tossers, 2002

Whisper from the series : remembering/fortunes

Like a magnet the group moves towards you
A Little nightmare
Full of shifting objects, blurbs and blips