words through barsmoke
Friday, September 28, 2007
Putting It On Wax
The Real Real Behind The Real
Saturday, December 04, 2004
movie scene #1 - MORNING, THIRD FLOOR CONVERTED ATTIC BEDROOM IN AN UP AND DOWN DOUBLE APARTMENT, CLEVELAND.
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cut from black title screen to backlit silouhette of a nude woman opening the blinds of a curtainless window.
cut to man in bed viewing this from behind. a look of contentment as he raises his head to look more intently. and then his head drops to the pillow.
G I R L
- good morning pillowhead.
M A N
- call me at lunch.
G I R L
- the cat got out.
M A N
- i'll get it. any trains?
G I R L
- not one. they're random.
M A N
- no way. ok. call me at lunch.
G I R L
- here's the phone. it's on the nightstand.
M A N
- cool.
he rolls over. fade out.
posted by sw # 8:19 PM
Monday, June 14, 2004
eternal thoughts of what happens to us after
there will still be birds to watch out a window somewhere
and snowmen will stand guard over us in the winter
the badlands will still be there too
and we’ll go over them.
there are pages in a heart that turn
and hands that keep their grip.
spw.
posted by sw # 8:27 PM
Sunday, December 28, 2003
PLAYING PHILLY AND CLEVELAND IN BALTIMORE
never let yourself get beat deep.
run once in awhile.
beware underneath.
double coverage.
posted by sw # 4:24 PM
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
just because you say you are on an emotional roller coaster it doesn't mean that you are on one. half the things you say are made up. the simplistic shit you bring up. and you're over there on some fucking roller coaster. well then put your hands up. at least enjoy the ride. you just go around in circles with your emotions slung like a purse, like a dead skinned rabbit slung over a butchers arm. i've got nothing sympathetic to even think about you.
posted by sw # 7:04 PM
Friday, December 05, 2003
i want it to be like coney island in 1917 with boys briskly whisking wrists inside peepshows. they fucking dance boy i tell you those women move. people just discovering synthetics, and those nylons could sure hold an ass up high. especially under nickle payed for stagelights from the hawker outside. 1917 and not a care in the world.
posted by sw # 10:15 PM
Friday, September 05, 2003
yet another setback. dragging it on and on. carry on they said, carry on. it is a weighty matter that greys this slow. a wrinkle stemming from columns of sameness. there's always another hill. always. we stretch into the distance and go on and on. late into the evening we pass coins across bars and barter that last dollar down to nothing. ground up we'd all look the same. really. and the people jeer all the way. they invent new reasons and weights. they shift change everything into doubles. and there is no picking between that or the other. just yet another setback. heavy crosses and tight ropes and mirrors. leave it to them to bring the hammer.
posted by sw # 8:11 PM
