tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54801918309869786012023-11-15T08:07:13.271-08:00The May Project 2008Boog City Eventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736859750137242913noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480191830986978601.post-66052806382122108492012-01-27T12:30:00.001-08:002012-01-27T12:32:06.830-08:0005.01.08<br />(written 05.02.08—4:59 a.m.)<br /><br />stay up ’til 430 taking care of myself<br />watch a dawson’s creek rerun on tbs in its Siberia timeslot<br />flip to fox five morning show at six to see jodi applegate<br />(mmmm, jodi applegate)<br />calculating when to sleep to get today ok,<br />with each hour it going from getting a four-hour rem cycle<br />to a two-hour nap<br />to a fighting passing out get to bed at a decent hour<br />to a don’t watch the smallville, the office, and 30 rock you taped tonight,<br />they’re on a tape, you control them, dig?<br />to a stay up ’til 5 taking care of myself<br />finishing the last of the diet sunkist on fresh ice,<br />and then caffeine free diet pepsi<br />to chris carlin’s morning warm-up on sports radio 66 wfan sleeps me.<br /><br /><br />05.02.08<br />(written 05.03.08—12:46 a.m.)<br /><br />something’s telling me it might be you<br />two free cans of diet sprite (from the $15-plus taco bandito delivery)<br />beneath my hardback wooden school chair<br />next to that 24 ounce plastic mets tumbler I grabbed off the floor <br />after the brewers game last month<br />then soaked in hot soapy water<br />before thoroughly washing it out<br />that 24 ounce plastic mets tumbler 3/4-loaded with two different size ice cubes<br />the last taste of that no-wrapped from the stack slice of American cheese<br />in my, on my bottom teeth<br />maybe it’s you<br /><br /><br />05.06.08—3:11 p.m.<br /> <br />“And now, my always question, what’s happening in yr home?”<br />I asked Brenda Iijima,<br />it undergoing a constant renovation<br /><br />“Toshi is putting on his Jimi Hendrix shirt,” she said, <br />“that means he’s getting ready to concrete.”<br /><br />“That’s two lines of a poem,” I told her:<br /><br />“Toshi is putting on his Jimi Hendrix shirt,<br />that means—he’s getting ready to concrete.”<br /><br />“Now he’s getting latex gloves,” she said, “gotta go.”Boog City Eventshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01736859750137242913noreply@blogger.com0