About ‘Condition Oakland’Posted Sections Up So Far TRACK 4 – CHAPTER 16: THE ELSE We pack up everything and we are loading the van, out back. Mark and I put our amps in the back, light cigarettes, and lean against the van. “Good show,” I say. “Yeah, good show. I think this is going to … Continue reading Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 4 – CHAPTER SIXTEEN : The Else
One begins to know the shifts in mood of one's beloved, by the way certain places on their bodies smell as they burn https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwIFlX3bW9s I leave it burning and count the deadA jilted lover, a one time friendIt reeks of incestIt reeks of painErase my anguish, forget your name Can't see the futureI just break … Continue reading Questions a Pioneer Facing The Jungle Asks of Their Beloved, One’s Trusty Machete
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdiD1w9CcIk forgetters - I'm Not Immune If you could seeFor once one inch beyondThe nose that cuts the airBefore your faceYou would not singMy dear with such high zestAbout the wonders of this modern worldIs there some place we could goAnd use each other for awhileI've got so much to discloseI've got five bucks wait, … Continue reading This Song.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOwiZYod0jo I rode down to the tracksThinking that they might sing to meBut they just stared backBroken, trainless, and black as night Climbed out onto my roofSo I'd be a poet in the nightBeat the walls off my roomI saw the big room that is this life This is my condition:Naked and hystericalReaching to grab … Continue reading It’s Punk Rock/Taco Tuesday – Thoughts on Jawbreaker’s Classic Song ‘Condition Oakland’, the Namesake for my Novel – Releasing a Chapter Each Week Here – ON PUNK ROCK TACO TUESDAYS~!
Sitting lifeless in an armchair, my limbs limp, dejected. The days when I realized where I had gotten to. Where I had come from. I had a brush with a magnificent soul, and only now was I able to see the brightness it offered. Of course, after what I myself had offered to connection at … Continue reading “A Little Trouble About Those White Corpuscles”
Does his laughter peel? Did a shot ring out? Did your heart give out? Were those the luscious sounds? Is that the smell of burning, petroleum-fuzed solid materials, industrious machine parts, TIRES SQUEALING OUT. I woke in a confused equation. Dreams of my father, epic chase and spy divisions, dying, pain, loss, ampitheater rock of … Continue reading I Dreamed I Was A Fireman