for hours in darkness

just watched the latest episode of The Wire and saw that Gus Haynes, the fictive city editor of the Baltimore Sun, had this headline taped to his computer:

Many Are Trapped for Hours In Darkness and Confusion
it's from the New York Times, looks like, after the first World Trade Center bombing.

so: is it a shout-out? or is it a snarky commentary, a sidelong glance at the Gray Lady, a grammatolatric in-joke? or is it beyond that, even – and are they being profound?


no blogging

in the middle of a thought
no blogging
at night

in the middle of

no words to find to title
the moon my favorite kind

went and saw it one time you
were there

it was great you
were there



none shall pass

Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist
Wither by the watering hole, water patrol
What are we, to heart huckabee, art fuckery suddenly?
Not enough young in his lung for the water wing
Colorfully vulgar poacher at a mulch like,
"I'ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt." (Fine.)
Sign of the time we elapse,
When a primate climb up the spine and attach
Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines,
They get a rise out of frogs and flies
So when a dog fights hog-tied prize sorta costs a life.
The mouths water on a fork and knife
And the allure isn't right,
No score on a war-torn beach
Where the cash cow's actually beef.
Blood turns wine when I leak for police
Like, "That's not a riot, it's a feast. Let's eat."

And I will remember your name and face
On the day you were judged by the funhouse cast,
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky like, "None shall pass."
None shall pass, none shall pass...

Now if he never had a day a snowcone couldn't fix
He wouldn't relate to the rogue vocoder blitz,
How he spoke through a no-doz, motor on the fritz
'Cause he wouldn't play roll over, fetch, like a bitch
And express no regrets though he isn't worth the homeowners' piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz. (Fine.)
Sign of the swine and the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye of the storm
With a siphon, a lure and a prize and award,
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war.
True blue triumph is more.
Like, "Wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold,
Let it break the balls of Jericho. Ready? Go."
Sat where the old cardboard city folks
Swap tales with heads like every other penny throw...

Okay, woke to a grocery list
Goes like this: duty and death.
Any one object, come stand in the way,
You can be my little Snake River Canyon today.
And I ran with a chain of commands
And a jetpack strap where the backstab lands if it can. (Fine.)
Sign of the vibe in the crowd
When I cut a belly open to find what'll climb out,
What a bit of gusto he must erupt
Make a dark horse rush like enough's enough.
It must'a struck a nerve so they huff and puff
Till all the king's men fluster and clusterfuck.
And it's a beautiful thing
To my people who keep an impressive wing span
Even when the cubicle shrink,
You gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed
And march you through the machine...
- Aesop Rock, "None Shall Pass"