Wednesday, May 28, 2008

unnecessary cupcake

for my wife

little and parasol adorned
the mop swept checkered floor reflecting
feelings and fat cells

tingle to the pink on a burnt belly
and the melting, rising to the temperature
of early summer in a little shop

on a small sunday afternoon with company
of four around a french table
with wire-knit chairs

the spray painted white sticking
to bear legs sticking out of skirts
and tongues minted in sweet, patient molecules of cake

Monday, May 26, 2008

hoola hoop score

773 and rising.

Ryan's Lemon Dogs

Back Story:
you know how carnivals and fairs have lots of junk food stands? and they usually have really big banners listing all the things they sell? for example, ryan, ashraf and i were at a book fair in Philly a couple weekends ago and there was a food stand with two signs, one on top of the other, which read "Lemonade" and "Hotdogs".

now, imagine you're ryan and your brain makes games of taking things too literally. "Mmmn, lemonade hotdogs!" then ryan continued by musing out loud about how a lemonade hotdog would actually taste.

and so, as we walked to fogo de chao to meet don and elanine, ryan and i worked out the ingredients for lemonade hotdogs, or what i now call Ryan's Lemon Dogs.


Recipe:
you will need the following items to make your own Lemon Dogs...

-hotdogs (all beef franks by boars head are the bestest)
-lemonade (something simple, made with real sugar and as few additives as possible)
-soft hotdog rolls (or hoggie rolls of bread, or whatever you like to put your dogs in)
-a sweet vidalia onion
-swiss cheese (ryan and i go for the real stuff, know in most grocery stores as Emmental (imported from Switzerland))



use a fork to poke lots of little holes in your hotdogs then marinate in the lemonade for at least half an hour. the more holes, the better.

after marinating, cook the hotdogs as desired (we broiled ours in the toaster oven, but outdoor grills are the best, i think)

while the hotdogs are cooking, brown the chopped onion in a skillet (we used cast iron, tastes nicest). once onions are cooked, add slices of Swiss cheese to skillet. cook until cheese melts and you are left with a yummy gooey cheese sauce.

place sauce-e-goodness on roll and place the cooked hotdog ontop.

enjoy!

Taste?
surprisingly delicious. i had trouble tasting the lemonade flavor at first because i was also drinking lemonade with my hotdog. there were definitely moments, though, when my hotdog suddenly tasted extra sweet and tangy. we're thinking, next time, more pokes with the fork and longer marinade time. ^_^

Thursday, May 22, 2008

wii fit




so, got wii fit, to get fit. started yesterday afternoon, continued this morning. so far the following parts of my body ache like never before: everything between my upper arms (shoulders included) down to my knees. did you know there are muscles in the side of your stomach? *itaaaaaiiii!!!*

wii fit is wii fun and i am actually looking forward to playing agian tomorrow! more updates to come.

Friday, May 09, 2008

promise #18

a bike ride on the sea, through the streets of
your Beirut

the humid spring air is scented with orange blossoms

it reminds me of the perfume you wear
and the box of precious teas you sent
on valentine's day

if only the mud on the tires didn't cake
and force us to stop
to rebuild

(thinking of the family)

Sunday, May 04, 2008

two

inanimate eyes locked
in the purge of lust

two poets, behind masks
return to form together

they are bound

the waltz



the waltz was invented yesterday
by two Japanese mechanics in a speaker box

with lock clock punch cards
and times in all three strands
of season and affair

the women they loved wore fans and feathers
like birds fit for stage and tragedy

we love the men that make us and break them
over our knees like children
with the will of our eyelashes

Saturday, May 03, 2008

panda tales

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the panda bear sings

sink tactic bamboo
thatched on the backs
of rice patty clouds

scolded in the shape
of Buddha and pests alike

no beads to speak of
and no bread to chew on
but leaves and leftovers

for dinner with the president
of Alpha Centauri or Russia

where the elephants are mighty
in art and masters of ceremony

the panda bear dances

tree story












a sun beats down
on the sorry brow
of a young boy
trapped inside
the body of a tree

five hundred years old
and twisted
with toes and thorns
and knots that beget
all real pain and grief

his heart beats
pumping veins of water
to ill branches
and dying leaves

but in his purgatory
he sees the world
as a king upon a kingdom
in all of its brilliance
and all of its turmoil
and beauty

and wonder.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

promise #17

today, the first of may,
i work on self identity and imagination

for the balance of realism in music
and the poetry of scrap metal robots

working to dispense the electricity and character
a replica of love--their hearts made

out of recycled foam cups, shaped
in the shadow of young men with long hair

and plastic guitars strapped over their shoulders
super stars in their living rooms

while i think about planting more bulbs
in the front garden come september