I finally got in touch with Marta today. She was in the car with that creative writing teacher from VCU - not that it matters - not sure why I even mentioning that. I could here classical music playing on the radio …
Anyway she says I can come by today while she’s at work to get my stuff. Finally!
under the overpass I met my best friend mrjoey
sharing a jerky and a wild irish
the stories of mrjoey makes me cry
well it might be the mrjoey stories of dropped babies and missed trains
but it might just be
might just be the sun going down on the great state of Richmond Virginni and all the Massas in their cut lawn homes in Windsor Farms on this good wednesday thursdayfriday night dinner time with wine and tapioca pudding.
I find it hardly breathable under this overpass - under this over - ha! Ha!
Don’t judge mrjoey’s eye
don’t look good
don’t look good
it always closes up puffy up when he tilts his head back so’s he can knock back here under the over smelling like mildew and cat pee
makes the wild irish taste not good like it should…
like it should …
Got me fiddy with the sign at boulevard and broad till it came to fight or flight and I decided to flight today
flight away to the under the over where I meet up with my best friend mrjoey
my best friend got hisself half a hat he found behind the Rite Aid and it makes him look important for the sun going down
mrjoey says it’s prayers for the sun going down red and orange and blue and purple like a squinty wink at the trains heading out of town
heading to who knows where
even MrEinstein don’t know that.
This is Gracie and Jimbo Emory. Gracie cuts hair at the salon where Marta works. We’ve gone out for drinks a couple of times and they seem ok. Every once in while I think I’ll catch Gracie giving me the eye - could just be my imagination. And Jimbo … he’s got a Tumblr blog called timjerry that’s kind of interesting. He can come off a little arrogant sometimes, like he’s some kind of whoopee-shit artist who has a deeper understanding than anybody else of how the world works. But he’s listened to a good bit of music and we usually end up talking about that while Marta and Gracie bitch about their customers. It’s usually a pretty good time. They’re coming over for a cookout on the 4th - beer and ribs, mmmmmm!
Marta’s actually studying to become a citizen. Her goal is to take her oath next year on the 4th. She takes Independence Day very seriously.
As long as there’s beer and ribs I’ll stand and salute whatever she wants.
“The Tree of Life, very much like poetry on celluloid, is a wondrous meditation on the nature of being. With what film critic A.O. Scott calls “disarming sincerity and daunting formal sophistication,” the film explores not only who we are and where we came from, but also the costly and often painful features of our being human: memory and desire, loss and grief, estrangement, regret, and reconciliation. These realities are at the film’s core, and a conventional storyline about the sudden death of a beloved son and brother provides the platform for their remarkably unconventional treatment.”—Debra Dean Murphy (via azspot)