x-post: And the monkey, and the vortex, and the money of it all

There's an all-new audio-fun episode ready for your easy-downloading goodtimes over at ye olde Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. Drop by and check out The Winsor McCay Sketchbook: Money, written by Tony "King" Jonick and starring Bill "also King" Cassel" and Alana "Lady-King" Guy Dill. And remember: "It's the most fun you can legally pack into a 2.2 MB mp3!"

wandering thought

   please don't
              call
                on me.

                     I'm 
                     writing poetry.

Sunday, Midtown

Trying to cover
the three of us
  with one umbrella.

My naked hand out for a cab 
full-body soaked as that 
  car roared by 

and I was wet and cold and pissed.

Then giving up 
counting our change
to catch the crosstown bus

climbing onboard
paying our fare
  and me

   surprised to find it
   half-empty in the rain.

Banana Hands

I think most of us have been there at one time or another. I know I have. And I don't mean that metaphorically either.

Here's a piano/vocal song about those times, and what we were thinking. And maybe even a little about what we were feeling. Standing there. All banana-handed.

It's less than one meg, not even 900K really. Because you deserve a quick-downloading song about being banana-handed. What with all the good works you do. So enjoy! And watch the skies, -CV

Press Play to play.

playtime::56 seconds
file specs: just south of 900K mp3

Three-year-old salmon

Yesterday
I really let him jump on me
let him throw himself into me
like some red-headed salmon
and me the current
his feet slapping the waves.

He was laughing, slap-laughing
and flying, slap-flying.

And then I was the sand
and he was the ocean

and he stretched me apart and he wore me down

and he sent me
streaming
out to
sea.

A poem one of my ancestors might have written, but I feel this way too

When it's all clouded over
thick, sheep's belly wool
blocking out stars and sky
you have to think:
  Shit!
  We're screwed!

  Now we'll never see the aliens
  when they 
  come to eat our
    brains out.

He talks

He talks in a low hum
with no air between the words.

He fills all the space.
He fills all the space.
Hefillsallthespace.

He's like crickets.

Lunchbreak

He sat down sobbing
into his hands.

50 cents
and he wanted them
to give him a dollar for it.

Retarded. "I hate math."
And I just wanted to have lunch.

Then he stood, bearded
burly Thor
retarded.

"I hate math!" again
looking back
through his beard
over one thick shoulder.

And he thundered off.

Something to remember

Walking is a kind of dance.
Dancing is the only way to move.

(this from my 6-year-old back when she was a 4-or-5-year-old.)

x-post: Meet the Brando

John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and the late-great Marlon Brando all are hanging out over at Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. You know, just kinda...kickin' it. Shouldn't you?

Listen in on their private conversation in the latest MVRT episode, appropriately enough entitled John, Paul, and Brando. Plus: John, Paul, and Brando, "Tangy Brie" Remix!

Double Agent of Love, instrumental

Here's an instrumental thang that I've been noodling around with for the last week or so.

It goes kinda like this: da da da da, da da da -- blinnngggg, da da da. Oh, ya know, it's a wee thing. Hardly even a meg. Why not just download the tune fer yourself and hear this haunting melody the way it was meant to be heard? -- with sounds....

Press Play to play.

playtime:1:03
file specs: just south of 1MB mp3

Breaking news: Lyrics for Double Agent of Love are currently being developed by a small but well-trained army of underpaid worthsmithies working under the watchful eye and toe-tapping heel of xian. Look for the altogether vocalized version, coming (fairly) soon to a cecilvortex.com near you.

Highway Five

I walk into the restroom
and there are these two guys in
there and it already stinks
and they look at me like
I did something wrong
and I'm thinking hey --
I just got here and then

one of them leaves and then
the other one leaves
so now I'm all alone for
like two-and-a-half heartbeats
and then some new guy comes in --
some third guy, or fourth, really,
if you count me, and he's
walking right in, through that same door

and he's looking at me
like I did something wrong

and I'm thinking damn.
I mean damn. I'm spending
altogether too much time

in this stinky bathroom.