Saturday, March 29, 2008

He's Walking All Over

(clicking pictures will download them)






Don't believe him

mind the Easter basket.








Thanks, Mom.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

A Country Song in Summer

The wind was tractor sounds,
and the bales.

Bales of hay drew us in
and rabbits became our prey.

Fateful afternoons spent
drawing hair to our cheeks
taking up razor blades and aftershave
from an old wooden armoire.

Ruby's coming down so get the kids away.

Once the pine trees gave me courage
enough to launch an arrow into the house
and the bees took it right up.

Corn for dinner and peas out back if you want them.

We're having corn for dinner
it's so hot got to keep it moving

A generator next door
lighting up the evening
and crickets in the garden.

Water in the air over the road
but it was dry, dry, dry.

I'd say wait for me tonight
let's all go down to the lake.

Those potatoes helped me sleep.

We kept a pond with frogs
and suffered loss through Breezy-May.

Her filly couldn't make it through
that summer.

© 2008, Jared Linzmeier

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Glad

Saw Glasser the other night. I really enjoy her song, 'glad.' The next day at work I saw Matt from FOREIGN BORN (who also plays in a variety of bands, including Cameron's GLASSER) and introduced myself, exchanged a few hellos cools. He's a nice guy. Since then it's been a day or two of things going very well, sleeping in, food food food, coffee per usual, truck sales, Tattiya's brother George and his companion Monica visiting from S.F., paperwork... T.C.B. tcb

Monday, March 24, 2008

A Week Is What It Takes

They'll challenge his manhood
they'll flex
and even when the walks
to achieve movie status
are fragrantly full

even something like a bow
can only partially suffice
to capture the quaint starkness
of a shaved cheek
or the slushy washfulness
of summertimes sneaking out

some young notions
of how good growing can be.

Paletted across the push
of cash-in-hand
and talks down
talks meant to challenge
and slurs let loose,

even at the dinner table
even dancing away from
slubby tiptoes in the months,

humble hands one behind
the back the other and a neck
somberly down are achievements

achievements at changing
a marked number of things
and marking the success
one man or one woman
may pull in simply doing
what they do.

© 2008, Jared Linzmeier

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Good Friday means wine, cheese, art, scooters, moped-crash delicious vegan tacos oh my oh my

Some good nights are made nearly fantastic by some bad or odd things.

oh my

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Happy Foot

Got it on my way back today. That bodes well. Nice precursor to kitty-loaves at home and indicative of finding a coffee table.

Another lunch at Soy Cafe the other day with the hills and the water and discussions of what it is to be a man.

I'll be seeing you..

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

I'm going to Barnsdall






to seize the hour.




(a you-are-here.com photo)

Monday, March 17, 2008

Savory savory savory

sunlight.


Savory sunlight up the Cahuenga pass and back once over. Great food, friend's family, mediocre movies, scooting somewhat illegally, savory bloody marys on the other side.

Silver Lake Reservoir is drained.

My cheeks turned red and I jumped higher off the ground than I have in months.

Now my trumpeted lips are waiting for an arm and waiting for an arm-in-arm walk to dinner.





Friday, March 14, 2008

They Used To Carry Along










and engage with their hands







and actually walk.





and nod a drabby hat in earnest.






We followed along late one night

and scattered back to curtsies and wooden signs.

I slipped on the barbed wire,

but we made it out fine.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

These days

of sunlight are nice and clean. It's a nice week for days to unfold. Watch out for summer days of soy cafes and elitists roaming the alleys.





tjk






Saturday, March 8, 2008

213

is my new area code. next up is an 'l.a.' tat. bye, 715.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

excerpt from a poem i'm working on:

From a portion temporarily called 'Ruby'


Don't let Ruby fall into the reds and browns
so it goes
don't let her fall down

tell her to expect flowers this July
and a nice brunch

Ruby oh the farm,
ruby kept the kids sneezing,
red and sweaty and itchy in the sun.
Ring the bell! Race to ring the bell!

Hold out through the winter.
There's no cattle left
no calves to suck
but Augie's hats are still
collected by the washer
and it's still a big house, Ruby.

Remember them together when you're down.
There was a month or two of kids
one summer
and they fought with wood and pool cues
built a fort of the yard,
made it a maze to solve,
and ran water when they shouldn't
they played games that shouldn't
be called games,
but they slept above you safely.

Enjoy your afternoon tea now, Ruby,
and wait for flowers in July.


© 2008, Jared Linzmeier

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

what a funny place

as of monday, mexico is only allowing importation of u.s. vehicles made in 1998. and more, they're calling the 1998 ford f150 'mexico's most sought-after vehicle.' i guess it's convenient that i'm selling now. ny times'll tell you.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

i walk the line

and it feels great.

tasty








tasty espresso today at choke. photo tonx.org





good way to spend a day off. coffee, motorcycles..

Saturday, March 1, 2008

i've been sick




for the past four days or so. bad sore throat. no good.

my truck is for sale. i'm hoping to replace it with something like the motorcycle above.

here! here! for hoping my throat will ease itself and that i'll be a motorcycle man soon.

enjoy the sprinkles today.