...

this freeway melting business is serious business.

Orgy In the Beef Closet

this just in from TRANSMISSION Press:

The 5th TRANSMISSION chapbook, Michael Koshkin's Orgy in the Beef Closet, is now available. This book would make a perfect party favor at company parties, mixers, and ice cream socials. Orgy in the Beef Closet, is printed in an initial run of 150 copies, and is about 20 pages long, letterhalf in size, and staple-bound. This chap is printed on ivory linen paper, with an 80lb, vellum coverstock.

You can purchase Michael Koshkin's Orgy in the Beef Closet by making out a check to Logan Ryan Smith for $3.50 and sending it to:

Logan Ryan Smith
711 Leavenworth St., #35
San Francisco, CA 94109

Astral Guide

your girlfriend feels

him lying

in your bed

like crickets
or static television

or a wasp jumping

at your forehead

he shouldn't look
like an Ewok
in maroon robes

he should look
like your grandpa

or an iron fence,
or an Elk

or a wet-dream

in a swimming pool

check!

things done this morning and early afternoon

1. chatted with BB through email like a little girl

2. wrote a bunch of dumb poems and sent them to BB/ he did same (i would post a couple of his but he would probably make me take them down)

example:

"Having no "A" train in The City

The Giants play A

Streak in April the N

Is for AT&T Ballpark

Though for work I

jump on the Six bus

Gangbangers in N. Concord
claim 14 or

XIV

Which stands for North
Or N
The 14th letter
Of the alphabet"

or

"Envision soft tissue Kleenex

On your desktop

Called "envision" that's actually

quite rough
on the nose

when listening to E-40
on my desktop computer

smell me?!"



3. transliterated the cover of a Greek edition of a Patti Smith book for David Harrison Horton

4. scheduled a bunch of stuff for the good Doctor

this is the sound of my voice

check out a new poem by yours truely on Bob Marcacci's new radio show i-outlaw

Black Pudding

like "Bill Cosby's sweater"
is a joke

you've heard before

—and in the Summer
persimmons smell
like semen

under the door

composed of single cells
quickly on walls
and levitation

burrowing Black
Puddings

eat away metal

with evil

corrosive saliva

revelations...

and now i know why people who have office jobs don't check the computer afterwork or on weekends...

UCSF

"hey, i'm such-and-such...you must be the new Brandon Brown..."

...

leave Alec Baldwin alone you psycho bootch

or, i still can't listen to Eminem in public without getting all red-in-the-face

or, don't flirt with the super drunk chick in the bar for more than a few minutes because it makes you look like a dateraper

or, don't encourage fist fights between people you just met

...

sometimes Keak Da Sneak sounds like he lives on Sesame St.

or

as much as i try to like Sage Francis i fucking hate his music