Daily Haiku

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Rude boy's out the jail

Up beats and beat downs
Selector spinning it 'round
Damn, that shit is tight

Monday, August 3, 2009

Ashes in the wind
Floating down the Wisconsin
From a sandy beach

Recent events in my life have me thinking about death*, mine and others. I'd like to be taken out to a sand bar in the Wisconsin River and stacked up on a bunch of oak skids and lit up. eventually the river will wash me to the Mississippi, then the Gulf of Mexico, hopefully eventually to Scandinavia and around the globe. There are some logistical concerns with getting that much lumber out onto a sand bar, but hey that won't be my problem. If it does prove to be impossible, burn me outdoors on a wood fire and bury me under an oak tree. If anyone has a decent use for my skull, they are welcome to it (productions of the Danish play and whatnot). I used to think I wanted my ashes or skull put up in the grid or backstage somewhere at whatever theatre company or space I called home, but I don't have one of those and I'm a rolling stone that hasn't had the opportunity to keep the moss off so going down the river would be more fitting.

*No worries, all the people in my life are healthy and my one injured pet is on the mend and will be just fine. I lost a rat a few weeks ago, but he lived a long full life.