i want to start a magazine with my two great writer friends
ill write the silly shit
they can write the serious prose
ill sell the ads
they just need to practice
as we all do
all of us who claim to love words
they need you to work em out a little
word bench presses and squats
lean muscular prose
yeah baby

we'll start out as cheaply as possible
just to reach print
just to have something in our hand to show people
every two months or so sounds about right
and between the three of us we know enough interesting things happening aroung the city to really mark philly with the scent of our urine
to mark our terrritory
i think our first issue should be a tribute to kurt vonnegut
since that was the day i had the idea to stop being lazy
to stop halfassing words and take them seriously
to even edit
the E word
not here of course
ill save the editted things for the professional and slick calling card that our little magazine will be
im thinking about the size of the ritz magazines
they do them pretty cheaply
maybe spend a couple extra pennies on a shiny cover

it was raining monday morning
really coming down
pitter patter soak my ass on the way to work
so i figured if im going to be wet at work
i may as well be high too
so i loaded up the one hitter from the wooden dugout i like to carry with me at all times just in case
and tiook a deep hit
as i coughed the idea laden smoke from my lungs for the third or fourth time
you cough you get off
the words started to flow
the pen was moving of its own accord
i was simply the conduit
crazy ideas
good ideas
dumb ideas all pouring out
as the rain treated the transom above my toilet like politely clapping golf patrons saluting the second place golfer
the date was 4/11
the radio man said kurt vonnegut was dead
and then the idea came to take back the elevens
make 5/11 a party day like no other

the wake for KV
have a string of parties on the eleventh of months when the energy is there for a party
but it has to be more than booze
the people demand spectacle
bread and circusses