anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
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anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
1d ago
Another Interview Question
Ah, this is so fun, so first off I’d
invite Tokischa – not Madonna,
even though I love her, but at
my birthday party? I don’t think
so. But the reason I’d invite
Tokischa is definitely because
of that raunchy video she did
remaking Madonna’s Hung Up,
with her a couple years back.
And add Joseph Gordon-Leavitt.
I don’t care that he’s grunged
out so. I just noticed he’s
Axel Foley’s new partner, what
a perfect pair they’ll be. Ooh,
and we have to have some good
old fashioned liberal journalistic
flair, so let’s make sure that
Rachel Maddow and Nicole
Wallace come. Lov ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
2d ago
Interview Moment
Oh it’d be Trevor,
I can’t even tell
you why, though,
I just totally dug
that name, maybe,
or I guess I’d heard
of two Trevors that I
know of, one being
Trevor Horn because
Howard Jones was
my favorite artist
for a lot of my
late adolescence
and teenage years,
all the way to college,
actually, I’d perform
Dream Into Action,
you know, the title
track of his album
that had the hits
New Song and No
One Is to Blame
(only not the
version with
Phil Collins
playing the
drums), but
the title track
which was not
released and which
nobody but me knew.
But I knew it. I’d always
wear a p ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
2d ago
A Shrug Isn’t Exactly What I’m Saying
Feeling a bit melancholy
on a Friday, but can I also
say I’m feeling more alive
and healthy and hopeful
than I’ve felt in a very
long time (pardon while
I intentionally do not
attempt to calculate
that duration). Does
everyone not hold such
conflicting feelings at
once on a general basis?
I guess not, but as we
enter June, this Gemini
says with confidence,
hesitance and a little
bit of pride and glee:
I do. And a hello
from mixed up me
to beautiful you ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
3d ago
Body & Soul
I, tenderly,
am an awkward
person. It isn’t
that I’m not of
a mind. It’s just
that generally,
awkward, anxious,
flighty, always
thinking ten
steps ahead,
these things
don’t render
the tender.
Regardless
of this logical
incapability,
I try. I do
try. And
speaking
of logic,
the typical
mode I use
to walk through
each day in hopes
of making it to another
in the most pleasant and
satisfying way, I am,
nevertheless, an
idealist, a rom
antic. I mean
I make my way
awkwardly through
these days I intend to
complete, if only just
to get to the next,
a poet. If that
means I’m a
romantic ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
6d ago
Abstract Painting
My favorite memory
is full of color, lots of
blues for the water
running through the
city, golden from the
brilliant sun, pastels
from the paint cover
ing the residences
alongside. Architect
ure that doesn’t feel
metallic, is organic
in that space, being
at a deficit, is fully
utilized. Water drains
behind my eyes, such
pleasure in the aesth
etic. A gondolier’s
song. The only rain
showers were upon
entry to the city of
the most pleasure
and, with a beautiful
stark black umbrella,
from that famous
square in the hours
before having to
head back into
routine civilization ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
6d ago
Poem from Stone
How long should it last?
Is it the marker for a
grave? What do I want
to say, if given the opp
ortunity, to you? Who
are you and what is it
like to be here at...
when is this? It would
have to be about me.
I like the feeling I get
writing that. It’s so
naughty. Or maybe it
could be inhuman,
filled with active verbs
turned nouns. Me,
erased completely.
That seems so insincere.
Or. Maybe you could come
here. Save me (us) from
what you know took me (us).
Do you have the cure?
Imagine nothing. Blank space.
A sheaf of paper with nothing
on it. No blood. No ink. From me ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
6d ago
A Smooth June
I’d found an apartment
just beneath Nob Hill,
where even back then
people would say
TenderNob rather than
Tenderloin. Lower Nob
Hill. I made a little
office out of half of the
closet of that studio
apartment. It had a
window with a pretty
view behind the old
fire station that had
become the residence
of the Fire Chief, or
had been. The current
Fire Chief had stayed
at their current residence.
Or that was my under
standing. But there
was a lovely back lawn
behind it that I could
see out that window,
which was spotted with
live blooming plants
here and there. This
was my first room ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
6d ago
Down As The Way Up
Memory can’t save
everything. Some
things that I used
to know can, perhaps,
never be known again.
Like being sexy, or con
fidently flirty. [I hear
a collective sigh?]
But imagine my dis
appointment. I think
to myself, This should
not be the case. But
that I let you take
these things away
from me, that’s the
hell of it all. Imagine
your surprise when,
all these years later,
I refuse to blame my
self, blame you. These
rare moments when
I give in, blame my
self, utterly, are the
worst possible. This
should not be the case.
Thieves of the soul,
all of you. I was not ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
1w ago
The Plunger’s Pucker
what am I doing?
reading doesn’t help.
i’m pretty sure that
talking about it doesn’t
exactly
resolve anything either. what
’s gotten into me? my head
spins until i’m exhausted. this
blank screen, my lovely,
lonely notebook. were i to
outright to give into this
chokehold i’d assuredly
kick the proverbial bucket ..read more
anachronizms by Del Ray Cross
1w ago
Paper Pumpkins
Woke up from a dream
of being strangled. I
stretch myself out as
long as I possibly
can. Hold myself at
that length, slowly
untangle from the
deep of the night
and worry if this
is far as it goes.
Craving curry,
I give up, boil a
pot of spaghetti
at 4 in the morning ..read more