You think I'll stay put?
You punched a hole in my roof!
I'm here for revenge!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
High News Haiku 8
You think I'll stay put?
You punched a hole in my roof!
I'm here for revenge!
High News Haiku 7
You cannot stop me
With your top-kill, cones, pipes
Now I coat your coast
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
High News Haiku 6
You sucked me up from
Under the floor of the sea
Now clean up the mess
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Matt & Mariko - A Serialized Novel - 5.22
CHAPTER 13
Chapters 1-12: http://bit.ly/bP2JR8
The shining silver cube stood about the size of a small house, surrounded by a set of nine white parabolic discs, one larger than the rest. A blue haze hung over the mountains in the distance beyond. Other than that there was nothing but the alkaline sands of the dry desert lakebed in view.
Several men in white lab coats were moving from disc to disc. A voice over the loudspeaker announced: "Clear the area." The men all walked away.
The loudspeaker voice then counted down: "One minute warning." Then: "Ten second warning: Then: "Three ... two ... one."
A red laser beam shot in a circle from disc to disc, then – amplified and concentrated by the main disc – bore into the cube, instantly and silently. Only a moment later, there was a loud click as the laser shut down. A hole about six-feet in diameter had been cut through the middle of the cube.
Cheers, applause, hoots and hollers broke out from a crowd of about 100 standing behind Matt and Mariko, who had front row seats on the bleachers. Some of the engineers, probably the ones who had worked the hardest on the project, shouted "Yee-Haw!" and "Hot Damn!" and threw their hard hats into the air. Then the technicians, politicians and executives started filing down from the observation deck to a reception area off to the right, under the control tower. A group of black musicians on a makeshift stage started playing a conga-driven hard rock beat, chanting the name of Yamura's company _ "Ozawa! Ozawa! Ozawa!" _ over the pulsing rhythm.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Matt & Mariko - A Serialized Novel - 5.15
Mariko's white BMW sped across the narrow highway as the sun rose. Matt was still recovering from his bruises from the day before and groggy from his second 5 a.m. wake-up in a row. The early morning drive into the high desert, the sticky sweet scent of the sage blooming on the side of the road – it was just like the morning before. How could things have gone so out of control so fast? He asked himself if this was normal life in the real world. Then he remembered his high school days, college finals and the bleak three years at the telecommunications plant.
High school in Auburn was unremarkable, except for getting suspended for insubordination after refusing to run an extra lap and pushing back when the gym teacher pushed him. So was community college, except there wasn't even a fight with the gym teacher to look back on. Just the basic courses, the French he'd always wanted to learn, plus the credits he needed in electronics for a job at Voxtel, one of the only games in town, the telecommunications equipment company where his dad worked.
Because he could read a schematic, he eventually set up test benches for the new equipment, did the quality control checks, compiled the printouts and filed them in a report to his department head. It was a living, he eventually decided, but not much of a life. Two years went by, punctuated only by an occasional date, mostly with girls that family friends thought would be good for him. Some were with women he met while he was taking the family Doberman, Alex, for a run in the park. None had anything to offer beyond a quiet life in town and another 30 years of setting up tests for telephone equipment.
One day a film crew came up from Hollywood, a couple of guys with a Japanese production company making a video for Voxtel stockholders. They were filming Matt while he ran a test. He got to talking with them, and they told him there were hundreds of jobs for electricians on film sets around Los Angeles. They even gave him the name of an employment agency that could set him up with assignments.
It was just the excuse he'd been looking for.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Dirty Haiku Series – The Seven Continents
On the train to Rome
Carla did me with her lips
Pisa's tower leans
Monday, May 10, 2010
Matt & Mariko - A Serialized Novel - 5.10
CHAPTER 11
Mariko drove Matt back to her house, silently most of the way. Matt was exhausted and even though he knew she was waiting for him to tell her what had happened, he couldn't muster the strength.
"It's about my father, isn't it?" she asked as they pulled into the circular driveway.
He looked at her but didn't answer for a moment. She stopped the car.
"There's a lot going on," he said. He offered nothing more.
"Let's go for a swim," she said. "My dad's not home."
The butler had gone home for the night. They went up to her room, took their clothes off and wrapped towels around themselves. Then they walked back down the curved staircase, across the marble floor of the entry and out the sliding glass door of the living room, into the cool night air of the back yard. Mariko turned on the pool light and they both dived naked into the glowing turquoise water.
They glided together back and forth across the length of the pool as the rippling light cast a crazy dancing pattern above them on the walls of the house. The black sky showed its brightest lights, thanks to the wind of the night before that had blown the air clear. The Big Dipper was easily visible. Venus and Mars burned brightly near the moon. Mariko climbed out on the steps from the shallow end and Matt followed her. He put her towel around her shoulders and kissed her neck.
"Don't," she said. She turned to him. "What did the guy in the Jaguar want?"
Saturday, May 8, 2010
High News Haiku
Check it out, Europe
Think you are better than me?
You can kiss my ash
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Matt & Mariko - A Serialized Novel - 5.4
CHAPTER 10
Tally and Mariko handed their tickets to the valet outside The Black Cat.
"Girls driving tonight," Rollo explained to the valet, who didn't pay any attention. Rollo turned back to his friends.
"But the worst part of the whole Madelaine thing, I didn't tell you," he said.
"What?" Matt asked.
"She called me Jefferson."
"Jefferson?" Tally asked.
"Jefferson," Rollo repeated, shaking his head. "While we were making it. Jefferson."
"Who's Jefferson?" Mariko asked.
"Whoever," Rollo said.
"Come stay at my place," Tally said to Rollo. "It's better than sleeping in your car on that road by the water towers. Yuck."
"What about Jack?"
"That's over," she said. "We decided to get HIV tests, and he got so freaked out by the whole thing that he started hyper-ventilating in the waiting room." She thought for a moment. "Your dad been tested?"
"No," Rollo said. "Not gonna ask him either."
"What about Madelaine?"
"What about her?"
The valet pulled up with Tally's silver Acura, hopped out and held the door open on the passenger side for Rollo.
"Has she been tested?" Tally asked as she got in the car.
"They haven't invented the test for her yet," Rollo said.
Rollo and Tally waved good-bye to Matt and Mariko as they pulled out into the traffic on Melrose.
Dirty Haiku Series - The Seven Continents
Carvinal in Rio!
I had a fantastic time!
But what is this rash?
Monday, May 3, 2010
Matt & Mariko - A Serialized Novel - 5.3
Rollo, Tally and Mariko were sprawled in the turquoise-upholstered chairs around a big table in the middle of The Black Cat. Rollo was talking. Mariko was typing on her laptop. Matt could see she was linked to a brokerage account.
"Buying low and selling high, I hope," he said as he sat down next to her.
"A girl's got to take care of herself," she shot back.
"Two words: Persian barbecue. Aggressive marketing techniques. Go long."
Rollo, a Jamaican tae kwon do teacher Mariko had taken some lessons from, continued his story.
" ... so me dad has her movin' in, sleepin' with him in the bed where he slept with me mum just a few months ago."
Tally, Rollo's friend, an Israeli kickboxing champ Mariko and Matt had met through Rollo, got up and started jumping rope.
"Ew," she said. "That's disgusting."
The cafe was empty except for the quartet and a fat man at the far end of the restaurant, wearing sunglasses and sketching with a piece of charcoal on a large white drawing pad. The waiter brought three large bowls of cappucino and set them down while he looked at Matt. Matt raised his hand slightly and shook his head to let him know he didn't want anything.
"Udovic," Tally said to the waiter, a Serb in a fedora, "I saw you smoking back there."
"Call 911," he said. "Oh, I forget. You still kickboxer?"
"Second place in women's regionals."
"Oh," Udovic said. "Then I better vatch my ass." He walked away.
"Damn right," Tally shouted as he disappeared back into the kitchen.
Mariko noticed Matt was thrashed up.
"You look like you could use a double cap," she told him.
"I'm past the point where that would help. It hasn't been your typical day. I'll tell you later."
Dirty Haiku Series – The Seven Continents
Met Linda in Perth
Gave her seven orgasms
The kangaroo leaps
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Matt & Mariko - A Serialized Novel - 5.2
The black Mercedes rolled to a stop in front of a house on Alta Vista, a couple of blocks away from the Black Cat Café. He hadn't seen a single cop – you usually don’t, but still – all the way from Venice to Melrose; the Mercedes' owner would've called it in stolen. Matt walked quickly away from the car. It was scratched up badly and the rear windshield bore a spiderweb of cracks. His escape through the garage door had reduced the car to a flawed opal, shining in the twilight.
He wasn't in such good shape himself. His ankle hurt from landing in the alley after the jump from the window, his forearms, chest and hip were scratched from pulling himself over the cinderblock walls. He didn't remember where or how he got the cut on the cheek he'd noticed in the rear view mirror.
He'd have to go back for the Mustang later, which was a problem, because as usual he'd hidden his wallet under the driver seat so he had no money on him. With any luck, he thought to himself, the surf punks wouldn't figure out which car was his. And even if they did, they'd have got bored by then and contented themselves with setting it on fire.
Up the street near the boulevard, two men in turbans stepped out from a storefront. One held a plate with small pieces of meat on it, a toothpick stuck upward from each one.
Matt noticed the sign on the storefront as he approached. "Ezna'an Bros. Persian Cuisine."
One of the men blocked the sidewalk, holding out the plate.
"Eat kubideh," the man in the turban commanded.
"OK," Matt said. "I'll try one."
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Matt & Mariko - A Serialized Novel - 5.1
CHAPTER 7
But then Matt heard crashes and some shouting. The skate punks had thrown their boards through the window and jumped down to chase him. They were rolling through the alley toward him just as he was losing his breath.
He raced across the street, forcing a red Jaguar to screech its brakes to avoid running him over. He didn't know if he could make it over the block wall in front of him, but he did, pulling himself up and rolling over on his hip. When he landed, he found himself in a back yard with a kidney-shaped swimming pool and a swath of green lawn.
A bodybuilder in pink bikini briefs was stretched out in his chaise lounge, eyes apparently closed behind his sunglasses, an iPod's tiny headphones in his ears.
The Jaguar hadn't started up again yet, so the skateboarders jumped onto its hood then off the other side in pursuit. Leaving their boards behind, they scaled the block wall behind Matt and hit the bodybuilder's lawn just as Matt had crossed the yard and was leaping over the opposite wall into the next yard.
"Hey dude," one of the skaters yelled to the bodybuilder, but he didn't seem to hear or see them.
Matt landed on the lawn of the next yard, where a woman bodybuilder in a pink bikini was sunning herself on the chaise lounge in front of her kidney-shaped pool, iPod headphones in her ears, eyes shaded by sunglasses and apparently closed, because she didn't make a move as Matt ran across her yard, followed by the skateboarders.
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