Blonde Bed Burns

Madonna in the cliche
Photo by Steve Meisel

What do you see?

I have always been fascinated by the warshak test. I think this one is a butt.
Scratch that. The inside of an ant's butt.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........

The End of an Era

This was around the tail end of my Manor Era. The beginning of the golden age if you will. I think the Manor will never be what it once was. Now that Freedom and Enterprise have left the building as they say, it seems more like a Calico-ic ghost town now. I have drove past it a few times now and it seems like just yesterday we blew Dodge. On to greener pastures and more closet space. I will say this though, I did a lot of growing up at El Manor. She'a was'a good to me'a! I will always keep those good times near and dear. I'm rambling now, but this (as seen above) was one of my favorite things to do. Loaf. I loved my bathroom, pink and black, how french of me. Every room had a dark orange peach glow. I would hardly ever turn on a wall light switch. Lamps, light rocks and rainbow strobes were law. The Peppermint Lounge was my modern day 54. The glitter from NYE of 07 is probably STILL there. Disco is not dead. I can smell it now...

Photo by Trevor Gonzo T.F

Make it talk, Sonny.

I can't believe I missed his show. He was right down the street and I missed him. I shun myself.

Haiku

Isolated
under our dark umbrellas,
we eye each other up.

*

I still remember
the way she flicked her cigarette
into a puddle.

*

Honey locusts stand
naked in the rain, surrounded
by shed yellow leaves.

*

The hiss of tires,
the slap of curb-surf against fire plug,
the hush.

*

Fountain in a downpour:
a homeless man in a poncho
fishes for change.

*

Wet footprints lead
to every other table
in the coffee shop.

*

A clear plastic sheet
keeps the nude cover girls dry
at the news stand.

*

Sun shining through rain:
umbrellas rise to reveal
astonished faces.

Wet city: by Dave Bonta 2008

Keyser Söze of Guitar.

Tico Tico BOOM! How can someone be that good looking and play guitar like that. It's a crime I tell you. Criminal! He's like Verbal Kent from The Usual Suspects. "And just like that(wwwhhhhhhhh)he's gone"