a meal for thomas

appetizer:
ode to thomas
floating off of dante's tongue



main course:
stop pretending
an exercise in seeing a light
coming out of your chest



dessert:
... a lady travels
d+a accompanying ella jay

that one kid

ok.

so i've typed and deleted a dozen times.
not my style.



i'm sitting over this keyboard.
working. singing. trying to scratch some things down.
make something out of nothing.
got some emails to respond to.
some phone calls to return.
some deadlines to hold on to.
some words to learn.


but for some damn reason, you keep swaggering through my head.
hat tilted to the side. shit talkin all the time.
poker handed you lose.
us tucked into each other on a couch, kinda cute.
late night texts.
short lived.
make out eyes
from that one kid.



... so i guess all i really wanted to say was hey.
hi.
it was nice to see you again.
for a minute.
wish you stayed.
but it's all ok.

see, i was just hoping, that maybe if i wrote this down,
documented this moment,
took a second to be silent
you would swagger out of my mind
so i could go on about my day
living out dreams type shit
breathing melodies type shit
another cigarette, dig the duet
make the most out of life type shit

so.
hmm..
i hope it works.



that was kinda the long way to say
in my not-so-much-my-style kinda way
i was thinking about you.
and it kinda made me smile.

D+A convo

You Vegans, you Hipsters, you Rebels, you Punks. (a poem)
by darryl jonathon


Friday, February 12, 2010 at 12:06am


I finally found you,
You artsy fuckers.
You vegans, you hipsters , you rebels, you punks.
I swear I've been up and down this side of Sunset Boulevard countless times only to find the likes and the kinds that don't speak like i do.
The types of people I dread to serve that morning cup of coffee to....

But here you are,
You vegans, you hipsters, you rebels, you punks.
Here we all are cramped in this tiny room.
We stand and listen to some generic band all fighting for our own little piece of bohemia.
You claim to be cultured, but I'm just trying to stake my claim...
I have my jacket zipped all the way up as if to try and conceal my identity,
But it's much too stuffy in here for that.

The truth is... I'm not one of you,
You vegans, you hipsters, you rebels, you punks.
You seem to get it, get it all deeper than I do.
You write better music than I do.
You make better art than I do.
You create more substantially.
This part of town reminds me too much of being seventeen again.
Standing in this room is like visiting this state of mind I'll always long to belong but never actually fit into.
It's fucking stifling.

You smell like an all natural food store,
You vegans, you hipsters, you rebels, you punks.
The kinds of places that keep you regular.
I had a big mac and fries before I got here and I swear they can smell it on me....


lady basco responds:

"Standing in this room is like visiting this state of mind I'll always long to belong but never actually fit into."
... and that, my dear nephew, is why we all belong.
right there.
because we seize to belong.
all us vegans, hipsters, rebels and punks.... See More
one ear.
pacemakers.
abandoned.
and broken.

each one of us.
we just got different ways of singing that song.
but it's all the same song.
the same message.
just masked under a different variation of words and rhythms.
different chords and isms.

we're all sidewalks with cement hearts.
sometimes we're walked on.
sometimes we're danced upon.
and if we're lucky.
every once and awhile the streetlamp burns just for our little strip of way.

but for the most part.
we're all in the dark.
and while we're there, if we're clever enough,
we'll scratch something down.
document something good.
so that when it's our turn to shine,
like the pavement beside us does so well,
up and down that side of sunset blvd,
we will glitter.
our hearts will melt.
just for that light.

and just beyond us there will be some kid.
scratching something down.
talking about how he doesn't belong.

see love?
we all be part of each other.
not belonging unites us.
it always has :)



... oh and...
big macs and fries.

LOVE.

bringing home the bacon

... a lady travels

just another monday night poker with the folks..
music as people shuffle in

dj on a geetar
darion on the back of a geetar

<3
D+A

flingshots

turns out it's a little hard right now
to hold up this chin
find that bend that makes a grin
so today i slipped on some denim
threw on my kicks
and lived out this poem

me living in limbo
a transition
juxtaposition
poured me a drink neat
sip sip for a taste of piece

on this couch denting these words into nothing
biding my time with these silly flings
so let's swap spit for a minute
what difference does it make
a little talk, a little kiss
go ahead, look me up and down
measure me up, put me on one of your lists

cause the truth is, i'm not concerned anymore
letting go of all those things that make me eligible
make me fuckable
something like lovable
i ain't trying to convince you
or her
or him
or them
can't do it anymore
i'm exhausted
a little nauseous
by your mouth
and your checklist
make out eyes
timing missed
see, you're kinda just another guy

like i'm kinda just another girl
so sure, let's move our tongues like we really give a fuck
pretend we're awestruck

and then what?
it's as common as muck
you go your way
and i go mine
cause you and i
we got better places to spend our time
happy happy day
my sweet valentine

this lil' light of mine

i could never capture that one morning on the couch in san diego
i woke up early and looked out the window
you came up behind me and gave me a squeeze
a squeeze of a million squeezes never to come again

or that sleep near a red wall, under a canopy in brooklyn
naked bodies beside each other
dry throats because of the radiator
cold wind from the crack in our window from the side of an air conditioner
us tucked into each other begging for warmth
us tugging into each other begging for salvation

early mornings on western avenue
my feet kicked out of a window
your sleepy eyes gazing over at me as the sun woke up
your hand on the small of my back
me staying up just in time to move my car
you fighting sleep
just in time to remind me where home was

breakfast noodles
you and my brothers
your eyes so bright
talking till all odd hours of the morning
glazy
from love
resting on your belly
loving the crevice between your brows
the dent between your ear and your neck
and laughing
loudly
my head on your thigh
my breath on your collar

innocent touching in the bed of my dad's truck
tongue spitting under blankets
wishing we were older
wishing we were forever
hugging every word we exchanged
every glance
making love to an idea

you and me on the sofa
a quickie
an adolescent phase
you inside of me saying you can't go any further
because you see my mother
you see her light in me

wanting so badly to touch
we gotta do it in a parking lot
i remember you being so large i could burst
i felt you on my tailbone

or in a long beach bathroom
kissing so hard our lips almost burst

in that one apartment
you were so coked out you shaped your mouth to fit mine

in a diner somewhere
when a cloud of creamer powder framed my body
and somehow through the mist of white
you saw me
like a gentleman
you came back

or that note you left me
it said something about you losing your cell phone
and if i would be so kind to 'drop it back off at our house'
and you crossed out 'our' and said 'my'
and some where in there i felt like i belonged with you for awhile

and him for awhile
and him

or that very first time
when we made love
you never forget your first
the one's in between may get muddled
for some people
but no doubt
the first

and when you're some one's first
no, never forget those either
he was sweet

... sometimes it doesn't even have to go that far
sometimes its just first loves
the wreckage, the blessing
the set up for the rest of your life

may there always be light shining on you some where
because in my memory
when i can capture it
if i am so lucky
you are always shining inside of me