MTV

 

850 Bryant

The bus sounds like Chewbacca on the way to voir dire

I really don’t care if you call it “Frisco”

 

 

Facebook <3’s Facebook

 

Facebook ruined Doppelgangers
Everyone is really (ph)fat now
I’m against prop h8te
No one is buying anyone’s books
My cousin is a breezy
Tell me the color of your panties
If you’re against breast cancer
I’m being friended
By every post-avant poseur
In the USA

 

 

The Fruit Bowl

 

Quit passing out those fliers
We’re just standing out there naked so to speak

There are hundreds of people in that car
Driving by a bad review, and it wasn’t

A good review, and it gets totally ignored
It’s sort of an internal voyage

For me, being from the East Bay
I’m seeing these rearview mirrors

Filled with Jacob’s Ladder faces
Opening with bouncy snippets

In the back of those cars, fat blunted
Hip Hop pupils for the seasoned

Demons doing nothing but staring
With hundreds of other domestic

Limbs pressed against the glass
And I am eagerly waiting

For my friends to distract me for
At least 3 to 5 songs as long

As I keep my sunglasses on
I get major play in this neighborhood

And I’m sitting there playing around
Appealing to that 17 yr old Junglist

With a cross between William Orbit
And Loop Guru and it’s all making

Sense, I’m in the Fruit Bowl Neighborhood
Of Concord spooning with myself

A grace that becomes familiar
The more you sit cross-legged

Smoking effeminately, the more I think
There is a grace to these fucking asshole Shadow People

And the more I am thoroughly impressed
If only because I’m supposed to meet

My family at the SF Film Festival
In a couple hours for a Chinese movie

About feudal fisherman who are supposed
To grow angel wings, and maybe somewhat similar

To that Hardkiss Acid-House favorite
“The Phoenix,” somehow this is all

Hard and yet funky but I have to rethink
My review angle, I remember a lot of techno trance

And some kind of psycho karaoke
And it was a well-produced movie

But it broke my heart realizing
That just because it’s foreign

Doesn’t make it worth watching

 

 

Fight The Future

 

This movie haunts me to this day; I get this urge to rent it every few years (and now I can stream it over the net). As a child abductee and lifetime member of MUFON, in late 1997 I had what some would simply call an imaginative waking dream that I personally believe was some form of telepathic vision (for lack of a better word). I can only speculate that whomever came up with the plot of this movie had a similar thought (coincidence?). In my waking dream a vessel similar in appearance and age to the one in X-Files: Fight the Future filled with enough empty containers (like the ones in the movie) to hold several hundred thousand people — with similar intentions for them as in the movie — was approaching Earth’s outer atmosphere. In a few seconds, another massive vessel became visible and fired some kind of weapon that destroyed this ship instantly. A flash of light illuminated the northern hemisphere over Russia for a brief moment. The vessel that fired on this ship (don’t ask me how I know this) was a military vessel from an extraterrestrial civilization that considers our species as an emerging life form that is very rare and endangered. The vessel it destroyed was attempting to poach humans, several hundred thousand at a time, as part of a black market. Perhaps I’m guilty of an overactive imagination and so be it, or maybe this really happened and I was somehow privy to it when it occurred. All I know is that I no longer fear extraterrestrials because they consider us a protected species like we protect rare species of animals on Earth, and that’s pretty cool! This movie is an emotional rollercoaster experience because it seems to show an alternate reality where nobody out there was looking out for the best interests of humanity, and we were being exploited like cattle. It makes me all the more appreciative of the normal life we are enjoying here on Earth, without ever knowing the terror of being hunted down like game.

 

 


 

tarp1John Sakkis is the author The Islands (forthcoming Nightboat Books) and Rude Girl (BlazeVOX Books), and with Angelos Sakkis he has translated three books by Athenian poet and multi-media artist Demosthenes Agrafiotis — “now, 1/3” and thepoem (BlazeVOX Books) Maribor (The Post-Apollo Press), awarded the 2011 Northern California Book Award for Poetry in Translation, and Chinese Notebook (Ugly Duckling Presse). He Lives in Oakland.