Blueprint of skeleton homes,
Tangled in cords, telephones
ringing into nights and into souls.
GAME OF THRONES CABARET POSTERS
We’re all very excited for the return of Game of Thrones so we decided to do a tribute inspired by some of the more popular items in Game of Thrones lore. Follow this link for more info including purchase information.
The best part of waking up, is Dornish in your chalice.
And in every hand, smartphones made footage
of their bodies,
the heaps and twists of metal.
The smoke uploaded the wreckage
to the screenlike sky
where it goes on burning forever—
you will never know if dying is like that,
the same scenes repeated across a larger mind
—Kevin Prufer, from “How He Loved Them.”
Photography: Melissa Catanese.
not doing anything today
From 2012 recording session
Waffles wasn’t the only one who got to paint yesterday, I did too! I used my favourite pretty colours and had oh so much fun. Mom painted me in a sunset. It makes me happy.
When riddled with drink and half-baked musings,
only one Bell rings in the midnight light:
Taco Bell, stoner savior. Such fusing
of spicy sauce for our choosing! Those nights
may be forgotten in morning’s cruel clutch,
but the mouth remembers the supreme love,
that three dollar dream: the Crunchwrap Supreme.
What ancient Aztec hands can, with the touch
of a plastic polyurethane glove,
create the Holy Hexagon’s grand gleam?
But there are those who doubt your majesty:
vegetarian foes with meaty blows,
docs and shrinks who think it’s a travesty
that your sacrosanct shape is used to slow
heart rates and metabolism. Spasms
of hatred convulse the public square,
and a lack of self-control is dethroned
by the jealous and jaded. The chasm
opened between you and the world dares
to leave us, my love supreme, all alone.
And perhaps it’s true that our love is doomed,
my dedication one-sided, obtuse.
But even though you’re meant to be consumed
you consume me, your spicy love profuse.
Soon I may find a human paramour
to replace your graces and flirtations,
your taste and your scent. And though I lament
your absence and rain roses on your door,
I will seek other infatuations
and ring the bell no more, left to relent.
But when that new love leaves my heart bruising
and the passion is used to ignite fights,
one night in my car and I will be cruising
and see again your evanescent light.
Maybe at dinner or maybe at lunch
I’ll realize you were my one true love
and return again, as though in a dream.
There I will love you once more (with fruit punch)
with prayers to Cupid far up above
for your blissful gleam: my Crunchwrap Supreme.