April 14th - Primanti Brothers Sandwiches

Seven of Clubs - Primanti Brothers Sandwiches

Primanti Brothers Sandwiches

No need for an unrhyming couplet
The sandwich itself is a poem:
http://www.primantibros.com/

April 13th - WILD CARD

Ten of Spades - WILD CARD
Today I have to write a...Bruce Springsteen Song about...
King of Spades - Inside Jokes


This one is brimming with inside jokes. See if you can spot any of ours, friends.


Living In The Red 


Slow piano intro (slightly reminiscent of Pachelbel's Canon)
Harmonica comes in

You drive to the city and get rid of the car
Meet Mitch's connection at a folk singers' bar
A girl's hollerin' at you when you come out
She's wearing crimped hair and a stained blouse
Screaming "Welcome to the Dollhouse"
Under your feet written on the sidewalk
"Pray until something happens"
So much for your man's big talk
Mitch brought you to the crap end

Its a barenaked city of legendary losers
Of big dreamers and hard boozers
No sign here reads "Employee For Hire"
This town's full of black and white vampires
People keeping warm by trashcan fires
The boys in the alley getting their snorts
When they stand in your way
And ask you if you like sports
You better have come to play

But you run, run, Mary
Keep running into the night
Running from those things that you said
Down the road where angels never tread
But don't you forget
This stoop is no place for a bed
You're still here (you're still here)
You're living in the red

You ride that rail mile after mile
Gripping onto your pack koala-style
You get to the house in the woods
Where you and your man get your goods
He is ready to make his plays
But you can't bring yourself inside
And these woods go back a ways
There's plenty of space to hide

So you run, run, Mary
Keep running into the night
Running from those things that you said
Down the road where angels never tread
But don't you forget
A boxcar's no place for a bed
You're still here (you're still here)
You're living in the red

Somber Horn break: (merrr merrr merrr, etc.)

You wonder what happened once you flew
You wonder what happened to the people we knew
After you left with Mitch
Kathy and Dodger got hitched
Herschel went to live with Shan
Stormy got killed in Vietnam
And me
Weeeellll me

I'm happily married to a pretty heiress*
We both have passports, we can fly to Paris
Our garage has room for two cars
I've got a couple of Fender guitars
But the truth is I've forgotten how to play
I sleep through the night, I work through the day
But tonight I walk under the stars
And wonder what planet you're on
You never seemed very far
But I know that you're gone
Oh you run, run, Mary, my huckleberry
Keep running into the night
I don't care about what you said
I just don't wanna hear that you're dead
But babe...
My Hooouuuuse has no space for your bed
You ain't here (you ain't here)
You're living in the red


*Sorry Kanye


Compare to 2010's Springsteen song

April 12th - The Demise of the Space Shuttle Program

Seven of Hearts - The Demise of the Space Shuttle Program


Tanka for a Telescope


Soon we will lose you
We ponder your images
We wait for blindness
All while you ceaselessly push
Through the ever-expanding


Tanka
Hubble
Man, I wanted to go to Space Camp

April 11th - Goldschlager

Eight of Diamonds - Goldschlager

Ill-Advised Recipes I

How to make a "Falling Comet:"
Pour Goldschlager in a pint glass
No need to garnish
Drink. Repeat. Vomit.

Week 2 - Sonnets

As promised, there will be a new curve ball thrown each week (and a new outdated metaphor too!).

This week I will be rolling a six-sided die and writing in one of three sonnet forms:

1 - Shakespearean Sonnet
2 - Shakespearean Sonnet
3 - Petrarchan Sonnet
4 - Petrarchan Sonnet
5 - Spenserian Sonnet
6 - Spenserian Sonnet

The poem will be a
6 - Spenserian Sonnet

About
Two of Spades - Piper Perabo/Covert Affairs


Wow.

Expect this gem posted here sometime this weekend

April 10th - Racist Hunger Games Fans

Six of Spades - Racist Hunger Games Fans 


So I bent the rules a little on this one...


A Poem About Racist Hunger Games Fans

Would have been some spew
On how a certain actor ruined a certain preview
Shown before The Hunger Games
That poem went up in flames;
There are no black people in Spiderman, Dark Shadows, or Titanic 3-D.

Week 1 - Frozen Feet on the Way to the Orchestra

See this post for the setup.


A little late, I know. My apologies...



Opening Night (Cold Feet)


I got cold feet sitting with you
Behind red curtain and tech crew
With shallow breaths our stomachs rose
I had the urge to kiss your nose
Backstage at Taming Of The Shrew

I played the page - Bartholomew
You caught my eye, I missed my cue
Wordless wearing women's clothes
I got cold feet

As I trudged in the pre-dawn dew
And dwelled on what I didn't do
Walking companion to my woes
I swiftly ceased to feel my toes
Warm though it was, my shoes soaked through,
I got cold feet

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April 9th - Chameleons

Four of Spades - Chameleons

Chameleons


We lived upon the canopy
Lazing in the breeze
But you went and changed your colors
Now I've lost you in the trees

April 8th - Times Square In The 80's

King Of Hearts - Times Square in the 80's


8th Avenue, Circa 1981

Before Guiliani's sting
The phrase "Lion King"
Meant a very different thing