Good   Evening
                                  And    Welcome   To

C H I L L E R

 

                                                      T H E A T E R

 

 

 

                                    

                                            filled                              

                                      hate        eyes

                                             nail

                                      raked hand 

 

                                 "LET ME GO!"

                                                                                                   

                                                 "COME BACK!"           

 

                             

                                                          ceiling staring back at me

 

                                   shower

                                       shave

                                           piss

                                             dress

                                                stale donut

                                                           cigarette

 

                   1

          with the crowd

                        down out down north

                          cross platform east

                           up out in up out

                             in sit power on

                                data in reports out

                         

                          ?ANALYSIS?        

 

                 power off stand out

                   down west cross platform south

                      up out in up sit power on

 

         "What beautiful evening!  Go out and do something!"

           

Seinfeld Friends Fat Guy other Fat Guy friendly vampire friendly serial killer blood bone gore guts

                                                           any leads?

 

                   "CALLING THE COPS!"

 

                                                     "WAIT!"

                                      

                                               mystic blue light

                                       

                                             "GIVE ME THAT!!!" 

                                          

                             shower shave

                                 piss dress

                          stale donut cigarette                                           

 

                   down out

                     heat baked garbage bag walls dead animal smell

                       up in

                         power on

                           Nasdaq low Nisei high

                             analysis analysis analysis

                                         please                         

 

                        down west

                            cross platform south

                                     up in sit power on  

 

              "Sure was a scorcher today!  Go out and have a cold one on me!"

 

   Fat Guy black cop white cop woman cop vampire cop serial killer cop other vampire cop

 

                   "Wait!  I know you're real!  Wake up! Why can't I wake up!"

 

          Wasn't that fabulous ladies and gentlemen?  You know our next guest from

 

                           I mean, do these look fake to you?

 

                 up in power on

 

                       "Hey, ain't you ever going home tonight?"

                  "What?  I just got...."

 

                      "GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE!"

 

         ?  getting in late

                leaving early

                  haven't seen you since

                     good work yesterday

                       how's the new girlfriend       

                                ?        

 

                     Coming off her big hit

 

                           no no I was awake I was out I saw her

 

             Well, that's what closed sets are for Ray

 

                   down?in?up?out?

 

                        this heat's insane.  Let's take tomorrow off and hit the beach

                        absolutely.  You died your hair?

                        what are you talking about?

                         wasn't it...

 

                    Click

                                 

                                  got your picture fucker putting it online fucker in for it now fucker

 

                         "What?  I don't understand!  Wait!"

 

                      That's it for tonight folks.  Danno's on next so stay

 

                        "      

                                     THAT'S HIM   !

                         

                                                THAT'S

                                !                 HIM

 

                                                 THAT'S HIM !

                                                                               "

                       DIDN'T DO ANYTHING DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

                                          ceiling staring back at me
                                            doors clanging open
                                  chow time chow time chow time
                                   so how long you been in buddy

                                  Technical problems solved, faculties restored,
                              we kno resume our irregular broadcasting schedule
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                                                        Tonight 

                                                        Of
                                                  Bags
                                                      and
                                                        Bishops

                                                           part
                                                             3

                                                    Holy
                                                      S
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                                                      i
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"Park here"
"And do what?"
"Talk to 'im"
" 'bout what?"                                                                                                                                  

                                  "The friggin' weather! 
                                                            How the FUK should I know? 
                                                                        YOU'RE the guy
                                                                       YOU'RE supposed to know"
                                                       
                       
      "Know?
           Know what?
               I heist joints
                        Heist cars
                           Pawn off swag
                                          Collect
                                              Deliver
                                                  Whatever they say
                                                      Nothing in the thinking capacity
                                                                    So to speak"
                           "Christ Come on                                
                                      Open the fucking trunk
                                           Don't let him see you and freak
                                              Knowing how you're thinking only one way out for u"

                             "But it was an accident
                                    He knows that"

                       "Benjie's kid was an accident"
                          
                                                 "Shit"
                                          
                                               "Exactly
                                             Lemme talk
                                     Sees it's me maybe shuts his trap
                                                dunno nothing
                                         found him all he knows
                                                Kapishe?"
                                  
                                                     "Why he do that for you   ?
                                                          ?    Gotta thing for you"  ?            

                                           "Could say"
                                            
                                             "U  2  ever...???"
                                                                
                                             "nonever"

                                              "You sure?
                                                   'Cause Bosco said...."
                                        
                  "Who the hell cares what Bosco said who ya gonna believe me or Bosco?"

                                       "w
                                           e
                                             l
                                              l "

       "open the trunk and go around the corner and keep ya yap shut
                                                                                                    Let me
                                                                                                     deal"
                                           
                                              "What're ya gonna.....???"

                                                  "No
                                                         FREAKING
                                                                              IDEA
                                                                 DOTHEFUCKINGTRUNK"
                                                
                                                "Better if he's dead
                                                                   right?
                                                      If he ain't, if we don't
                                                  Deathbed accusamony
                                                               We're screwed"

                                                   "Testimony"
                                                   
                                                    "Whatever"

                                                    "Open the trunk"

                                                    "okayokay
                                                              Uhgk"

                                                      "Ya finished?"
                                                        
                                                       "Sorry
                                              "Never saw a dead guy"

                                                   "You're kidding."

                                                 "Like I said
                                                       all I do is..."

                                            "Never mind
                                                      Wipe your mouth
                                                    Won't be needing this."

                                              "What the fuck were you gonna do?"

                                                              "Slit his throat
                                                                     Whattaya think?
                                                                         Don't think it
                                                                            Unless you're gonna do it"

                                   "Don't think I could"

                                                    "Me neither
                                                            Not with this anyway
                                                                    Fucking steak knife
                                                                                     Need a fucking
                                                                                             Cleaver"

                                                    "You done it?"

                                           "Not on a person"

                                                               "On what?"

                                          "Whatever lying around dad's butcher shop going to the vitamin place"

                                                                         "Vitamin place?"

                                          "They'd pound the scraps into
                                                              this like gooey cement and
                                                                                bake it and make
                                                                                                vitamins"

                                             "You seen?"
                                                    
                                                     "Sure
                                                           Pa was friends with the owners"

                                                        "Take 'im there?"

                                                     "Nah
                                                            Feds shut it down
                                                                Some phony permit thing"

                                                  "Fucking
                                                    Feds
                                                           Now what"

                                                  "I'm thinking"

                                                           "He's starting to smell"

                                                                 "Think I don't know that?
                                                                       Car in your name?"

                                                                "No"

                                                               "Anyone you know?"

                                                                  "No"

                    
                                                              "So dump it
                                where they're dumping all that fill for the new expressway"

                                                        !!!!IT'S MY FUCKIN CAR!!!!

                                          "So get a new one with a friggin' heater that works"

                                                             "How do we get back?"

                                                                   "Good point"

                                                                      "Uhgck"

                                                                       "What"
                                                                   
                                                                     "Holy shit"

                                                                "Holy shit what"
                                                           
                                                                  "He ain't dead"

                                                                     "Holy shit"
                                                                        

                                                       
NEXT WEEK

           OF
   BAGS
      AND
   BISHOPS
        part
          4



                                            
                                         


                                                                     
 

   HERE'S THE NEW SLIDESHOW

                         SOME MORE LESSER KNOWN PARTS OF BROOKLYN

 

AND   WELCOME   BACK 

 

2

 

C  H  I  L  L  E  R

 

 

T  H  E  A  T  E  R

 

 

 

 

wind chimes blowing

 

     the
    ones
 we bought
   together
     in
that strange little shop
      in
Chinatown
  years
  ago

   on
    a

snowy

sunday

morning

   on
the way
   to
breakfast
   after
      a
later than usual
  night out

     the
    one
   with
    the
old woman

black bunned hair

imitation crystal lozenge chain
      of
half-lens reading glasses
   looped
   around

    pale

  papery 

   neck

like long ago
sales ladies at Macey's 

      too
     busy
filling out lottery ticket slips to wait on us
      so
we put the money on the counter and left
   chimes

loudly

j 

  i     g

     n     L                       g

                e       n         n

                      A    g   i

                     J        L 

                                                      

no bag                       

no receipt

feeling absurdly guilty

afraid somebody would think we were shoplifters and call the cops

 

They were supposed to bring luck

The noise

                clitter

                        clatter

                                  sing

                                        song

                                 of

                 exquisitely tapered

                         ghost nails 

                         strumming

                            pale

                       milk white

                       jade harps

                             of

                    C e l e s t i a l

                    contrivance

                           in

                     accordance

                         with

                        some

           universal harmonic tao

            increasingly annoying

                         knives

                                     scratching

                         scritch                 against

                                       bone

                                 tongueless

                              yowls leaching

                     from stitched together lips

 

More than once I wanted to rip them down

                 smash them to bits

                      hurl the bits

                           out

                           the

                        window

 

 Dusty now

       dust

everywhere

   c

     o

       b

      b

        i

          n     

        g

       in

    corners

      more

    shroud

      than

      web

      like

 

      That stupid plant

               you

            fussed

             over

              so

         dead now

              no

       coming back

             this

            time

 

    Witchy pendant still hanging on the wall

     souvenir of your        

                                 h

                               i

                             p

                           p

                            y

                                d

                               i

                             p

                            p

                              y

                                 commune days 

Sickeningly

  sweet

    smell of incense

     still

      sometimes lingers when air is

        still

 atmospheric pressure low

             humidity high

 

                          Floor gritty with salt

                   chalk marks vaguely visible

                        Sort of thing you'd do  

                  I didn't have much faith in it 

                                but figured

                               what the hell

             you were the one who believed in it 

                                       so

                                   maybe...

 

The Dylan song

we both put on

almost all our playlists

                      the one from before blood on the tracks

                                                      before blond on blond

                                                              jesus he was barely old enough to drink how did he do it

                        comes on again

            morphed through the decades

                       Transformer

                           like

                          from

                                  vinyl 

                                          to 8 track

                                             to cassette

                                                to ceeedeee

                                                   to digitalized etherealness. 

               One of the many things we had in common now just about the last

 

Head propped against ratty sofa arm

                  mirrors shrouded

         but I still don't look at them 

                 Plenty of booze

        but it doesn't help anymore

    Lights on lights off doesn't matter

    If they're on they somehow go off

                               POP

                     POP           POP

                                           i

                                           n

                                           g

                                             out          

                                                           

                                  too much of that weird energy

                                      suddenly in the room 

                       If they're off they somehow come on

                                                       ONE

                                                         2

                                                         3

                                                         4

                                                     at a time

                                                 room to room

                                                   wall to wall

                                                  table to table

                                                 bulbs broken

                                              plugs unplugged

                                               doesn't matter 

things around here have a way of not paying attention to that sort of  thing anymore

                                            

                                      And you never liked the dark