Episodios

  • letter to my double- "The Yankees are a hot mess." -- My mom, 7/4/25

    letter to my double- "The Yankees are a hot mess." -- My mom, 7/4/25
    Jul 5 2025
    An update on a Yankees season that has gone off the rails.
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    38 m
  • fall is falling

    fall is falling
    Jun 24 2025
    Fall is Falling It seemed like a good idea She was 23 with a book deal Aren’t some fantasies allowed to be real? The exceptional ideal Chorus: Though I really hoped it We are not the same Fall is falling You’re not calling my name My friends said i miscalculated I thought they were sexually frustrated We all might have necks and backs aggravated But that shouldn’t mean a life of hesitation Chorus My ex-wife called her a gold-digger And was appalled she was younger than their babysitter Asked, ‘when she’s sitting on your lap, what nonsense does she whisper?’ I told my therapist, ‘see, this is why I don’t miss her.’ Chorus It was all so wonderful in the beginning Your lips reminded me I hadn’t been living When they stared at restaurants, you’d just be grinning I’d think to myself, ‘these jealous pricks hate that I’m winning.’ Chorus But the slightest thing can cause severe tension You felt betrayed when I wouldn’t make an investment In your mental patient friend’s latest invention Something about recycling plant stems for hair extensions Chorus And of course it all fell apart You wrote a shitty second novel about your lack of a heart Those fickle critics tore it apart While I had a cardiac episode in a Wal-Mart Chorus Well, I don’t have one regret I’m 85 now and my grandkids are in debt But for a life in letters, what could I expect? We may have parted, but at least we met Chorus
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    4 m
  • "the logic of his wings"

    "the logic of his wings"
    Jun 23 2025
    The Logic of His Wings He spent the night Thinking about Madonna While restless In his bed During many of his Waking hours He acted out the dreams In his head Of being a baseball star A wrestler An action hero without a face The world was moving so Frantically around him He couldn’t keep Pace Beauty everywhere Beauty nowhere Beauty in the shadow Of a pigeon At the park Beauty everywhere Beauty nowhere His beautiful house Was falling apart The hope of what a new day brings The logic of his wings Inject adrenaline into a broken heart And fly, triumphantly Toward a dying star A little brown wallet Full of grandma’s money And a bike ride To the candy store A Butterfinger, a videogame magazine Were everything he can afford The bright colors Of dreamlands Constructed in cubicles Were the brilliant backgrounds Above the orchestra For a middle-class American Musical Beauty everywhere Beauty nowhere Beauty in those sirens Wailing in the Dark Beauty everywhere, beauty nowhere Bartenders, construction workers and cops Were all playing their part The hope of what a new day brings The logic of his wings Inject adrenaline into a broken heart Then fly, triumphantly Toward a dying star
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    4 m
  • Freedom Tower

    Freedom Tower
    May 30 2025
    Freedom Tower This city used to be Lit by torchlight Dusk has fallen Deep I am caught between Cohabitating realities And unsure which dream I get to keep They finished the Freedom Tower My uncle said “They should have rebuilt it the same.” On the avenues paper men make an indifferent show Of disintegrating in the rain Chorus: I was the toast of Greenwich Village For about two minutes, once Glory was the price of tuition I wrote a book about alcoholic doves It was an elevated position A better view to look down at us I was supposed to learn a lesson But I keep forgetting what it was The romanticists loathe These bright corners Because they preferred privacy While watching my friend die They bloviate about Complicity And drink holy water From each other’s pierced sides Such is life In the unfolding parable I chase money to treat Such deep resentment I stroll these angular Blocks alone Like an ink-less pen Scratching the pavement Chorus The future is a Too cold day in May With only graspable fantasy An antidote to the news We are fractured, we are ruled Their sparkling communal vision Is always due to be disabused I’ve reached the block With my favorite pub And aged a little Over a decade I learned too late Your finest expression of love Were all my delusions You so silently forgave Chorus Five rounds Of rum and coke And the Yankees Holding off the Reds I tell the taxi driver To drive me past the epilogue Because I never like knowing How the novel ends Oh, verticalized glass With our reflections unkept We slide off with the ease Of a great promise unmet And the cabbie doesn’t answer When I ask about the ducks At Central Park Maybe he read the book And just didn’t like that part
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    7 m
  • Letter to My Double: Mood Swings of a New York Baseball Fan

    Letter to My Double: Mood Swings of a New York Baseball Fan
    May 20 2025
    Letter to My Double returns with our first episode about the 2025 Yankees!
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    42 m
  • glittering

    glittering
    May 9 2025
    Glittering How did we ever get in this party? They must have thought we were the help The mid-June moon Over the World Trade Tomb I don’t want to leave this rooftop With anyone else The host is a rich old bachelor Loves what I paint Your platinum hair Is like permission to stare You say, considering the three thousand churches In this town there are precious few saints Chorus: And it is summer next week If I could have remembered to speak I would invite you to Coney Island Not easy surviving In a city where indifference Is often the closest thing to kindness I’m just wondering If you are also pretending Not sure I deserve a happy ending Glittering, glittering We were glittering They warned me it all ends Embittering Yet I swore it wouldn’t happen to us Flickering lighting Down the complex stairwell And you made a joke About us being murdered Then your brother got ashes Caught in his sunglasses At that point your attitude became Quite a bit sterner You accused me of contentment Cause I had something going While the absurdity of our lives Had been revealed bare According to my recollection We parted at an intersection The host advised you Are not exactly rare Chorus Twenty years later It’s happy hour At the bar where I tend for Rent You have the same circuitous grin Here at Tailspin And the corners of your five spot Are bent The art world hyped me Then forgot completely The end of my career couldn’t have been More discreet Never saw you on television But wouldn’t make an assumption You stare an extra second Order another Whiskey Neat Chorus.
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    9 m
  • equinox

    equinox
    May 5 2025
    Equinox The sun slipped through A gray cloud And illuminated the scene The town hummed In sudden thrall As if stirred from winter’s dream The sidewalk seized By children spilling Recklessly into the street You stood beside The blue mailbox Where we’d agreed to meet Equinox, equinox Has returned to life Everything you forgot Equinox, equinox All your old hopes You stored away in a box Equinox, equinox Provides the strength to lift Those ideals you long ago dropped The April sky Seems pastel painted Onto the lenses before your eyes We talked about the government, the Internet And you wondered when I’d ever Realize You said, ‘the only hope is the Present moment, cyclical and Interpersonal.’ We never related About interfacing And my depression was Non-negotiable Chorus On the aching boulevard It made too much sense To tell each other Goodbye Not sure what you wanted by meeting We didn’t click, I never thought You needed to apologize But before we parted You offered an embrace And your arms were still So thick and strong That lingering sense Of an unfinished sentence Dissolved upon your whisper, “Cheer up Julia, the weather’s getting warm.” Chorus.
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    5 m
  • new york summer

    new york summer
    Apr 8 2025
    New York Summer Live And forgive It’s New York summer Grieve Don’t leave It’s New York Summer Fly But don’t die Lest faith be torn asunder Survive And thrive It’s New York Summer The policemen And drug dealers Are serenading you The Yankees and The Homeless Want to rendezvous On River Avenue Its New York Summer Cry Don’t simply sigh Its New York summer Sweat For respect Its New York summer Never look Remotely shook While visiting your mother Sizzling pavement scenes Big money dreams Its New York summer The actress and Prostitute Want to interrogate you The Mets And the Tourists Wouldn’t know what to do If they had to rescue you Its New York Summer
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    3 m