CELL PHONE SET #26

Cell Phone Set number 26 is sick. And I can't believe that I actually made a blog post on time: one week from the last post. 

The top photo is a diseased dog. It's a diseased dog that I found betwen two semi-abandoned factories. It was one of three dogs. All the fur had fallen out and their skin had turned into a weird kind of chicken skin. Small fur patches sat on their bodies and also a few raw/pussie (not pussy, puss like from a wound) patches sat just  behind their ears. All three were laying in the sun and one was semi-sleeping, having a nightmare. I gave the dogs some water and poured a bit on the one having a nightmare to wake/hydrate it. I came across them by surprise and thought that they looked like some sort of alien dogs from Resident Evil. I had never seen anything like it, it actually blew my mind. Hopefully it blows yours. I didn't call the ASPCA. "Survival of the fittest". Some sort of unaware sadness. The Human Condition lends itself to the canines half-assedly.

The second photo is of a mural in Ludlow, Massachusetts. It's on the wall to a soccer field. The soccer field that my grandfather and his brothers had played soccer on in the 30's, 40's and 50's. It is the home field for the Ludlow Lusitano S.C.

The bottom photo. It is an acquaintances work station. He is an Armenian immigrant that has been selling/fixing Oriental rugs in downtown Philly since the 70's. He learned the practice in Turkey and is one of the world's most efficient, day-to-day simple-life philosophizing Oriental rug experts. One day, hopefully, there will be a picture of him in, say, maybe Cell Phone Set #51. 

POEM FOR SATCHELL & BARNES

Painting tears on our faces

recognizing our weaknesses followed through

Painting tears on our faces

forgiving ourselves for what we had to do

Painting tears on our faces

Our violent innocence, our future violent past

Painting tears on our faces

a blank look in our eyes

one tear painted, someone we made die

Painting tears on our faces

Painting holes in their heads

Someone else might get a tear

if they ever make us dead

2 DOGS

Two-thousand centuries of human evolution

just leading to this shit

All I want to see is a girl get fucked by 2 Dogs

Why can't I ever get what I want?

CELL PHONE SET #25

Last week was busy & I was out of town, away from my databases. I was unable to provide you with an updated "American Rager" blog. So here, a week late, is Cell Phone Set # 25. 

The top photo was taken in the crew room at my work. The "08" is still up from last year, the mural was painted a few years ago. 3 cushions on the couch. The photo was taken while on break.

Middle photo. The middle photo was taken a while back of a fire that was happening in the Bad Lands from Lehigh & Gurney. The smoke was POURING up from that warehouse. Just as Gina & I pulled over to get out of the car and take the photo, a bird shat right on her head. We watched it blaze for a little while then drove a bit closer but this was the best shot that I actually got.

The bottom photo is obviously of a really sick fence.

FREE MY BLOOD

When I am excited, I want to free my blood

Free My Blood, Free My Blood

When I am excited, I want to free my blood

Free My Blood, Free My Blood

I could just sit in here all day

sick thoughts running through my mind

but I choose to be with you

I choose to go outside

When I am excited, I want to free my blood

Free My Blood, Free My Blood

When I am full of life, I want to free my blood

Free My Blood, Free My Blood

POEM FOR A GIRL #7

A saxophones sweet melody hums through the wall

His sweet fingers nervously hum through my pants

well... panties

Just kidding... 

I'm not wearing any

and there's no man here

It's a half past eleven, 30 minutes to midnight

My eyes are closed or I'm staring at a wall

either way, having a serious ball

I'm just thinking about life

the "ups", the "downs"

all the silly stuff in between

the meaninglessness of most everything

I'm having a good laugh

that's right, a real good laugh

CELL PHONE SET #24

Finally Cell Phone Set number twenty-four arrives. Took a little while. BUT, you have to know this - I have the next two sets already picked out, lined up and ready to go and get posted. That gives you at least a little something to look forward to.

The top photo is of the "Holiday Skating Center". As you can tell by the sign. The Holiday Skating Center is located in New Jersey, very near to Philadelphia. Every Tuesday they have a live organist playing live organ music: Carnival style, Neil Diamond covers, Americana, etc. And every Tuesday all the older pro's come out. The oldest skater is probably in his 90's and a the world champion "shuffle" skater. "Papa John" is his nickname and you can find him there, mostly likely smiling. Clean, safe, adult, sport, olde thyme fun. Serious American culture, the "almost forgotten" kind that I pay special attention to.

The middle photo is of a mummer on New Year's Day. A sad future for the mummer's? You tell me. A sad future for our city? You tell me. A sad future for our country? You tell me. I cleverly  named this one "The Lonely Mummer".

The bottom photo was taken in Providence a while back. Catholic knick-knacks. I love these things.

BLUE-EYED DEVIL

Blue-eyed devil, born as you be

The Death Angels will set you free

CERTAIN LOVERS

Certain lovers think but never say:

I love to run my fingers through your curly black hair

Tiny Black Rotini

32 Crows, a dirty mop

Other lovers think & sometimes say:

I love licking you, while you love licking me

it is so nice, so nice

just laying here, licking

And others:

I smell your panties when you're not around

I hope you don't mind

they were laying right there, upon the ground

CELL PHONE SET #23

Finally, Cell Phone Set number Twenty-Three. Here it is. I have a ton of photo's, I am becoming very critical over which ones go together as a set. Here is one that I have FINALLY settled upon. I hope you enjoy it. 

The top photo is of a friend of a friend. It is at a Mexican party. In one chair is a Mexican man, in the other, his date. Thankfully they wore matching outfits. There were about 12 beers at this guys feet. Half of them empty, the other half ready to go down.

The middle photo was taken in Brooklyn, New York. It is in someone's front yard area.

The bottom photo was taken across the street from my house. This giant hole sat in the middle of the road for almost a month, blocking all traffic. Once, while walking by, I heard the workers debating whether or not they had come across an old house foundation, underneath the cement. It's hard to tell from this photograph but on the left side of the street there is an Eagles football jersey hanging from a power-line.

Alright, enjoy, more poems next Monday. 

DEAD PIGEONS

Dead bodies scatter the sidewalk

South Seventh Street is a shooting range

A man smokes a cigarette and looks out of his bedroom window

He takes aim and fires, his air rifle whistles

"I shot the fucking pigeon

I shoot those fucking aerial rats

Im the one shooting those fucking pigeons

Im a harbinger of justice,

pre-post-apocalyptic target practice"

Classic R-n-B quietly plays in my car

I whisperingly sing-a-long, having witnessed the whole thing:

the shooting of the pigeons, the ones he's silently collecting

Cold air & a City Street

Two dead birds

CUT YOURSELF

Cut Yourself, Let me watch

Cut Yourself, Bleed a little

Let me taste it, Let me smell it, yeah

Hatemind, hatemind, hatemind

Midnight pervert, a real sicko

I bark and I bite and I love a good fight

A leather jacket, long hair, smokin' cigs, don't care

It's not the dog in me, the spirit has been set free

An old man, no hair, sittin' here, sweaty stare

Cut Yourself, Let me watch

Cut Yourself, Bleed a little

Let me taste it, Let me smell it, yeah

This is a new poem and will appear on the upcoming

M Ax Noi Mach release "CREEPER"

CELL PHONE SET #22

Three new cell phone photos posted. The top was taken in a parking lot in New Jersey. Fitting, seeming as though New Jersey is completely filled with strip-malls, parking lots and gas stations. I think it's a pretty awesome picture, the sweet sunset sitting above the car terrain. The sky slightly reflecting off of all the cars.

I think the middle photo is great too. Mother & daughter.

The bottom photo was taken at a party. This shrine type thing was in the corner. The statue is of St. Francis. The party was thrown by some Mexican friends in a South Philly row-house. St. Francis is the patron saint in the village that they are from. Their were folding tables and a big DJ set-up also on the first floor, opposite this photo. Strobe lights and spinning colored lights hung from the ceiling. A very long sermon by one of the elder Mexicans occured which involved singing and a series of call & responses. I had 2 Negro Modelos in my hands at all times.

I think the color in these 3 photos go really well together and definitely collectively make a great cell phone set. Great for set number twenty-two.

VICTIM OF THE MOON

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

I couldn't help what I've done, because it's today

A gun in a mouth, a cigarette burn on an arm

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

My weak soul got carried away

Zodiac Prejudice, my mind is a cave, the Earth my farm

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

Filled with hate, timeless rage

American Identity Loss, loneliness and separation

Hate of the group, no roots, not fitting in

no associations, no real connections

Below the Earth, above the stars

I close my eyes and only see darkness

The demons from under my bed don't leave a trace

I look in the mirror and usually end up

hating my face

When I am alone, I sometimes yell at nothing

I pace around my dimly lit room

& when I really feel weird I break something nice

Darkness & nervousness

a slight shaking feeling, a fucked up coldness

I used to smoke cigarettes because I was ready to die

I quit and now I only smoke them when death brushes by

Bred by nothing, staring at walls

Time races by, takes a shit on my mind

and leaves no one behind

The moon blocks my journey on my way to the stars

I am a Victim of the Moon

and by undiscovered association, a Victim of the Stars

ENDURING FREEDOM

I'm letting loose in the New Year

I'm feelin' free out here

I can't stop this shaking feeling

I'm losin' it, I'm so fucked

My mind is reckless, I feel so fucked up

Well Cheers everybody! Here's a toast:

I'm about to leave my body!

I'm letting loose in the New Year

It's almost over, but I've got to let you know:

There's a hefty price to pay for enduring freedom

and there's a hefty price to pay for enduring shit

written in '05 and appears on the M Ax Noi Mach

cassette "Banger"

CELL PHONE SET #21

Shit. Number 21. I don't know what ya'll do, except probably sit at home and then eventually go to certain public places at night. 

The top photo was taken at Cousin's supermarket. I think it is one of the most equal-level-playing fields in all of America, but you might not. A worker that was carrying groceries to peoples cars set his jacket on a payphone. This is his jackets' photo.

Shit. The second photo was taken near Indiana and West Moreland, a block north of Allegheny. Later in that day, after I took this photo, a gun murder accurred, right there. In the hood, deer sausage and cutting. Weird deer busts hanging from the sign.

The last photo. Damn. I stayed up all night about a month ago. High on illegal cocaine. At about 7:30 AM I walked around my neighborhood. Out of my mind and very social I was taking photo's and talking to strangers. This guy gave me tons of information. As high as I was, this great photo is all that remains. 

Very short response, Im drunk now. My friend, Heather, almost killed this fat blonde whigger-lady at the bar tonight, I half laughed, half cheered the death of the lady. I hope you enjoy and love my cell phone photographs. I can't wait to share more with you.

the POLITE PERVERT

I wait for the perfect moment to mention my fetishes

I only let you know them when I think you are ready

at first, they are presented light-heartedly

Laugh and cut, Laugh and gas

Taste a little blood, smell the scent

I will make everything okay if you let me

I will make everything okay

THE CREEPER

In the shadows, I seek for temptation

In big cities, late at night, under elevated trains

You only see my vague outline and squinty eyes

In the shadows, I seek tempation

walking thin lines, I shake the devil's hand

I even make small talk and flirt with his wife

In the shadows, I seek temptation

Red velvet outlines call my name

From within, I turn and look, and look again

In the shadows, I seek temptation

You only recognize me as me when I am at my lowest

No face, dirty magazines, my messy hand

I am the Creeper but you might as well call me

the Seeker

CELL PHONE SET #20

My twentieth cell phone set. As of right now, I have more photo's than I know what to do with. And I like them all. These three were all taken with my new cell phone. I think this a great set and I also think that of the next few that are going to come out.

The top photo was taken in Baltimore. It is a stone pile/shrine with a wooden cross on the top. At the bottom of the pile is a little locked door. A small pond sits behind. Believe it or not, it is not in the woods. It is actually tucked away and hidden on a small inner-city alley. It is the hottest meeting spot for all the junkies on the West Side of Baltimore. Supposedly there is Datura growing there. Datura is something when ingested causes INTENSE, complete delirium and hallucination. 

The middle photo was taken on Oregon Avenue. I drove by this guy, "Banjo Bobby", who was playing his banjo for people driving by. No amplification. He was in the bike lane. I pulled over and took this picture. He wasn't even asking for money or anything, just playing for the love of the game.

If you don't know this, funeral homes are the nicest and most well-kept buildings in North Philly. They are also the most ornate and architecturally pleasing. They have the best and most unique style out of all the row-houses. This photo is of one of them. The chapel is the side entrance. I've been scoping more funeral homes, so you will probably be seeing a lot more of them right here on later posts.

POEM FOR A GIRL #3

Before I met my husband

I had had three three-somes

one mmf and two ffm

Now I have a son

Neither of them have a clue

about what I used to do

Ah, the good ole' days

I used to love women's lips

or my face buried in their hips

But really, my favorite thing

was always scissoring

POEM FOR A GIRL #4

I'm going to tell my man that it's up to him

because rightfully, I don't have a say

But when he decides what I don't want

I'm gonna go out on my own and get real mad

And then blame it all on him

The destruction, the sloppy chin

my sadness, the bloody knuckles

the itch between my legs

I'm going to blame it all on him

Like mentioned below in "Poem for a Girl #1" and "Poem for a Girl #2", these two are meant to be read by a girl.

CELL PHONE SET #19

I did not post last week. I was working, so I thought it fitting to post photo's that I took while working for this weeks post. I also think that they are some pretty sweet shots.

The top photo tells a pretty amazing story. Hopefully you already see it and don't need me to tell it to you. But I will anyway. On the center of the stage is Jay-Z, in the spot-light. A million fans are going wild for him. One of the world's most famous/richest rappers. In the foreground of the picture is his giant, 6 foot 6 white machine-man bodyguard dressed up as awkwardly as his body lets him, fitting into weird cowboy-esque dress clothes. He's protecting HIM. This scene also made me think about how weird sex with a celebrity might be. I bet a lot of celebrities have a hard time getting it up when having a one night stand. That's probably why they rap about it all the time.

The middle photo is a picture of T.I. I was standing in the perfect spot. Spotlight, T.I., my cell phone camera, me. As a side note, Keyshia Cole is also in this photo. Bottom right corner with sunglasses on.

The bottom photo is my man, TH with Gillie.

I contemplated whether or not I should post this one, based on its content. But I do think that I got nice shots and they tell some pretty sweet stories or are just as aesthetically/existentially pleasing as all of my other sets.

ALLEGHENY AVENUE

I'll still cut you
I'll still cut you
when I'm done cutting myself
Allegheny Avenue
Allegheny Avenue
I'll still cut you

A LATE NIGHT SATIRE

I only cut you so that I could see the look on your face when I was done:
Like a painting of a young boy with a leaf over his genitalia
standing alone in the forest, breathing free air
plucking a flower from a sagging tree branch
with one hand on his hip

CELL PHONE SET #18

The eighteenth set of Mr. Francisco's Cell Phone Photography. This falls under the sub-category of "Ultimate Blurry & Beautiful". Otherwise known on youporn or redtube as "UBB". My old cell-phone with the cracked camera lens is now gone. I have a new and much nicer phone, which I acquired as a "free upgrade". So as to send my old cellphone/camera and its true-to-life photo style off, I thought I'd post a nice blurry set. Just to prove that even in its darkest/weakest moments, it could still create something beautiful.

The top photo is in Atlantic City. I work there sometimes. This guy was packing up after a hard day of jamming on the boardwalk. His pile of speakers sort of look like a freak-noisers supreme wet-dream.

The middle photo is of a really sweet painting that was painted on the back of a trailer at the world renown Brimfield Flea Market. The painting style is similiar to my painting style with of course a similiar subject. The only this is, I wouldn't paint such a fake looking dragon in there.

The bottom photo was also in A.C.  I was at another world renown location: The White House. You may have previously thought that the White House was the place of residence for the present United States president. But it's not. It's actually the best Hoagie/Cheesesteak/Sandwich place in the whole world. Go to Atlantic City not to gamble but to eat at the White House. Plan on being in line for a long time. I did and that was when I took this photo. The pictured couple were standing next to me, also waiting. Waiting and having a minor verbal argument. I'm not sure which one of them ended up winning.

THE WHITE BULLET

the White Bullet

You know it's a haunting summer 

when there is white cream dripping off of his nose

Here comes the Bullet, the White Bullet

Watch out, he'll go crazy

He might be the one

he might be the one that actually cuts off his balls

That cuts them off in front of all of you

Here comes the Bullet, the White Bullet

Even his eyebrow's are blonde

and even his puberty hair, too

Socks & sandals, he's a cutter

The summer haze, dripping sweat, heavy air

Here comes the Bullet, the White Bullet

He's going to see all of you

you know he's going to see all of you when he gets here

and when he does see all of you, all he asks

all he asks is if you are a real believer or not

Here comes the Bullet, the White Bullet

Everyone is a believer

and everyone is blonde

but no one else is the White Bullet

RELIGIOUS FORESIGHT

The Jehovah's Witnesses should have cashed in 

while they had the chance

Maybe you didn't notice 

but they were the precursor to "pop-ups"

Real life and pre-internet

CELL PHONE SET #17

The seventeenth Cell Phone set that I have posted. Here it is. This one was hard for me to agree upon. Hopefully it agrees with you. I do really, REALLY like the color/light progression from the top to the bottom of this one. Just so you know, I spend hours deliberating over which photo's go with which photos. That's more than half the battle. I hope you liked last weeks poems.

The top photo is a black car in front of a warehouse that I drove past in South Philly. It was right by Johnny's on Snyder Avenue.

The middle photo is of the man that lives in the middle of Delaware Avenue. It's a picture of his hand holding a cigarette and his legs. If you don't know, Delaware Ave is split in the middle by a wide median that has unused train tracks running through the middle of it. That is where he lives. All his belongings reside in a shopping cart or in a big pile. The big pile is what he is sitting on in the photo. He is usually always reading what I assume is a Bible. He sits facing one side of the road while his near-identical brother sits facing the other. He wears very thick glasses and rarely looks up or towards anyone, almost never acknowledging them. He never gets bothered. He coexists with established society.

The bottom photo is of a lady that I met in Atlantic City, probably around 6 a.m. after drinking all night and just before accidentally getting brought to the hospital in an ambulance.

THE BIRTH OF FEET

From not only natural exploration

my foot fetish came about surprisingly, rationally

when my ex-girlfriend wouldn't fuck me:

I would stay up late

uncover her feet

look at her toes

and masturbate

THE BIRTH OF FEET #2

The Birth of Feet

There was a lonely time

A lonely time, before feet

when I am alone with them

life feels, so sweet

The Birth of Feet

They come out of the womb

and then grow like flowers

Some consider them only for walking on

I consider each toe, a sensual tower

The Birth of Feet: A woman's foot

I wash the feet, rub the feet

love the feet and kiss the feet

The foot is mine

a natural feat

The birth of a foot

The life of feet

CELL PHONE SET #16

This is Cell Phone Photography set number 16. I am finally back & believe me, I have a lot to offer. Not only in terms of Cell Phone Photography & American Poetry, but in a few other ways as well. I was working non-stop about 20 hours a day for three weeks and then I went away for a week. Most of the time I was far away from my cell phone photography catalogue and far away from my poetry journal. I apologize. The summer is over now and I promise to be back on schedule. Every Monday check back here for the best in both of these 2 categories.

The top photo is of Sonny Forriest Jr. He only has one leg and rides around downtown Philadelphia on a scooter playing original karaoke music in the soul genre. I came across him at Broad & Sansom, just as I snapped my shot, he handed me a hand-out. It led me to his "myspace". You can find it here: Sonny Forriest Jr.

The middle photo is a factory located on Gray's Ferry Ave in South Philadelphia, just before you cross the bridge into Western Philly.

The bottom photo is of a trash man with a sweet haircut.

CELL PHONE SET #15

Cell phone photography set number fifteen seems to have worked itself out. Not much here that words could say that the images themselves, don't.

I have been very busy writing poetry lately. A lot of poetry. Very busy. So much that I don't even know what to do with it all. But on another note. I have something "different" planned for next Monday. It won't be Cell Phone Photography & it won't be American Poetry. It will be 9 old releases reviewed, music reviews. After that, everything will go back to normal. Be warned, they are 9 underground classics.

1981

I always thought that I would die at 31 years old

The year was 2012 and instead of dying

it was the year that my first son was born

THE NEW JERSEY TURNPIKE, 070208

Im on the Chinatown bus

watching the girl next to me

silently puke into a plastic bag

Now I'm smelling it

Now the bag is touching

my fucking leg

CELL PHONE SET #14

The fourteenth cell phone photography post that I have done. I hope all of you are very glad that this one is perfectly ready for you on your Monday morning. You can read it on your lap or desk top computer while at work. Please make sure that you have a bunch of tabs open at once, some with work, some with fun. Hopefully you take orders well.

These photo's were all taken on the West Coast. Two of them in Los Angeles and one of them in San Francisco. Guess which ones were where. It was my first time on the West Coast in 5 years.

WHEN I'M NOT ALONE IN A HOTEL ROOM #1

We couldn't bring ourselves to have sex or love each other
So instead we covered our genitals in money and
only took pictures of one another

WHEN I'M NOT ALONE IN A HOTEL ROOM #2

I wanted to cover the bed in blood

Period Blood, Period Blood

That's how I got my nickname,

Period Blood

CELL PHONE SET #13

POEM FOR A LOVER

For my whole life

I've been looking for

someone like me

Just like me

Just as "off"

Our personalities would be 

perfectly balanced

When I looked at thought said girl

I thought and said

"You look like a slut in that dress"

Said girl with squinty eyes

then looked at me and said

"Takes one to know one"

while slightly pulling down  on one side 

of her over-sized, with over-sized 

cut arm-holes, tank-top.

I then looked at her and she at me

I smiled slightly, knowingly

recognizing something deeper.

Her blonde hair pulled back

and glistening

Her pale face turning cherry red

Filled with rage

she then hit me.

I immediately, irrationally

defended myself, thrashing about

defending myself, I thrashed about

getting caught in the moment

and forgetting our prior

momentary beauty,

I defended myself.

But for that one gaze

I did know a perfect, unconscious 

happiness

POEM FOR A LOVER #2

You know I love you, caress-ed one

Now I caress you, love-ed one

Woe Woe Woe

By cell phone light and classical music

Sunglasses looking at the moon

Woe Woe Woe

Is that cigarette smoke or a sultry fog?

CELL PHONE SET #12

WHEN I'M GONE

When I am old & ugly
I want to be remembered for those
days that I laid in bed
and kissed young girls.

And please remember them
as pretty because that is the way
that I most certainly do:

Their perfect breasts and crisp smiles
The whole thing was very innocent.
You should probably remember that, too.

POEM FOR FLOYD, WARNER & CAIN

We dressed up as women
Just before robbing a bank
A lot of people thought that it was a disguise
But really, we were just getting ready for prison

CELL PHONE SET #11

Finally another post, you all thought I had abandoned you. I didn't. But I did come back with the sickest cell phone photography set yet. These 3 together are probably the best set of 3 I have posted up here. Really. Just sit back, hand on the mouse & look these over for a while.
The top one is on 7th St. right where Fairhill and Elmwood come together. Right where 7th & Germantown Ave. meet. You'll probably never go there. Unless you develop a heroin addiction. The new "stuff" around there is called "BLOOD DIAMOND", just in case you are wondering. Anyways, this sweet artwork is on the side of an old hair-shop called "Unity Barbershop". The duo pictured is one set of 3. The place is obviously abandoned now.
The middle photo is on Snyder Avenue in South Philly. I took it on my way to watching a Flyers game at a bar.
The bottom photo was taken on Kensington Ave- Under the El. Note that the man is pushing his own wheel chair or a friends. Also note that the front wheel, closest to us is missing.
Please know that I spend hours deliberating over which photo's to put together in the same set.

ALONE IN A HOTEL ROOM 2

Why do you care what I do alone in a hotel room?
It's not like,
It's not like I empty a full bottle of hand lotion into my hand,
sprawl out, on the top cover, fully naked
and then rub it all over my body or anything.
Like I asked before:
Why would you care what I do alone in a hotel room?

ROMANTIC FEELINGS

First I kiss you
Then your shirt falls to the floor
and then your bra
I see your naked breasts
and then I kiss one of your nipples
perfectly, softly
my lips barely touching the tip
and then I cum

CELL PHONE SET #10

Cell Phone Set #10. I'm back on track. My cell phone camera is still cracked, I found out recently that I am due for a new phone in November. I am SO sorry. SO SO SO sorry. You have a few months to wait for perfect, non-foggy pictures. Eventually I assume, I will start posting normal, non cell phone photo's. Once in a very long while I do get a good one, though.
Top photo is at 61st & Chestnut. I took this while eating lunch in the back of my work truck. $4.50 for a cheese-steak, fries & a soda, bought diagonal from the corner I took this photo from.
The middle photo is of Miss Jena Derman.
The bottom photo is a motorcycle sitting pleasantly in its natural surroundings. Hopefully my photo's are painting a complete, vibe-filled picture of Mr. Francisco's Philadelphia.

ANGELDUST LIVE 031508

This is a small video of Angeldust performing live in Boston. Consider this one poetry. Last week I only did a photo post, due to my busy schedule. Since I am still busy, this week I am only doing a poetry post. Thanks.

AMERICAN FREE JAZZ

American Free Jazz,
Ever since 9-11 American Free Jazz has gotten a lot more free

CELL PHONE SET #9

Like mentioned above, this is Cell Phone Set #9. On time.

The top photo is in West Chester, just outside of Philadelphia. You should go there, maybe you should even try to live there. I bet it would be real fun & cheap. Just maybe you should maybe bring your shotgun, maybe.
The middle photo is of an alley-way that I walk down every day on my way to work. The rest of the alley (where I took the photo from) is usually covered in a homeless man's ex-clothes & usually has a pretty loud scent of piss creeping around. If you go there right now there might be a bottle or two smashed on the ground near where you might walk.
The bottom photo is a photo of a dinner Jena & I cooked last week. It's not the whole meal, though. The breaded/fried chicken is missing & so is the rice. Those 3 parts just looked pretty nice together.

NORTH PHILLY, 041108

Vaste wasteland
Zombies on the corners
North Philadelphia, White Powder
Forget what you know
Details in the moment
Quick decisions, Numb lips
North Philadelphia, White Powder
Forget what you know
Fairhill, roads closed
Drive in circles, park the van
run outside, run back in
Drive away
Have a good time
North Philadelphia, White Powder
Forget what you know but don't get shot
Sweet rotting buildings, empty lots
Have a good time, a real good time

DEVIL TOWN & DEVIL CITY

HE FOLLOWS ME
This is the Devil's City
and if I lived in a town
it would be the Devil's Town
He follows me
He follows me wherever I go,
That's what it's like
This is the Devil's City
and I Love It

DEVIL CITY
Devil City, Devil City
Berks stop,
Front & Berks
Psycho Cop
A bunch of fucking animals
We're all a bunch of fucking animals
on the loose
Devil City, Devil City

The top poem "North Philly, 041108" was written just after the middle photo in "CELL PHONE SET #8" was taken. The bottom post is 2 different poems that go together.

CELL PHONE SET #8

Cell Phone Set #8. There is a theme in these here pictures. It is a theme that isn't expressed in their content. It is in my cell phone camera lens & it's crack. None the less, these three photo's are sick. Recently my cell phone camera lens became cracked, probably between my body and some sort of heavy sound or light equipment while sitting in my pocket at work.
The top photo is near 69th & Market. This lady was sitting down on a set of steps while mildly yelling at herself and listening to her walkman. Maybe she was singing along? Either way she was staring at that blank wall & deeper into the alley. I once saw a man come out nowhere at around midnight with a purse in his hand. He came from 69th Street, down Ludlow and into this alley. About 30 seconds later a slew of cops chased down after him. Then a slew of dogs. Another 30 seconds and then he came out the alley, handcuffed. The most interesting aesthetic, visually was him running past all the stagehands & trucks that were loading out Steely Dan. I was sitting on the back of an open 24-foot box truck watching. Back to the story, the blur in this photo is very minor & almost not even noticeable at all.
The second/middle photo is at a warehouse. Right after this picture was taken the guy in black, Randall (pictured in CELL PHONE SET #1) told me that he loves to play the guitar, mostly only hard-rock. He then told me that sometimes he goes up on the roof of his giant warehouse with "big", "giant" speakers, some fireworks and then rocks the neighborhood. The blur in this photo is pretty foggy.
The bottom photo was taken in downtown Philly. I forget where exactly. I think it's an amazing photo ruined by the best blur ever. The wall is sick, the lady is sick. This photo has a really defined "blur".
I really like the interworkings of these 3 photo's compositions. Keep checking.

THE ULTIMATE MIDDLE FINGER

My dick is only 1 inch long when it's hard.
I consider it the ultimate "FUCK YOU" to the world.

ALONE IN A HOTEL ROOM

Me and my whiskey are
alone in a hotel room.

Carrie Underwood awaits my services.
The Mexican waitress is still dreaming about me.

One by one
the lights go down.
Shot by shot
I go down.

Goodnite Ladies!

This is a bonus. Ya'll are lucky. I usually on a normal feeling day would never share
anything this deep with you web-browsers. Thanks!!

CELL PHONE SET #7

Cell Phone Set #7.

The top photo I took from the bank of the Delaware River, about 2 blocks from my present residence. While sitting on a rock, the water by my feet, and contemplating what I've done with my life, I looked left and this is exactly what I saw. I was medium-mildly hung-over. I was sitting there alone, no one around. Right after I took this picture a family, 2 parents and 3 little kids came over & sat right next to me. They were throwing rocks & sticks for about 15 minutes before leaving.
The middle photo was taken near Hershey, Pennsylvania. I have never even heard of a "Horse Blanket" never mind ever seeing a sign about one in real life. I was at a laundromat in farmsville, washing some black hand towels for Carrie Underwood and watching "Walker, Texas Ranger". You should have seen the damn candy dispensers that were below & around this sign. They looked like the old ones at the old laundromat between Broad & 15th, on Snyder.
The bottom photo I noticed on my way to work about a week ago. I walk to work every day, it's about a 45 minute walk.
In some non-blog-related news. I updated my band's website. If you have any interest you should check it out. The page I updated is just the "Releases". I added some photo's of some of the old releases. Not all, since some I don't even have copies of anymore.
here's the link to the "Releases" page:
M AX NOI MACH RELEASES

SUNDAY MORNING, 1976

It was a Sunday morning
when I decided to leave the diner & go to church.
As I sat there, praying
I noticed my eyes falling from the altar
and landing on all the girls' behinds.
I noticed how sexy they were & how untouchable.

It was just after the preacher's sermon, on this Sunday Morning
that I realized I was going to have to make my future daugher a
future christian if I didn't want her to to be a future slut.

It was just before the final "Amen", on this Sunday Morning
when I remembered why we never dated girls that went to church.

But how nice they are to look at!
It's funny when you think about it
And wonder
On this Sunday Morning

TWO THINGS

Two things that I should definitely stay away from are
Drugs and Religion
Oh how so, these 2 things ever weave themselves
Ancient Geometry
Our psychadelic minds
Our bodies begging to let loose
Both are there for us, whenever we are weak
Whispers leading to thoughts, ever unheard
The need to cry, the need to yell
They make you cry & scared of hell
Freedom & solace you do desire
and both those things they surely inspire
I'm not exactly sure if they empty your mind
or make you smarter
Hmmm
Maybe after all this careful consideration
Maybe I should become a Christian,
just so I can do more Drugs

These are definitely my best 2 poems, to date. Obviously with every two poems there is a theme.

CELL PHONE SET #6

The 6th set of my Cell Phone Photographs. Definitely the best set, by far. And of course, I'm back on track, right on time, Monday morning & a new Cell Phone set.
The top photo is in Kensington, just east of the "El". It's probably one of the best photo's I have ever taken, the light is perfect. The second photo is in Baltimore on Pratt Street, one block down from Tarantula Hill. The third photo is Boxcutter & H. It was taken in the Philadelphia Phillies dug-out at the "Link" last summer.
There isn't much to say about these because they look so good.

NEW TAPE OUT: "CHASER"

New tape out now. M AX NOI MACH "Chaser"

2 sides, 20 minutes total. Top picture is the cover, 2 color silk-screen. The bottom photo is the insert with the track listing. No poetry this week. But staying true to the Monday/Thursday posts I posted this. But not only did I post this, this tape has two of the previously posted poems on it: "THE DARKSIDE" and "THE BIG BABY NEVER GETS FUCKED". If you want a copy feel free to comment here or email me. billy_newman@hotmail.com The tape is $5. I also have other stuff available. I promise that next week will be back to normal. Cell-Phone Photography on Monday & American Poetry on Thursday. Thanks.

NON CELL PHONE SET #1

Sorry again ya'll. No Cell Phone Photography set this week. I thought it more fitting to post photo's from the previously mentioned trip I was just on. It's not even a Monday, anyway. It's a Tuesday. So here are photo's from last week.
Real quick. The top photo is of my grandmother sleeping. And the next photo is of her neighbor's front yard. The trailer that looks older and is a bit further away has been there for at least 20+ years, as far back as I can remember. This was taken after a walk through the woods. Through the woods & on the trails that I explored on a mini-bike as a child. The 3rd photo is of the piece I was just painting in Portland, Maine. It is on display for 6 more weeks at an art gallery called "SPACE" on Congress St. The piece is called "BOTECITO". It should or could have been called "Something's Missing" considering there is no naked lady in it. Don't worry, next time there will be and she WILL be SOO beautiful. The paintings dimensions (not totally pictured) are 121" x 95". It took 4 days to paint, each day working at least 8 to 10 hours. All of it is hand-painted, no tape. All the geometry is perfectly measured out, though.
The 4th photo is of the beach, on the bay in Portland, Colleen at the ocean with some seagulls. The 5th and second to last photo is Jake sleeping in Boston after the Angeldust show. It's about 2 or 3 in the morning and Jake crashed on the couch, totally wasted. I thought he was totally passed out, but if you look closely you will notice that he has one eye open. Maybe that should be the title of the next Angeldust song: "ONE EYE OPEN". It's about being on tour, totally wasted, sleeping with one eye open for no reason. The bottom photo is ANGELDUST live in Boston.

POEM FOR A GIRL #1

When my father was my age
he was sitting in a diner
much like this one
we are sitting in right now.
He was alone and he had a sudden realization.
He realized that I was going to be a slut.
I wasn't even born yet.
And he didn't even know my mother at the time.
Oh well!
He was right.

POEM FOR A GIRL #2

The ultimate pleasure machine
Soak the floor
Yell out loud

There's nothing like this in the whole world
I don't need a man
I don't need a woman

Soak my thighs
Soak the floor

This is the best kind of population control
But if I do ever decide to have a baby-boy
I might just name him
"SYBIAN"

These 2 poems were written for a girl to read, as implied by the titles

CELL PHONE SET #5

Oh yes, Cell Phone Photography set by Mr. Francisco #5 is uploaded. Here's the deal, Steve. It officially is Tuesday, but technically, by the book, it's still Monday since I haven't gone to bed yet. You all know that. I worked from 4:30 in the morning until 1 in the afternoon. I then walked home for a half hour, took a nap, did something twice and then went back to work. I then worked from 7:30 until 1 a.m. So I guess all of you, my faithful blog-lovers will be understanding as to why this isn't posted on the official Monday that this gets clocked in on. Oh yeah, I was working for Elton John.
The top photo is Max Eisenberg & Jena Derman in front of a pentagram. This was just before the Costes/Rubbed Raw show mentioned WAY below. Note that there is no slimey stain on Max's upper lip.
The second/middle photo is obviously a white car in a parking lot for those of you without eyes. The bottom photo is my below mentioned crew in a golf cart. These three just look good and compliment each other very well.
Not to make you horny early or anything but my next photo set is going to be the BEST ONE YET. The best in every possible facet; the light, the quality, aesthetically, the content, the depth, et cetra et cetra, et cetera. Never mind, it's okay if you get horny now. Horny for the intellectual superiority and sensitivity that will be portrayed.

ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS

All the pretty girls,
I can't wait to be in side of all of you
All the pretty girls

All the pretty girls,
I wrote "Maria's Asshole" on a little piece of paper
just so I could remember what it felt like

Oh, I felt so guilty
I felt so guilty carrying around that little piece of paper

HEY COPPERS

Hey Coppers!
If you go outside & you see a girl with no pussy,
Let me know

Hey Coppers!
If you go outside & you see a girl with no pussy
and you figure out how to finger her,
Let me know

Hey Coppers!
Sometimes it's better to just rub it against the flesh

CELL PHONE SET #4

Cell Phone Photography set # 4. Just the details again. I hope you are enjoying my poetry. The top photo is Leslita Salazar. She has no clue that I took this picture last summer. I took it on 9th Street just south of Washington. This was about an hour after a black kid on a bicycle got shot across from La Lupe for bickering with a road-ragering group of 3 honkies a block souther than here. This was during the half-time of a soccer game Nick Cribbets & I were watching at the beer-convenience store at 9th & Washington. A Chinese man runs the place, mostly only Mexicans hang out in there, take shots & drink Corona's. It was the South American Cup or whatever, something like Ecuador vs. Mexico. It was a hot summer day. I ate a burrito, Nick ate corn on the cob with chili power on it & we both got real drunk. P.S. the building behind her on the other side of the street is now torn down.
This leads us to the second photo. I think it was taken on the same day. The Virgin Guadalupe art piece.
The 3rd & bottom photo tells a very intriguing story. The man hanging is named "Party Boy". He was lured and/or tricked into getting hung from the ceiling in a harness by a quarter ton motor that usually holds up a big metal bleacher. He was told he had to go up & fix something. He went along not knowing that there was nothing to actually fix. As you can see he had lost one of his shoes on the ride up. The smiling man on the ground has it next to him & Party Boy is pointing down at it. On-lookers looking on, me capturing the whole charade.

THE BIG BABY NEVER GETS FUCKED

The big baby never gets fucked
Fake tanned skin, the pain sinks in

He wishes he could sleep
but his balls hurt so bad

As he gets older
the girls get younger
the sexual hunger grows

The tension builds
the tension builds

LIVING IN AMERICA

Jews
Christians
Muslims

Living in America, peacefully...
NOT
(machine gun sounds)

Black guys
White guys
Mexicans
Indians,
both kinds

Living in America, peacefully...
NOT
(machine gun sounds) x2

this one is really meant to be spoken more than written but I wrote it today

CELL PHONE SET #3

This is my 3rd set of cell-phone photography. No one is really checking this that often. Maybe 1 person every 2 to 3 weeks. That's okay, I too have a hard time navigating away from gmail or myspace or youtube or xhamster. No joke, I have a hard time navigating my real-self away from McDonalds, the bar, work or the toilet.
So on that note: The top photo is my mother on her last birthday. I met her for breakfast early one morning while on tour with "Attitude Problem". You have to admit: She does look SO beautiful.
The middle photo is Big Daddy Kane live in Philadelphia. I have to say, many celebrities/bosses/reptilian's happen to be very short. The same goes for supreme rap stars. He put on a really good show, the light of god shined down upon him as he entered the stage. I happened to catch him catching it & the actual light.
The bottom photo is Wearkarm, Mikowitz Armstein. This was at a barrel fire just before he caught himself on fire.

THE DARKSIDE

The Dark Side, welcome yourself to the dark-side
Have a fucking party
Do it yourself
No end, dude
Welcome yourself and then thank your fucking self later
Rotten Teeth, Rotten Teeth
Fuck a turd, man

THE HUNGRY RAT

The hungry rat can't ever be happy
The tail keeps growing
Empty house, empty bottles, cigarette butts, empty mind
The hungry rat spreads its legs
The hungry rat gets fucked
The smell lingers for days
Red eyes, no escape
I can still hear the sound of hidden desires

The hungry rat waits
the tail keeps growing
the hungry rat waits forever
the tail keeps growing

Smash one of the bottles
Burn the rat
Take the ratshit
Shove it in your ass
and then call it your own
Better yet,
maybe this is a bad idea
maybe you should be the rats best friend

CELL PHONE SET #2

This is my second set of Cell Phone photographs. The top photo is a document of the very sweet & creative product stacking done at the supermarket near my house. It's located at 5th & Berks. I think the shown tower is a pure example of making the best out of your day job, really caring about your simple tasks and taking the time to make something slightly out of the ordinary & unneeded. The artist definitely cares about what he's doing.
The middle photo is my crew. I spend more time with these guys than just about anyone else. Colt 45's and a barrel fire at the warehouse. Weakarm, Ricky, Stiz, Boxcutter, H.
The bottom photo is Jake the Snake fixing a toilet. I was stuck in the stall with him & thought it a prime opportunity to catch him in this very uplifting position. I think this one has a very beautiful composition. It is very balanced & tells a pretty obvious story.

CELL PHONE SET #1

This is the first set of cell-phone photographs. In the top photo, is a man I met around 20th & Sedgley, he lives in an old warehouse in one of Philly's gnarliest neighborhoods. He's probably the only white guy for miles. Not only does he hand-recycle old batteries by pouring the old battery acid into a big vat and then refilling them with new battery acid, he also claims that he has possession of all the water-gate files in his 10,000+ square foot warehouse. I once saw him come out of nowhere, dressed in army fatigues, chase two young kids off his property while shooting paint-balls at them and then roll for cover.
The second photo is two of my friends. I took the bottom photograph outside of the "Link". It was very early morning. I got paid to wait in this parking lot and "park" these big semi's neatly in a row. It's about 5:30 a.m. in the photograph and I took it from a lawn chair that I was half falling asleep in while waiting for more to arrive.