The blues were marked

open eyed drunk

leaping and falling

crying and laughing 

The blues didn't care

He's drunk!

Let's go get some tacos

Hmm good idea-

He'll be here when we get back!

they caught a 52 toward the ocean

 

 Grief has no sidewalks

    stumbling but not looking

   you part your hair on the other side

    the mirror is backwards

   But it doesn't matter

   It's Thursday and you have nothing to do 

   The sun is shining on a bright blue sky

  You say fuck it put

your pants on and get on with it

 Blues & Haikus

  stoned on the edge of the western shore

    Oaks and firs

  a breezy day

   with tourists buried 

    and old Victorian sculptures missing a leg

  and an arm

  Diana the Huntress

  watches from her broken pedestal

  She calls out her hunting cry!

 But there is only the wind

a squirrel scampers

up a tree

 

 Don Cuco 

would come to take care of the plants- the tiled

patio was covered in plants - like a 2nd floor Jungula-

he was always dressed nice and he would sweep up and trim and water the plants. Don Cuco wanted to marry Teresa but she wasn't having any of that. 

Don Cuco lived with his mother out by the river and was very religious. 

 No Tire La Basura Antes De Ocho

Down on the street he put the sign 

but it didn't matter

they did what they wanted to do

On the corner the old guy with the skin affliction

had a torta shop- he'd make you a good cheap torta

Don Pedro

No sign on his shop- they said if you have a sign

you have to pay taxes-

at night two young sisters would sell tacos

they just set up on the sidewalk

75 cents for a taco 

and they were good

 Mole Pipian 

green mole- I thought mole was like

chocolate but

this they said was from pumpkin seeds

twenty years later they were still there

but no Pipian

 another freeze dried morning 

It's easy 

not as good but  

it reminds me of my dad

he always made freeze dried coffee

in Mexico we'd sit with a view

of the Bahia Banderas

and the large church

and drink our coffee

Teresa would make breakfast

you could hear cars and old beat up trucks

downshift to make it up the steep hill

 I woke up early

Mom needs to get shots in her eyes

My sister and I double team her

It makes it somewhat fun

poor old gal can't remember much 

but she's still here

she can identify people in photos

If she adjusts her glasses

I tell her "You're old!"

and she laughs

 A croak

from her

blossomed into the night

What day do we leave

I don't think I can go

I'm not in any shape for all that

That's the way it goes

haven't heard from her since

But what did I expect 

She's ten years younger than me

 The madness corroded the telephone

until all was lost

sounds bad

  but there's still chipmunks 

and a form of Komodo Dragon

 I went and got bacon and eggs for breakfast

at some semi-fancy French restaurant

everybody was speaking Mexican 

maybe it was a region in France

the best part was they don't take tips

I guess I saved six bucks

Woo - hoo!

 The days click by

like horses at the glue factory

I slept from 8 pm to 6 am

then I went to get my new prescription 

Sorry your insurance didn't approve it so it's 

$1297.63

You're sorry? Nah

 Until said discoveries

   are impugned 

Until storied times

   are released

   like frost houses 

    and van trappists 

      in cancer zones

         Maria! 

      when you're a jet...

Until screams are released

   and cries are 

   turn left at Greenland 

    sigh and pretend

everything is going to be ok

 Slammed my head

   on Bristol 

    binomes 

  slept amongst

     trolls under the bridge 

  ate bangers

    A true time

   see the flowers 

      in your mind

 the world is failing?

   nah just gotta roll

  with the spiders

GET A BOTTLE OF CLEAR ALCOHOL

 

 Jesus asked God 

When was my birthday?

God being a typical dad didn't know.

Christmas he said

 I can hear beeping

    like an eighties car alarm

  but just beep beep beep

what is that?

  who knows?

   who cares?

  Somebody getting in their car 

       going to who the fuck knows where

     but they have purpose

I gotta go! 

 in the old days

  I'd get stoned and type 

on a cheap typewriter

    about Napoleon of the streets

      or the last fair deal gone down

   I got tons of old stuff

     in boxes somewhere

   now it's all online

   No more paper

    no more boxes

 just hiding away

   Online somewhere

  with four or five unknown readers 

Out there going

   this guys fucked up

Haha

   Ah it's another day

   the sun is kinda shining

  friends are posting

   from Cozumel

   cuz their home is -16 w wind chill

   Im pretty lucky for 

  a guy who really didn't do much