Thursday, July 03, 2025

 I need to wash my brain clean

Tear it out of my head!
Locked in my cranium
-I need to wash with the rocks and dirt and dust and dried sinew of Death Valley
Cleanse -
with the mierda of the desert
Igneous, Permian, some other old geography period
- Shedding blood  
Saguaro Teotihuacan
  Mount poisin
 Mt Oipian
Mt Pipian
Pumpkin seed mole 
Ayuahasca of Don Cuco
   In the dark cool cathedral 
Sweeping leaves
  Sweeping bugs and paper
as girls run and laugh
  Sweeping diamonds dripping
From the iguanas eyes
   The donkeys of the desert
Catch phrases-
   To time to match
    The eyes of brown woman
     Burnt and Loveless
      In her neglect
        In her negligee
        In her bath
          Of cactus spines 
           And iguana eyes
Don Pedro knows 
 Nothing
 He does not talk
 His face blotchy
 The skin looks peeled
 He makes taquitos of mule 
   Enchiladas of peeled snake meat
  Corn churros
 With lime and salt and sugar
 He stands on the corner
At the top of the hill
   In Gringo Gulch
Piles of garbage in the old empty lot 
lemon peels 
  behind him
NO TIRA LA BASURA ANTES DE OCHO
  says the sign
But it is ignored 
The cobblestones wait 
     For an old truck
Or the water man 
  Or gas man
Yelling
 "GAZ GAZ GAZ"
shed your eyes 
Little one
  Cast the dirt
On school uniforms and shouts
  Until lunch 

  


Wednesday, July 02, 2025


 











 

 Teetering on the razor

Blood pressure 159/105
Trying to be nonchalant 
But I could blow my top
Any time
Quit cigs
Quit booze 
Quit drugs
There you have it 
I guess im officially a bore now
Haha 
Umm no I can't go out and get shit faced
With you today
The wind is blowing

 Bathwater Basheba

Ground and played
Tourniquet breath
And fol de rol
In your mothers pajamas
Stayed the on course
Of rivets and tears, 
Alligator of course,
In tennis shoes
And a branch of the Eleven
with William Tell's 
Crossbow Theatre 
Attuned in tune
To drop D
Crazy fingerings
And mescalin thighs
No matter is no no energy
Hickory or rotten wood 
  The strata are complete
  To the best dressed analyst

Tuesday, July 01, 2025




 

 The captain blew a fish 

Out of the sea
Ribald, turned like two corners
whiskey and grinded, carelessly 
Circumscribed by
the Tropic of Cancer-
  his legs ached 
sciatica or diabetic neuropathy-
    his boots didn't fit  
   Across the mizzen 
he watched Archimbald rolling a fag
   Lighting it and continue 
His mopping
   Steer clear 
Stay avast
  See the murky eye of the shore
  Toe the bloody fragger 
  Staggered to the deck
  With bird lime
  And chicken caged
  goats tied below 
Steady on boys!
   Thirteen days 
and no rum
  Sucked a lemon
And wondered where 
His violin had got to

Saturday, June 28, 2025











 

 Battleship Gray

That was the color of the sun faded
'63 Ford Fairlane four door sedan
Not even sure what color it was originally 
My sister bought a batik at cost plus import
And redid the ceiling in the car
Hippie mobile 
When it became mine
I painted a white racing stripe on the hood
Later, after taking acid, a stencil of John Lennon
Screaming on the drivers side door
"MOTHER YOU HAD ME BUT..."
My dad bought the car for $25.

 Shiny fingers

and smeared red lipstick
Cute college girl working 
the cafe 
She has a nice laugh
Studies psychology
Never or maybe heard of Jung
Don't know why I brought it up
How can she study psychology at the college level and not know Jung?
I guess he's not popular these days
Too metaphysical
Stick with the modern guys 
Why do I go down these rabbit holes?
Transference!
Guilt?
Sex! 
...my parents
Let's forget the whole thing
Book closed
Lock it up in your stomach
And never tell ANYONE!
EVER!

 I can't write for shit 

I try 
But it always just comes out 
more of the same old crap
"You've got to reach into the darkness...it has to scare the crap out of you."
I know the routine but it's like talking to a moron. 
Would you trust a moron? What is moron? 
That's me 
Bob Moronski
Licensed shit head LSH
Got an office down on Cabrillo Street
Give us a call  
My secretary will set it up
Well fuck your brains up and send you a bill
Please pay on time

Friday, June 27, 2025

 San Franshitsco 

Holy water
    Ran thru the dry cement
        A widow in black
  Rode a white horse
Her dead husband crying his eyes out
Until he breathed again
 That's this city

 I dreamt 

Of John Cale violin
Scratching over New Jersey 
Tambourine banging in Englewood
Your castle house in the forested glen 
Well actually on a rise 
Above the rest
Filled to the brim so rooms
Are closed off unusable
Boxes of clothes books paper toys rugs paintings 
Sealed ecumenically and you
Worrying about your mothers storage spaces in Ft Lee
Going through them one by one 
While I dig thru the basement for an old man's 
Ceramic work stacked and covered by dust sawdust
Mouse poo bits of wood 2x4's planks tools old vacuum broken bits cracked ceramic artworks and various assortment
Paid to clean them them out 
Hose them down 
Photograph them 
and tomorrow
More more more

 Shit ass poetry

Begets shit ass dreams of you
with stoic benighted fat asses
Potatoe chips and lozenges  
With smiling people talking 
SO LOUD  
but fuck it
It's whatever like
Shit ass poetry 

 I caught

The broken beewitch 
With purple glands 
And broiled eyes
Her torn lies seethed out of her
She stood and made hash browns
    The tv was on
   blasting Days of our Lives
  The broken vacuum cleaner
Lay on the floor
I read the newspaper
Land mines in Bruggia 
   Death in Kamchatka 
  Oil prices rising 
Turds for sale
   Cats are running the country
  Automated cycles leaving men floundered
  Time stops for a black man in Queens
   Mojo mchatter buys lucky leprechaun scotch
   Boys jerking off in clubhouse
  Woman gets raped in Congress
  Stylish movie star found dead in LA
  KING fetus dead in polygon land

Thursday, June 26, 2025












 

 He used to call me

at 3 am to talk
He was drunk and maybe on blow 
Yak yak yak YAK!
He wouldn't shut up
He didn't want to listen to anything
Just wanted to talk
Blah blah blah
After twenty minutes
I'd try to politely get off the phone
Why POLITELY? He was drunk!
Finally I would just hang it up
Sometimes he'd still be talking
"Oh, we got cut off."
Or something
Eventually I stopped answering.
Sleep beautiful sleep 

Wednesday, June 25, 2025






 


 

 Summer Plebes 

Cold 
Morning
     Hey ho 
    Is Ginsburg alive
   he took photos
 Poetry sucks 
I don't write poetry 
I can't
I just scribble
And fool around 
What's Henry Miller's best book?
Tropic of Cancer or the Colossus at Maroussi?
Who knows 
So different
  Ho hum
Cold morning summer
Northern is it northern? 
   Say what you will
North of no one 
   north of Big Sur
north of Brisbane
Cow palace 
   Santa Cruz
Watsonville
  North of nobody
North of who cares
  North of hello