I got too weirded

out sun

had gone down

walking around 

Manhattan 

toward East Village 

did a loop 

came back 

 What time is it?

God only knows

Minus three 

and then another hour

We're going backwards

But it's later?

I don't know what time it is

But I care?

 Tra leee la

   Tra lee la

Breakfast at 8

It's not corona virus 

  It's carnivorous

They eat meat!

heard on Bleeker 

  5:37 pm

11/2/2025

 What's the point?

Good question 

You

Need 

To 

Answer that on your own

Changing the oil

Give me a break

 I'm

redecorating 

POLICE LINE  DO NOT CROSS

 Pish 

    Posh

  Bigaww 

    Native American

    Pish 

Posh 

Pigawww 

  How'd ya do

   I'm losing it

Well okay

 Echelon

      trouve 

accent

   some African Nation

What

  Oh 

  Pushing carts 

Six 

   Or seven

Some walking together

  Others

lone stranglers 

   On the cement

 Jeeve 

Jeebus 

That cracking in the wall

  what is that?

   Ghosts

Ghosts of old New York

   lurking

In brick

   laughing 

   They're good looking

   and dressed to blast 

on a nowhere basis

  these GHOSTS I'll say

Oh well 

Tomorrow 's 

   another day

 I wandered around a town

in New Jersey

Found boxes by the sidewalk

Throwing out photographs

And negatives

Of old family

In better days

 

 

 

 You carried the sad sack

Thru countless tremoils 

You were the tv brownie 

On the sofa w crumbs

Catching a glimpse

Of aliens and Amos RA

Where's the crescent wrench

Became your creed

Like another day

 MOM'S BASEMENT VOL. 1

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 You banished all

not for what they did

But for what you couldn't be

A lover

A friend

You holed up 

And made a thousand collages

a testament to your inability

To your ineffectualness 

Cut and glue the eyes

On the moon

On the stars

All night long

 Bottles were

laid out 

In long precarious rows

empty all of them

saved like some trophies

Of concupisense (?)

your eyes too 

We're laid out in rows

Black cloth

Shaded them 

Rows and rows 

Like trophies

 I measure 

your wide open stare

with a broomstick 

You laugh

And I sweep

 Scream!

or let it out slowly 

Tie it up

Lock it in

deep 

In your stomach

Never let it out

Spread it out 

Tomorrow 

Or 

The next day

 Grievances

are a future

   Not

Just a presence of 

worry

   Believe!

That's the spirit!

Go team!

A dog bit me in my dream

and the back porch was removed on the top floor

(Where we live)

I slept ten hours

And freeze dried coffee

ain't cutting it