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

 

 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

 

 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

 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

 

 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 

 

 

 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