Friday, April 28, 2017

smeared 
protocol
 evasive disaster 
                 maintenance 
the tenets 
       of attendance 
fused 
in particulate 
            semantics
                         upbraided by synchronous 
 sententiousness
  seriously though 
 what the fuck 
    striated errata 
               in lugubrious 
    felicity 
 mourning the loss 
       of said periwinkle 
       and ambiguity like 
redactions  

 

Sunday, April 23, 2017

morning dream

swarms of wild parrots in the trees
  two horses in the water trying to get in the truck window
    trying to crush me - had to throw them off
      sitting at dinner trying to get wine
drinking from a tiny mouthed broken wine glass
My gramma is showing a nudie photo of her
taken by scientologist
(one breast is much larger than the other (?))
"we could never show it to anyone"
"grampa was a scientologist - see his chin"
someone else- "how come these photos smell so bad?"
looking out the window and suddenly my moms house (which is way out in the country)
is surrounded by condos and apartment buildings
the closest being purple gray black
i think i'm hallucinating
"does anyone else see that?
  "what, do we live in Contra Costa County now?!"
"Pappy would say we would have to move immediately"
  Lisa says yeah but look at that building (Giant las vegas style hotel across the street)
don't tell me pappy hated everything he...
  Pappy's there and says to me yeah you're right about those houses we better call the Louisville police
smiling like it's all a big joke but he doesn't know where he is
 he grabs me by the neck too hard
   T and O were visiting and we were gonna play music
so I'm carrying my amp up the stairs (with one arm)
  getting ready to set up and O is saying he doesn't want to do this just once
and I'm like dude I've been trying to get this together for months
  and I look down the arroyo and there's a giant black smoke fire down in the valley
then I see the meteor headed right for our house
it goes right through the second story of the house
 leaves a giant hole and continues flying up the valley
i run down to try to put out the fire
  but minimal fire
tamping out stove burners with my sleeve
 and my mom is saying why did you make the yard so muddy
(water truck scene with horses)
"why didn't you use the reverse water switch?"
I'm upset
" I'VE NEVER HEARD OF A REVERSE WATER SWITCH!"

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Tecate was a masterful force
  His generals took every option
    A war based on a supply of cheap Mexican beer
has its advantages
  


    
stream of thought
the rain shines
 the sun is swept into the night
streamed and strewn
    like papers on the floor
of the sky
(is that poetical?)
  yahhhhh
   


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

green paint
   a shit stained river
        suck it up
              the bombers are flying
                      
so what
   steam is billowing
        the grass is dead
            "in cafes people are reading on their computers"
   he says in Latin
       
                 you throw a tomahawk
at the sombrero
and call it a night

Monday, April 17, 2017

the sleep
monkey 
did slow motion 
cartwheels 
                           across the desert floor 
                                by a phonebooth 
                                                    people were arguing -
 who can be right?
 the most right?
 does it matter?
            to some 
                                   it matters more than
sleep itself
the phone rang
   
   
  

erstwhile
  cartography
of the rain puddles
    "some does
        and some does
this snow and ice
is gonna give your feet the blues"
 - Guitar Slim

















DUMP TRUMP ©2017

That giant pink bunny
   suit
hanging out in the lobby
   it's not raining when I go in
   oxymoron shrimp
and cocktail sauce
  a tall orange juice mimosa
  "first things first"
these pagan rituals
 demand a little refreshment
  

Saturday, April 15, 2017

i've got no rejoinder
the palm end
     yellow house
 wide wide street
       do you know it?
   No, how could you?
 it was baked in the sun
saw Jack London and Max Baer
    and Lawrence Radiation
     muggsy
  legs
 mad dog
and myself
the boss
  there was a time
when the fields
  were...

  

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

stoned 
and slurred
slandered
and slipping 
save the sos's 
for later
see the 
state of the 
ship is not sinking 
island dreams 
abound
 palm trees 
can be a good sign 
avoid the 
unavoidable 
practice what you 
practice 
too far sahib
the beam from my mind to
my money 
no brain worm 
please 
see the horizon 
straight and steady
betrixed
poly purposed
    androidenal
misgivings
       poop
poop
poop
  stem cell
    stenographer
   lay down your weary tune
         the dry answers are sweated and feared
                       stake yourself to the sun
                                 geckos are running across your arms
                                         we see the forest
                                               we see the trees
  so
what's new
     I'm planning to go to the desert 
    
silly sad
signs of the vertigo
    born under
          Alfred Hitchcock
and
Kim Basinger
 but wait!
    oh film
film
film
  no that's a cold entranceway
 to the popcorn is for everyone machine
      i'm sorry
      let's run!

fuck it!

    run!

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

daily 
syrup
  sticky 
           sweet 
bad dreams 
       the fbook
    the belt 
and the road
                       making toast at 5 am
                               after the garbage men
                                        clatter down the alley
trying to get my shit 
together 
but the full moon
mercury retrograde 
  combo 
  is fucking shit up everywhere
          they bulldozed a road to the lake 
    but not near us 
                                            dirty pillows
                            jacket's too small 
    all those pictures
why am I 
thinking 
   why am I 
eating bread 
   sourdough baguette

 
 

Sunday, April 09, 2017


Poem #71

torn pages
by hozomeen
some would care not
illiberal non editing
but those parts 
   of luminous numinous
 the mountain trail
among fir and
dirt
   surprising no
they admonish
and yet quote
  why the pilgrimage
if you
don't see "eye to eye"
   he's no angel
         ruined
himself
 hard to see
    the desolation
speaks to many 
 


poem #72

Oh,
Richard Nixon


poem #73
 
eat
arggh
and drink
be merry
    but these people
are being assholes


the orange 
tenement 
gilded with 
  gold 
   a house of 
                 cards 
          all jokers 
                  the house 
                           takes it's cut 
                             and plays it
                                           coal to the chest 
"cough"
                    a pipeline 
                                             through war crimeas
                                     the putsch-
                                every deal 
                                      is a steal 
                                
                           
            

Thursday, April 06, 2017


Didactic
    effulgence
dazzled stunned overcome
  or just bored
  looking into the light after
taking some known property
   real estate
of the neurological sub division
  sale pending!
   drive on drive on
we have many miles to go
    this looks promising
   if you like a good swamp
gators mosquitos
  green adders
or alders
   the snakey snake
shakey shake
that biblical umbilical
  cut cut
(the umbiblical cord) yes no
 don't mix your metaphors with gin
   unless it's tom collins-ish
giblet?
gimli
  don't even think it
the preacher fell into the vat
   drink your way out
of that one!
huh
   stoics in rooms reading by candlelight
 winds howl rain drips
   
 



The Tempest
   in Temphis, Mennessee
books books books
    how did they get here
   Ariel?