WHIFFLING THROUGH THE TULGEY WOOD
the frumious bandersnatch or whose part is this? The Tecate Wars 2007-2031 V. 1(non-explicated)
Wednesday, July 02, 2025
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
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
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
Tuesday, June 24, 2025
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