the practical 

consumption 

     of alcohol

      in 

 expressly 

       day drinking 

 seems

   seemed     

   slightly 

     (or more)

                               like a good idea 

 to honor 

the memory 

         but 

in practice 

     led to the eating 

         of steamed potstickers 

with spicy pepper oil

    and some gastric distress

   actually though

   probably 

                   very appropriate

but fuck appropriate 

 the bar was dark 

   and it was a beautiful day

    earlier we went to look for 

  whales 

   

spillage,
    the unforeseen  
the teetering
          of a shelf
    some semblance of the past
 decayed
 dusty
dirty
  strung out
    and broke
  pedalling in the night
to an unknown destination
     grave robbers
         saying me me me
              ( I could be in Yelapa right now)
     metaphor;
        the tick
the trick
   the wanton disease
   caressed
   by the thought
lady in night
     WOMAN in
the street
    all signs
forget it
   stay away
      keep out
         no trespassing
             motherfucker
   

    
        Dominique


               she od'd years ago
turned blue and fell down the stairs
   then became a profligate
drinker
   OE 800 in a chimney sweep
hat
     black dress
photographed lounging
  on piles of black garbage bags
on the sidewalk
 or,
clutching
a doll's dismembered head
or, just sitting in a room
standing
  a latch key poet

Burn it down
she said
BURN IT DOWN


-in a movie
     pregnant girlfriend of the kid
who gets suckered into buying
  a huge stereo system.

singing at the bar
       eerie harmony
two sorrowful voices
       everyone stopped
but that was years ago
    before she left
and went back to Detroit
  to raise her baby,
oh baby
 

  

heavy slumber,
 like a bear sleeping on your
head
        someone texts
about going to see whales
 
 

cosmic chemtrails
 across your
sky/mind
   the theories are piling up
    every way is possible
you've seen the result
now guess the cause
tinfoil hat life
 protect the chosen ones
 aerial rabbit ears
  noses twitching
smell the electricity
RUN!
or just hop
    to another view
 reaffirming
  in the antechamber
    crushed by velvet conspiracies
       "I KNOW, I KNOW!"
turning to Nature
   though,
  see a thousand colors-
shades of browns, greys, blue, red, & yellow
I guess
  forget about it

plethora
         fuctate

empire of the
          unintelligible

fog blows in
   
is extremist

 grasshoppers
    are political

frogs?
forgetaboutit!

 

sad
espiritu
    dominie
        the bark of the tree
 cut
and dripping
   river sways
black and white
     we seek
inside
espiritu
     saying
go
come
be
 see
 the reflection
is the reality
the dream
is
 the
mind
   the body
the
 espiritu

DUMP TRUMP ©2017

traveled 

the stoned 

arcade 

back door 

dreams of 

  what 

 the  

heck

   too hot 

 too sunny 

     one week 

they stole 

150 dollars 

 worth of stuff

                               he even got a windbreaker 

somebody stole some cherry cigars 

  we smoked them and felt sick

got on our bikes and split

 later it was 

md 2020

mad dog!

 

'twas a
donnybrook
  - eh?
    I routed the bazzerds
   your meaningless plight is without
sympathy
   I'm shopping in the five and dime
     for a vanilla cheroot
 or plastic swim toys
  but it's really not that hot out
 and the lights keep going out
    maybe a Hamm's sign
       and a cold Michelob
  from the cooler

satiric 

   strafed as 

star of Hollywood

   cement shoes 

or aggregate 

 compilation 

   the synaptic

steves

   of the pyre

 burning sleeves 

     of lace 

 and fences 

       around 10 foot high letters

 we see the bright lights 

in your eyes 

      the shadows know more 

   

 

DUMP TRUMP ©2017

I had a dream
I was interviewing Donald Trump
 we were seated next to some large colonaded financial or governmental institution.
He seemed quite sweet. (?)
He said "I'll be doing this for a long time."
I said "We'll see."
Trump was trying to tell a story but couldn't remember anyone's name.
"Uhm, Melanie Klunk?"
"Colonel Klink?"
"Yes!"

DUMP TRUMP / FREDERICK DOUGLASS / HEIL NO! © 2017

miracule
    drakkula
            lives!
   blood swiping
sycophant
   trudging down the
sidewalk
    see this knife?

whatooigottodo
 kick you down the stairs
    "just playin man"
 

the Tecate myth
infused the troops with a sense of purpose-
it was either that or
the fear of being stood up against a wall and shot
     'We hail Tecate,
as the Motivator, Redeemer,
Compatriot'
"We also stand knee deep in pig shit and try not to get our heads
blown off"
   Bastante Navarro said as they marched in
the 102 degree heat
  Bastante's mother was a programmer at the
Banque Central and his father worked in finance
  "I should be sitting in an air-conditioned office right now
checking my Facebook." He lamented
"Shut up Navarro"
  yelled his entire squad
they continued marching to the border
   
   

th'Jesus 

Sunday

  trumpster 

            dumpster  

ignatz

   and ratfink 

   spray the roundup

                      like acid attacks

                   horrible 

        

thats 

 not all