Tuesday, January 15, 2019

so sleepy ..

rain finally rolled in...
 grey San Francisco..
 no waiting
on no one now
    just a big grey sky
 and the dripping
    through the window
   -for a little fresh air
  Napoleon never weeped
      but you can step on Tom Waits'
   hand
    If you owned a loft in Tribeca
in the nineties
   -one that has a swing in the living area
  large paintings
      no plants though
     too dark
     I dreamt I found a flat file
    but it was all covered in black plastic
We went to Sissy's job in NY
   taking care of Avedon's plants
       her husband worked at the Cloisters
    a medieval castle
  it never had any monks
or nuns
   but they have tapestries
     "we're here to inspect the tapestries"
    -some movie
    Sean Connery?
   wearing a beret?
     
   
    
   

Saturday, January 12, 2019



 thought 
 rebellion 
 was in 
 the air
   but the 
 car 
wouldn't 
        not go 
     no matter 
how she tried 
           - it was a stupid letter 
   she found 
 written 
 years ago 
 and never 
 sent 
 just reading 
 it was 
painful-
      so 
     she put on her shoes and 
got out 
of 
the 
house

Friday, January 11, 2019


sad writing of forlorn 
 and empty 
love 
 writing 
   my insecurity 
  now needs of the fire 
 to purge 
     the past 
    from my blood 
      so many 
    drawing books 
          so many shitty drawings 
      with a blue magic marker 
  what were you thinking 
  
a house like a museum of 
1978 
      filled with mice and 
   letters 
       books covered in 
 dust 
                  box them up 
 take them somewhere 
   somewhere not here
      don't bring that here 
   too late 
                                start again
sad writing...


-the coldest winter
   I ever spent
    was a summer
       with your mother-

in SF winter
   is a summer
       day in Montreal
a rainy cold

 summer day
     or maybe fall in NJ
   yeah
 Fall in NJ
  


        

Wednesday, January 09, 2019



'secrets hide in your dna'
   f u internets
blahbitty
     bit fux
       byte me
       



To Althea, from Prison: By: RICHARD LOVELACE (written in 1642) 

When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my Gates,
 And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates; 
 When I lie tangled in her hair,
 And fettered to her eye, 
The Gods that wanton in the Air, 
Know no such Liberty. 
 When flowing Cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, 
Our careless heads with Roses bound, 
Our hearts with Loyal Flames; When thirsty grief in Wine we steep, 
When Healths and draughts go free, 
Fishes that tipple in the Deep Know no such Liberty. 
When (like committed linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, 
Mercy, 
Majesty, 
 And glories of my King; 
When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how Great should be, 
 Enlargèd Winds, that curl the Flood, 
 Know no such Liberty.
 Stone Walls do not a Prison make,
 Nor Iron bars a Cage; 
Minds innocent and quiet take That for an Hermitage. 
If I have freedom in my Love,
 And in my soul am free,
 Angels alone that soar above, 
 Enjoy such Liberty.

 I 
caved 
b
 side 
 the shallow 
 walls   
        plunked down 
      n 
 dark 
 ness
       looked at 
 light 
     shining 
 some
        where
     HOPE
        praps 
    or a crack 
   n 
 the 
wall
     window 
    door 
     forever 
    mistaking 
 my 
    doubts 
       for 
        realism 
            shine 
         a light 
 spelunker
    

Sunday, January 06, 2019



you 
shone 
             like the sun 
   in your mirrored 
                           sunglasses  
tripping 
acid 
         in the park 
            playing 
   frisbee 
       whoo
                       frisbee!
         


every 
 where
 are fuck 
faces 
    fucky 
     fucky 
fuck                        
faces            
doing 
 their 
     fucky 
       fucky 
      face 
            fucking 
 fucking 
 me 
  fucking 
you 
fucking 
        everyone  
                         fuckfaces!

 
               

Thursday, January 03, 2019


stately 
   plump
     oh shit 
 who spilled 
                    beer all over 
 the floor 


  S
seems 
       like  
           a 
 pos
                              but 
 somethings 
 wrong 
 w 
 the meter 
    these days 
 rats 
                                  and   
                               lisinopril 
                  still we send 
 our
   telegrams 
        to 
                         Indiana Jones 
            and watch the skies 
          for shelter
              

Monday, December 31, 2018




tantamount 
 to 
                         "I'm tired!"

but the bottle 
                                     was just sitting on the bar 
                                                  (in a brown paper bag)
   she said 
 get a cup
                                                I gave her a caramel
SHE LEFT THE BOTTLE 
          SITTING RIGHT ON THE BAR
   then she went to find Josh 
                              who was seriously screwy eyed 
       probably 
trippin 
   balls 
                                                 he was at Double Dutch
                 then we went to the five 
and it was boring

Sunday, December 30, 2018

three eyes 
 don't see 
 where the wicked 
 work their 
     sorry 
 excuse                     
 g 
 is 
    done 
     everywhere is something 
        the threads in the 
                  stolen blankets 
     who steals blankets 
                             the star -like train ride 
         berthed in snow banks 
                     another day 
                                say hi!

Saturday, December 29, 2018



 a draft
 of drowsy
 beer
 senses
  sitting
 by the pool
    settlers in covered wagons
roll by
  worried about indian attacks

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

keep the reasons 
on your 
right 
   but 
 before you 
 get out of 
    line 
     watch 
 your feet 
       the mexico city 
    sidewalks 
                           are a bit dangerous 
    i had a friend who lost an eye 
 poked from 
                a piece of rebar 
                                sticking out of a building 
    now she's called 
                            Villainess Patty
                               but she loves her dogs
   one of the dogs also 
     has only one eye 
          his name is 
          Leroi
    "the king"
             not sure how he lost his 
        maybe also dangerous 
                sidewalks 
     or homeless curs 
                lots of them around here 
                                                                most are too skinny to be dangerous though
  the fleas though 
       they'll kill you in a heartbeat
                the other dogs 
is Rembrandt
      not sure why 
    maybe the brown fur
     he's a big lovable thing 
       always drooling on 
   everything 
        he loves churros 
     but the villainess 
                        won't give them to him very often 
"they're not good for him"
          smart villains take care 
                of their dogs
 

Sunday, December 16, 2018



whoa simple
 what's that
 musky odor
     is it raining out?
      the dirt gets lifted
         the redwoods smell so good
              it's like they're talking
                "hey come on over
                     and hang out"

still
life 
 movie life 
                                 broken Ansel Adams life
        stood 
 before 
     the easel
              and pleaded
                                              for a moment of light   
   zone III
 maybe 
    I dunno
       Dektol
       reciprocity
     add 
       more time 
                           or more light   
       expose for the shadows
                                          develop for the highlights
    


 pink
roses
  in December
   I don't think they know
what's going
on

Saturday, December 15, 2018


step
  step
 step
   stepping
on your
face
   oh
 no
    just looking for
      my soul
magical hands
    put them on my shoulders
       please
  oh
 yes
   trained cellist hands
are strong
    but we're just drinking
here