Sunday, October 01, 2017

the 
egalitarian
diffusion 
techniques:
  stir gently 
then 
whip!
add
   three 
spoonfuls 
of 
     cynicism-
 mix liberally/conservatively
  with 
    an ounce 
                          of apathy and a dash of narcolepsy-
               strain to bursting 
thru 
  cheesecloth
     pour out
                                        the majority of everyone's benefits
 and serve
as angry
voices
                      on social media


some
    kind
    of
  virus
   respiratory
       coughing
      head congested
     thing
going
around
 
 but that
didn't
stop
  me from
going out last night
because
I'm
an
idiot
 haha!


Wednesday, September 27, 2017










ragweed
   pollen count
  on
 a 84
degree
  day
in
     San Francisco-
summer
  comes in
fall-
  remember that!

some robot
   mind
left
     the perimeter
meted out
gains
    and steadied
the accents
  an apoplectic
      psychosis
          stole
into
several
layered
   ruminants
and
and
and
  the venal
props
were
    sent
   to be
marshalled
   in Fremont


alligator 
  wine 
    mix it 
  up 
but look out for 
mice!
                



Monday, September 25, 2017

the 
craft world 
the lovely 
crafted world 
 a beacon to 
the light 
of nights
stowed like 
 a raccoon 
on a hi speed train 
jack kerouac'd 
to death
  some sonic 
misapprehensions
 like a rat faced 
insinuation
to a starving ghetto
blaster 
eating 
pupusas 
by candle light 
in a bombed out building 
 in Gaza
with the tv on 
 and no electricity 
how do they do it 
don't ask
still the mice 
are in the 
cabinet 
and we shine the 
polish
 on the police cars
 talking 
about 
this or that 
it's another day
in Brisbane, CA
and we have to go 
pick up the 
marijuana
drowning in a sea
       of stupidity
               say,
wtf
     oh it's not
    tear open the package
     who ordered this
         you did!
   no
I didn't
    did you have the
foresight to see
      yes
yes I did!
oops
more lies


   

dried out 
sequins broken 
               on the floor 
                       six vodka tonics
       the sunlight 
                asks for 
           nothing 
            
                    

Saturday, September 23, 2017



he said no
ear buds
   c'mon down and check it out
he said it's not like it used to be
   I used to go there and
  have breakfast sitting looking at the bay
  they had this big long bar inside
  it was a giant empty space
    i think it was a dance club at night
    but I only ever went for breakfast




                       the world's
worst
     thanks
i made it myself
       touched by a janitor
            the
     lost writings
of a
    beat sorcerer
          living in the
       real world
  unfazed
  by
esoteric
   messages
     (gadfly)
              he had the
hoarder
 gene
   collected
       takeout
containers
   NO WASTE
      but that's neither here nor there
             somewhere a Winchester house
is being built
in the back of your mind
   

Thursday, September 21, 2017



  klunked 
the 
                              head bone 
  on 
one dismal 
    day
         itchy 
 scratching 
            worried 
                  - not fun 
 somehow
    seldom
     reading
the
news
  blues
            still
wtf
     

Wednesday, September 20, 2017



the quiescent 
mind trick 
                               sad eyed lady of the
     stormy meanderings 
 in remote control 
landscapes 
 barrel riders 
and hoop dancers 
       we pledged the worthy
 sacrosanct 
                            duck and cover 
                                         kiss your ass goodbye
  nuclear pledge 
                                    unchastened by kool aid 
                                         and cherry pop tarts 
 stinky 
     bottles of booze 
               tiparillos 
                          and lids 
                       of weed
    qualuudes and snorting 
speed 
      fucking around in playgrounds 
      sex in giant cement 
pipes
  we did that 
                 and watched the cops drive up
                        fuck it and ran
                stupid fat cops 
         cut your hand on the fence 
laughing
           and scared



     
            
       
    

Monday, September 18, 2017












there was no
 casual explanation
      you could blame society
you'll be ok
maybe not
  still
it's like the Batman
  theme
 POW!
    BLAM-O!
       CRASH!
 it's too hot in here
       J frank Parnell
never said
  what
fuck that
   
   
I threw
the 
I ching 
and got 
                Dog Day Afternoon
                         "Sonny. I can't do it!"
"Okay, let him out. Let him out!"
    still there 
were other possible 
 meanings maybe 
The Plugz
                              or a quesadilla with mayo
something's not adding up
      a photo from the 295
       backside 
                                                 where the rubber meets the road 
said the man from Goodyear
 or was it Firestone 
throw the sticks again 
muchacho


 
 

Thursday, September 14, 2017

the 
faceplant 
caracole -
      the 
                    cuauhxicalli 
on his tummy
   Chacmool
   moments 
      in the moment
                seething 
                                    there's a fly in here
           hamaka 
   sleeping 
             so long Garci Crespo
con gaz
     don't drink 
   the coca-cola
signs
       everywhere
at the 
Boca de Tomatlan 
                                    the road goes inland
              dogs wandering aimlessly 
    ridiculously underfed
                           ribs jutting out 
     silver rings on trays
       

   
 
             

Wednesday, September 13, 2017



static
on the bedstand
   bleeding cups
      and torn
books
    fog and sun and rain and lightning
  searching through the notes
"a reciprocated dormant equilibrium
is calibrated in non-effusive stasis"
huh
  the blinds are
halfway up or halfway
down
   still
  I'm wearing socks and sleeping during
the day
yawn
  banging at the headboard
     sending postcards
to Maine
    writing but not reading
time to change
  it up



Tuesday, September 12, 2017



shopping
in the
   quagmire
  being led
down passageways
 to raiders shirts
    for twenty six bucks
  sized up
and
down
   old pumas
   so dirty
in need of retirement
   salespeople
hiding
 in the wings
     a gate opens
      they fly away
    we escalate
  to sales
floors
   trying on
 the old face
    for a new
smile
 but the security
device
on
your face
   goes off
   purple ink
    everywhere
 you run
 and get tackled
   by an elderly woman
   in the accessories dept
she buys you tea
  and you talk about her
niece
who's at
Bennington
studying communications

 

Monday, September 11, 2017



stuck in
mobile
    sinking
like an
 aqueduct
    the river runs
off
yer back
quack!