Wednesday, August 24, 2011

what are you waiting for?

as I waited
a cup of coffee
sat on the sidewalk and watched
pelicans without merit
couldn't walk for the
goose shit
and dragging the lake
for beers and pot
the Scottish Rites temple
was edifice like in our vision
although when we went in he had his
feet on the desk
and was smoking a cigarette

Friday, August 19, 2011

Tom Wilson/ Brooklyn Bridge




film got a little fogged

Weekend Getaway

By the slapdash
morning van load
"git er done"
awoken by late night text from Lenny on vacation
asking what I need

Fire permit. where do we get the fire permit?
don't want to burn down the Mokelumne wilderness without a permit
do we have everything?
it's gonna be pretty cozy back here.
backgammon
tripod
chair
soccer ball
guitar
sunblock
bananas
meds
sunglasses
book
cooler
check
over and out.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011




Onstern dsotern und der einster blaaten
zigluhgrot!

Sunny Vacation in Juarez

strobe portal
enfolded and boring
morning sores and
ancient yellow toothed crone
crying for lost loves NOW dead and dying
entombed from ruins
like Mayan bog dance
burying the fragments of
Ixcthothatlotl, uncovering
the roots with coca leaf diversion
unsettled remorselessness
digging the dirt of
rooted underground underworld
with faces and hands pushing up
through
the hot sweaty destitute reality
scratching for a gallon of gasoline
mexicans bloody mexicans
more and more
wearing cowboy hats and driving late
model SUV's Ixcthothatlotl will
be embroigled, attenuated, enflamed
by lack
of prescient heedance
divine remorse and a headless body.

Beer O Wulf and a Soggy Map of Pennsylvania

Beer O wulf heads to the corner store.

On the lone plain a destitute figure carrying
a map of Pennsylvania and a sword from the Knights of Templar meeting house,
lurches violently and then rights himself.
"I am the Ur-risen, the saved, the holy of god/Death and I shall be I unto thou, brethren of humble prostitution!"
He flayed at a juniper bush which artfully dodged his swordplay.
The map drops from his clutch and lands in a puddle.
"Damn"

Who said love has to die?

the waves
are coming through
gases are emanating through skin
release of toxins
through meditation
the artificial light is sending waves
waves of pain
into my brain/eye
sound is fracturing
on skillet egg breakfast
I'm waiting for a cup of coffee

PBR in other

Beer O wulf rises
oak staff in hand,
PBR in other
"to war to vanquish TO LIQUIDATE!"
great hoary headed
fur entrapment
grizzled to the bone
and wearing new brooks brothers suit
"HELLA HECKA HELLOS!"
Hailing a cab he mis-manuevers. The oak staff falls to
the gutter with a clatter.
"DAMN!" reeled in and door slammed.

The Difference

the difference is whether you ironed
the shirt
the difference is not a pill
you've got to be a certain way
to be happy
you've got to
commuting sucks
plain and simple
where is the air
why do I have to look at these people?
who are these people?
I can't talk to them
most of them I don't want to look at
or talk to them
i mean I could, thats not a problem
some of them are just plain weird or
worse

If I Could Forget The Past

chocolate frosting on your fingers
not so bad
everything else pretty much sucks

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

all the worlds a mess

Joe: Leave it be.
Nasr: Aw shut up.
Joe: Leave it be, I 'm telling ya.
Nasr: Shut up I'm telling ya.
Joe: lets go down to the concrete and look for cans.
Nasr: Cans cans cans I'm sick of looking for cans.
Joe: Are you sick of eating?
Nasr: Yes.
Joe: Fine then I'll eat the last of the chips.
Nasr: Give me those!
Joe; Haha always the same complaining complaining and then hungry.
Nasr: aw screw you
Joe: Haha
Joe: tell me about the puppies, willie.
Nasr: aw shut up.
Joe: Do you remember that cable show "I Was Born Down Under"
Nasr: No. That's a weird name.
Joe: It means Australia.
Nasr: I know.
Nasr: Down under, like down under your dress.
Joe: No, there was a guy who only had one arm, in the show. And, he was kind of a real asshole. You'd think if they had a guy with one arm they'd want to make him a nice guy.
Nasr: Why? that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
Joe: You know, like, sympathy for the handicapped. Don't you think they'd want him to be a nice guy. but no, they make him kind of a real prick.
Nasr: Good.
Joe: Good? whattaya mean good?
Nasr: I mean good. I'm glad he was a prick. Fuck being good.
Joe: You must be hungry.
Nasr: OHHHHHH
Joe: Hey, do you think we ahould get back?
Nasr: I thought we were going to the concrete.
Joe: I think we should go back.
Nasr(picking up a 45 record): What the fuck?
Joe: Who is it?
Nasr: IT'S A RECORD!"
Joe: What band IS IT?
Nasr: I don't know. The paper's gone.
Joe: On both sides?
Nasr (Singing): I've looked at records from both sides now...
Joe: Haha Judy Collins.
Nasr: Judy Collins? Like Joan Collins? Dynasty?
Joe: Judy Collins. THE SINGER!
Nasr: I've looked at clouds from both sides now.
Joe: ah shut up. I'm hungry. Let's go back.
Nasr: Okay (tosses record)





I'm playing pinball at the edge of the Universe

ker slot- um
ker slot -um
chink
chink
chink
Ker slot- um

woke up at 3 am and had a cookie. Tollhouse.

diving down deep into the bluey black

Oceans and sky
sucking up disease

The future is grim
too many
wanting
too many
burning
into the bluey black


pa chink
pa chink
pa chink

all the way now

let go!

into the bluey black.



Mr Millbrae's Miniature Mauser

"Hey, that's a hammer."

Mr. Millbrae fashioned, with his penknife(from a chunk
of pine).
a miniature Mauser.
"Damn Nadzees"

Monday, August 15, 2011

way over yonder where the bluebells sing

Cabling High
Mannfred Mann blossoms
burrowing bloomed
and bastion
solidarity in numbers
solidarity in numbers
whay
whay whay
why am I here?

whay
whay
whay
way over yonder where the bluebells sing
why
why
rose will bloom in nuclear patch
of skeletal letters
a rose will bloom in
march death march
of
chain reaction
the community-ists will
want for peace

trying
trying to scrape the
sunlight from your
tomb
moving down
moving down now
kentucky rifle wood
gunflint blue
on your fingertips
moving down
now the gears
are turning
I'm turning
the blue flint gun metal
aging

whay down yonder in the
Injun Nation
way Dow in the algonquin
hotel hammmer

way down

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I could have been a contender

asiatic fever
bending the
ritual no
i'm at a loss here
echo-y laughter in between the buildings
car was spray painted
but that's no more
nothing
i'm speaking to ritual
and sex
hazing
the cubicle mate
for bagels and shmear
and coffee
and the one with
blond dreads
piled high
won't be "back to the kitchen"
two numbers in the same seat
the flapjack
restack
am i making any sense here?
fol de rol
fo de rol

but am i speaking to ritual?
go shave she said
and stop worrying

Vermeer maybe
in Kundlistsomething museum
way the fuck off in
vienna
reading mass market paperbacks
in a youth hostel

will they be gone?
like ripped from the cover
and sent back to a publisher
dime store dickwads
i'm trolling here
moving forward into
literary forgetfullness
Boschian bagelry
garden of earthly cubicles
restack flapjacks
"man, you are going too far" laughing
when I asked for REAL MAPLE SYRUP
but the ritual is now not speaking,
spoken for
summoned
just the same big dumb building staring back at me
it's not like I asked for it
and it's not unusual
calling New Hampshire
about light bulbs
ritual
RESPONSE
but now I'm going to light a cigarette
and think
that's ritual
dot dot dot
echo-y laughter again
that's cyclical thinking
like in the back of the car
waiting for the police that don't exist
in Livermore
I wonder if he had been to the fire station
are you following this
ritual speak?
speaking to?
well no not that
just don't know here
something again
and on
for the time being
and the sway of that big dumb building staring back
staring back

Part II
oh give me a home
where Mark Rufallo prones
where the steer and the cantaloupe pray

Part III
fellow with a big nose
to trip you up




it's an affront
to my (very soul)
ee cummings like poem
I am the BEER o wulf
great hoary hair headed
pylon of pilsner

dire endings

oh dire
you are so tired
SUHleep
POHlease
before I do something
DERastic
perusal of persuasiveness
intoned in your tomblike response
attenuated to a retort
and holding a cigarette
that you just snuffed out

In a World of Stoned

smooth move smooth move
drinking drinking drinking
smooth move smooth move
drinking drinking drinking

foraging agin
in a stoned underworld
in a world of stoned