Sunday, January 29, 2012

tathagata
moon shine
shine
like a crisp ten dollar
BILL
BILL
me later
on the prairie
right now I'm dancing

IT's the Lindy
no the country swing

ryhmin to die
aint no never mind
smells like brownies
dammit
I'm hungry
blowed that boys head off
for stealing a pie

tathagata ain't home right now
he's um on third
level
ladies lingerie

I always wanted to yell that in the crowded elevator
Tathagata aint home right now
you best cleeeeaaaar outttttttttttttttttt

saying like the night
was your friend
and you had a brassiere on your head

with a morning hiccup
and starched knee joints
barreling through the
down lownsome and thinking
stuff
heliotropic
sensemilla
spinning
in some
boarded up
calliope
with a
moon beam eye
and a hiccup thigh
and twenty pounds of medicine

catching bye and bye
aint so hard
on the old S&P
ye skeedaddle this way and the ye
skeedaddle that way
for ya know it
the yard bull's on ya
but twenty pounds of medicine
goes a long way
up against your head
at night
if it's quiet I can hear what sounds like a
train running down the tracks
CLICK CLICK CLICK
Billy "Green" Bush
cracker sumbitch
nah
elton
and Stony
Fannie Flagg
for reals
You should get yourself one them little things

I was accused of robbing a store down
in the Indian Nation and I jumped bail and now a year later here they come after
me. ain't that something?
He said
I need a good long one
about nothing
and nothing is
something I'm good at
so I took the job
sent me over to Bakko County
to run the
wire
but I got into a fight
with a black operator and got fired
no matter that kinda work was
not my fortay
as the say
it wasn't that he was black
don't get me wrong
its just that he wasn't doin it right and he was
obnoxious and I aint gonna suffer
fools who do it wrong
later I heard he got fired and ended up in jail
for killing a dog
true story
anyways Bakko county is not where you want to
be without a job so I drove up north to
visit my cousin
but he was in jail too
for getting caught with a grow room
in the basement
some kids spied it thru the basement
window and told their parents
who immediately called the owner of the house
who called the cops
and now not only was he in jail but his wife
said they were getting evicted
damn! dark clouds, right?
I couldn't hardly leave my cousins wife in
such dire straits
and she did invite me to stay
I had no intention but sometimes
things just happen
so now my cousins in jail, he's getting evicted
and his wife run off with his cousin
sometimes life just kicks you when you're down
kalooey
kalakkkaadee
kalooey
kalakkkaadee

cha cha cha
CHOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEY
BUHLLLLLLLLLLLOWJOB

the thing about movies from the sixties is there's
so many great cars
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there's a drought
thats tearing up
the south
animals are dying
plants are dead
soon it'll
be a goddam dustbowl
and the topsoil'll
all blow away
we finally stopped at the
Burger King
in ________
and after I ordered
the girl behind the counter
laughed and said
Oh yeah I forgot
we don't have any burgers
and laughed again
and I said in the land where
burgers are King
you have no burgers?
and she said um yeah I'm sorry
do you want something
else?
I said okay bye
sunday driver
cutting
the drive in at in
-n out
drive thru
have em
gorilla style
or whatever
I still don't like
their
fries
down by the
freed
from the ice cream machine
dream
self aware
synoptic
symbiosis
or was it
self centered?
sumpin
signalling narcocisstic
mandrogyny
or carrying a large
sack
and believing in the
power of theater
or theatre
confused, one
on the
streets
but we need to get back
cause time is ticking
kinda tweaky
though
temperature is
highly unusual
for January
in t shirts
and that girl just smiled at me
that makes me suspicious
dammit
I wish I could sleep
and I wish I didn't sleep
so much

The Myth of Sy Philos a play in an unknown number of acts

Act 1 An urban city street at night

Sy: (wearily) The load, the heavy, heavy load.
Dark one: Are you complaining again? You bought the thing, now carry it.
Sy: Buy the ticket, take the ride!
Jericho junior: Here, gimme that, I'll carry it!
Sy(turning away) NO , It's mine!
JJ: Jeez whatever
DO: Have you figured out what it's made of? Is it sisel? I think it's stuffed with sisel.
JJ: you just like saying sisel.
Sy: where are we going?
JJ: Um Doc's Clock?
DO: The Lone Palm?
SY: The Latin?
Stranger number one: Hey what is that thing?
DO: we think its a bumper.
S1: a bumper?
DO: yeah a bumper; you put it on the side of the boat so it doesnt scrape against the dock.
S1: Oh
Sy(wearily) it's a heavy, heavy load! we gotta get up that mountain!
JJ: shut up.
S1: Where did you get it?
JJ: He bought it at a store. see?(showing him price tag), $260
S1: wow
DO: he haggled.
Sy: I didn't haggle!
JJ: yes you did! You gave him a lower price.
DO: and he took it , immediately
Sy: He said it was less than he paid for it. If we haggled he would have come back with another price.
S1: well it's a cool thing. later!
all 3: Bye

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

there was a
storm of fake
apple tears
glistening

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

uncava-fied
in a lonely spanish
village
so so so
triste- eh
we were once
a simple poor
village
now we're fucking broke
but we have a car and
high speed internet

Monday, January 23, 2012

It's too much
really
well
it's just a testing ground
I cant really expect much
but
ONE DAY
yes

2. I'm feeling worn out- somethings got to give

3. I have a number of projects I'm working on

4. He ordered three number threes in his fractured Korean

5. two inflatable kayaks

6.Are they sleeping together?

7. [ ]

8. looking up the old address

9. x 5 =45

10. let's do it again!
stupidity
what is that
when you
don't think
or when you think too much
maybe
lights go down on the theatre
a large woman appears and then disappears
a chevy cavalier pulls on to the stage
"Did somebody order a left handed pizza?"
the near sighted youth at the wheel asked the audience.
"Hey get out of here!" the backstage manager was
screaming. but too late the \\show had begun

Now I lay me down to sleep
how 's that go?

something something something something

there's a hole in my bucket dear Liza dear Liza

and the show had ended

"I really like that part with the pizza delivery guy." A man was saying to his wife.
"Are you hungry?"

They slipped into the all night diner.

the jukebox was playing Elvis Presley's It's Now Or Never.
"the famous date rape song." The man's wife remarked.

a boy was sitting at a nearby booth reading Death in Venice by Thomas Mann

'I'd like to go to Venice' the man thought to himself. Maybe a little "business trip" without the family, heh heh. Those Italian goddesses are really something.

the waitress was in the kitchen crying.
as the mirror broke
into a thousand tiny deloreans
the sound of
a river in the cascades
played
through a speaker in the wall
J. Post Grimsley was eating dinner at the Yin Yang when the bear arrived and sat
at a nearby table.
'Now that's unusual.' Grimley thought to himself
He'd seen something similar in East Borneo. A giant sloth had taken to wearing english clothes and had been offering his services in the law. Most of his cases were summarily dismissed.
Quan took the bears order without hardly looking at him.
"Hundred year chicken, shrimp chow mein, two orders potstickers, Mongolian beef, sweet and sour pork and two large Tsingtaos. Is that everything?"
the bear pointed at the menu again.
"oh yes and the roast duck. velly good!"
the bear poured himself a glass of tea and tried to fish out some of the tea leaves.
"You should let the tea settle and you won't get those bits in your glass." Grimsley opined to the bear.
"And you should go fuck yourself." the bear replied.
Klegmore Station
the train
pulls in
and a large black bear gets off
smoking a cigar and carrying
a tattered suitcase
"Where can i get some chinese food?" he asks the porter
who points toward the town as he flees into the station house

The bear takes a bicycle off the rack and pedals down the road avoiding the puddles.
who's that?
oh there's no one there
just me
ah yes come give me a hand
you have a hand
no i'm sleepy
well fuck it then
okay
[ ]

yep i mean yup
yip
dont laugh

oh boy somebody's crying
dont eat sugar

okay
i wont
i dont car efor any of that
snot important
cant be bothered
really
its just well
so involved, right?
all that green grass
and mailboxes
ivy covered students
pushing daisies
in baseball dreams
i'm feeling downright exhausted
again
really cant take the forest for the
trees
or the lake for the knees
you'd think I'd be able to
get out of this
seems kind of conditional
oh well am i just talking to myself
again
oh what gave you that idea?

BIG IDEA

buy a 63 ford fairlane
put Blaupunkt speakers in a wood board
cover with batik and lay against back seat window ledge
attach wires to kenmore cassette player
bolt to car floor under drivers side of the front seat
drive car to Oregon
try to drive on to beach
get stuck in sand
play Blood on the Tracks
while smoking pot
in the rain
im fleeing
flipped
idropped out
and got STONED

fi;'ngHigh
as a bird kite
brain looked at everything with new
fucked up eyes
and saw without
the way grown men play baseball
some how all the fun had been
stripped
or it just seemed silly
for some reason
STONE-ED

or just addy
writing
typing machine
breaking the back
biting the fjord
somehow in the lost mist
monkeys on women
I think I saw that one

I dont have any energy
it sucks

where s that coffee?

fuckna
yeah I know
yer stupid
and
I'm not mean
but I can't seem to
roust my self
its simple really
2+2 =3
when two are one
or at least one two are one , right?
or not , really?
AMERICAN BLONDE IDEAL
thats a nice macbook pro you have
{hand on gun}
I'll shoot you dead if you look at me
get away from my door
I have a black spot on my hand
I think I fell down on new years eve
actually more like new years day wee hours
but i dont remember
I dont really have much except too much
and mike wants another cigarette
FOOTBALL PLAYERS ARENT ALL STUPID
are they?
why are you such a hater?
well ive [given that up]
have a cup of tea
the suns come out
it can't be all bad

can it?

break the hobbit

keep on keeping on
it aint no thing
like a black devil fortresss
remnants of ancient times
the druid
is on the 3rd level
a stony fortress
and sleek dark arrowheads
primed for blood
black blood
running in the sunlight
dripping ORC
with names like
Francis
or Frances?
I dunno its stupid
how are you doing
{i have seen living people}
whispered
ah the mines of moria
i think they were Polynesian
at least they finally found a use for a big pollock
twisted his ankle though
and then he had to apologize

I don't know what
the fuck
the damn door bell is ringing again
who does that?

ah well the sun is out that's nice
it ain't no Mordor

Have you seen the Artist?

no I haven't but I know you hate it already

what the fuck again I'm not particularly happy
about this
but I do like the sound of the machine

sounds like a saw

yeah definitely cutting

must be the Shire
something is floating
like a giant arrow
near the Roxie Theater
or is it theatre

TheAAATer
he AAATe her

fuck that shit
its tweaky and no
good

you'll end up like Josh
I can't sleep any more
I can't believe I watched so much football
and could give a shit
haha
stupid 49ers
great american
great dream


cackle ]
[cough

ashes on the lapel

coffee in a saucer

great NEW YORK

she's blonde but
I'm stoned
haha
Let's go to the park
[spigt
spragt]

as the sledding
by the statue

washington Sq park
where all the freaks
are roaming
about
drug addicts
and musicians
and old russian men
with
newspaper in their coats

I'm slide again
i'm backsliding
I ain't no steve mcqueen
why did I eat clam chowder?

NEW YORK
where are you ?

i think somewhere near Nantes?
oh please

well he got the certificate a day before he left
and what not and wherefore
I could not
pass
the time
of timbukto
and Bamako
and Brookly
and draft dodgers
de-flacco-fied
in a kilowatt of drinking energy
wherfore and what not whyfore
whatsit
i'm perversely
intrigued
as the sun comes out
my laundry is piling up
but no one wants to hear about it
a blue rolled up mat looms
overhead
drawings and 2x2's
an old suitcase with the initials E.M.M.
auntie emm
and you were and you were there and so were you
old paintings of lives I used to have
and futures that might have been
but now just
wherefores and whyfores and whatsits
and orthodox chews
saltwater taffy in the wound
you wrote on a box the word zippers
I guess that's where you kept your zippers
seems logical enough

what the dickens

and yet
the epistolary prognosis
of a certain non
avoidable dissension
I'd scanned the pages
for hand written notes
found what looked like
an ice cream smudge
on page 231
the back cover was
torn
I noted all this in my report
the committee meeting
was delayed due
to an erroneous claim
by certain members
that the prefect had
been detained
I left the hall and wandered
that night for hours
until my breath wa svisible and my feet
ached
stopping at a late night cafe
I ordered an americano
and was greeted with a profound
boredom from
the wall

my thoughts went back to the notes
I had collected
would it be sufficient

I went to the prison but they said he had been transferred
to a the hulking convict ship in the port

sadly, I drank my americano and ate a bag of chips

Thursday, January 19, 2012

believing
now
that what would
be
was
and that there would
be what was
we waited
and watched
televison it's true
and what was on was what we
watched
well?
why not?
ah forsook
foresaken
foreskin
F#
feeling
foreign
and fur
befriended
no f
no f
no no f
fuck fuck fuck fuck
forgotten
fergettin
fer gettin
ah fudgicles
ffrench fried
french maid
french Toast
foist the frost
in furry
frumpiness

forsook nanook
and the great white North

fled
flee-ed
for sooked
flee gotten
flayed alive in flurious
flunder
flapstick
flomity

and then
the
March Hare
doth travel
in the night
thru the
winter
of
cold
and by the stream

Friday, January 13, 2012

could there be a slice of something
a shadow
of the "divine"
in the concrete air
of hacking?
with 4 square
six square
5 square
afternoons
and she has the nicest shoes
bright calliope
oh poesy
of plague
bright bright poesy
of whisky and rye
and april showers
bring may towers
as the hedge row
doth sway in lucid
time
and the excessive partition is a broke wooden
wall between the here and the now
a black hole of forgetfullness
as chocolate will become
in vested green and purple
have you nothing better to do?
freak it
freak it
freaking
frak
my bonny sweet blood drenched
machine gun
nightgown

as they walked by the library
she had the medallions of duck
and he the indigestion
hahh no left turn
I dont understand
bough now
down now

change your socks
put on new shoes

comb your face
great bigfooted
apparition
tennessee has floridian aspirations
gatorized by the bye and bye
oh old Umass
Boris Becker
was Bjorn again

locked down energy
in bed and in the night's
eye

foghorns sleep walking
in torn sheets

bouts of archery on green fields
of tender dystopic myopia

claiming the win as the cars
still race

unshaved and drinking coffee
waiting for a mountain range
and a specific yeti like emotion

go despondent one leave this house
find your way alone

be at one with the almighty be still
line the pockets
with foreign finances

glancing toward the newspaper
as the plane prepares to take off
its last pale under things


sweet breath of cologne
the mirror was a window she sat quite alone
"Rosemary"
kevorkian death
match
the sleep walking
somnambulists
swaying
station of the
cross dressing
saint
in salad days
honorable mention
a writ
proclaimeth
pefidity
but the crowds amassed at
focal vectors and the imprisoned
thief
is weary of days
such as these - days of remembrance
days of sushi lunches
days of typewriter memos
days of martini lunches
days of I am not a crook
and yet more days of dogs
and al pacino and
flights to Montana
what day is it?
the day of reckoning
the day of the dead
the daylight savings & loan
the daybreak car alarm
and on and on and end I'm
not talking at you
are you thinking, Boog Powell?

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

wave
on the off chance
of a breaking relativeness
circumlocuted indifference
manifest in prosaic malfunctions of
an untoward
nature
deposited by cycladian
antitheses in Pyrrhic revolutionary
self absorption
mowing the mind
with a winnebago - custom outfitted for torrential
miasma ( ) the cliff dwellers
proceeded to a rendezvous point far
from the in-n-out Burger
and a bag of shrubbery
was procured
NEE NEE

neenenenenneneneneneeenneneeeeneee

Monday, January 02, 2012

The captain looked through his
looking glass. Far to the stern he saw what the lookout was shouting about. A man on a raft. Frantically waving a piece of white cloth. They were hundreds of miles from any body of land.
"Hard astern, Mr. MacGregor!"
He bellowed the command.
The great ship moaned as the sails were set and reset. The fellow was still waving frantically unsure if the ship had spotted him or if they would rescue him. Then you could see it in his body , the realization the the ship was headed toward him- a kind of physical sigh went through his figure.
Once aboard he said his name was Davis Farnsworth. He had been aboard the the whaling ship Marie Souter out of Boston. She had gone down three weeks in a torrential typhoon. Farnsworth had been a midshipsman on his virgin cruise. He said several of his companions had survived but one by one they fell mad in the water and abandoned the raft for some delusional vision. Twice, he said, he had saved Tommy but the third time he lost him. This caused him a great weary sob.
"Okay, now that's enough- Dr Johnson, take Mr. Farnsworth below and see to him. Once he has rested and recovered we can hear more."
The Marie Souter was known to the captain. The ship was a notorious scow, ever in need of servicing and in constant disrepair due to the greed of it's company's owners, The Lance Group. She took only the worst, sailors who could not get work on other ships because of their previous failures. That Mr Farnsowrth said it was his virgin cruise, was to his advantage.
if I had it all to do over
I wouldn't

haha
jk
in the parlance of our times
I don't want my free
days to end
back to my cube
for hours and hours
all the daylight
sucked out of me
leaving a pit
of blackness
a pit of darkness
a pit of
well you get it.
drank coffee
ate a whole wheat combo bagel
with cc tom on to go
green machine type drink

cooked some chicken
with mushrooms
worcestershire sauce
fish sauce and Tapatio
brown rice

smoked a couple cigarettes
two glasses white wine

Overheard on xmas eve

(walking to the Mission)
Girl 1: Oh, he's cute but he's married.
Girl 2: Married, schmarried.

(in the Mission)
Older white gay man to mexican fellow:
You're crazy! What kind of church service is at 3 am?!
oh noo wayyy
yer gonna ....
now that....

wow thats gross!
ughhhhh

(it's hard to hear)

laughter

talking too quietly now.

I should do something.
outside women are talking
and I'm not in New York
we are standing
in the middle
and eating pizza
and watching tv
and you are
alone
and you think that
there
is
something
waiting
for you
out there

but I'm humming
a little
tune
a little tune

hum hum hum

pass the parmesan
ah my friend
did you get hit in the stomach
by an unknown passerby?

did you wear a three cornered
hat and hold a musket
for what?

did you?

or did I?
fuck it

I forget
I've got ribbons
ribbons
and
fractured
figments
of farnoonian
forgetfulness
splog
splog

yes thats it

oh happy happy day

keep the eyes
on the sky

an airplane
an aerodrome
a Pachydrome

it's flying time again
toward the back of the sea
he placed an empty
boldfaced lie
righting the ships
and calling for
a glass of vodka

on the wall was a poster
from a sale of
indistinguished variables
a meagre trove
of unknowns

call me call me she said
and he said I will!

back in the night by the wet
cobblestones
a man was sweeping the sidewalk
coughing and humming sadly

The car door closed with
a smack
I really shouldn't be driving
he said as he gunned it up the hill
across the city the sun was rising

baroom baroom
oh non self effacing
military ceremony
for the past
and the memory
of the past

revel now!
she sighed
I'm busted... I've got ashes in
my ears
my feet
... my feet
are tired
and my finger is bleeding
somehow
I don't know

let's ride to the beach and sing
songs of Jack Guthrie
and Oklahoma
and wear old pants
and behave generally much kinder
to people