Sunday, April 27, 2014

Strange. Remora. She was so remora/The remora fell and was damaged/
There will be no feasts until Remora/
Tomorrow? No, remora.
tired/is a
hateful reminder
bug bites/
and cigarettes
overflow
seemingly books
upon which
I store
my harrassment
grand times
alluded/ hazey
the bar stool
decals
and sauerkraut

Saturday, April 26, 2014

i've forgotten 
more than I ever learned
Kurosawa scene
no. 73
hull no. senility
try to cape cod it
and shoot 
in the woods
somehow you 
captured it 
Forget Ilfochrome
those days are gone sadly
past the expiration
like yesterday
I would/be tried
 and tied
fit to lie
on my face
beware the hair
that eats at 
your brain
its not really there 
just like this train/sausage factory
pundits are spared
the travails of my broken suitcase
and my camera case
is heavy
you're ok, right
we're ok, right
i'm gonna go
get a sandwich
and an ice cold beverage
maybe Fresca

the bats/
like /
measured
deathscapades
spinning in ice
like a protein
removed and 
spun into spiders 
silk
I haven't cared/ for less
in so long /a time
that 
you/could 
care less
 
theirs/wrinkles now around
yore/eyes
are open 
and make me think 
of tears
I 've cared less
 
tweedle dee/and 
tweedle/dumb 
isn't it 
how we cry
 
 

cross 
the street
like a lady 
and get/run down
by a large hedgehog/try 
to 

forget 
on the fifth floor

go get 
some black bean chili
ten years 
since they 
brought it / to you
use no /know not /star trek/brace for the fall
imbued solitude/nude/like brancusi
except/it seems /accept/ redeems/renewed
ocean of ocean/bristol channel cutter/hull no.73/senility
tries/ and tries/ a seive/a sign/ simple times
tried a ways/baked goods/homemade oreos /leave a donation
across/ the sea/ the arctic north/remington sewing machine
who'll buy?/the labels/ the pens are mighty/ but the paper/ is wet
we'll run/ and ramble/forget college/you're better off/ slinging cheeseburgers
banfry
barked
and ballyhooed
yer the mark
the cream
of Times Square
egg cream
wet dream
in an airstream
grand canyon style
like 
shit on a stick
and call it a brick
build a highway
to Dubai
fly fly fly
airs be riled
im biting yer leg
your shoes are beautiful
and the carpet is sighing
im highing
and fiving
and sensemilla drying
park the car on a star
and go into a bar
send letter to
mo better
and fretter fretter fretter
buh bye


Friday, April 25, 2014

wait
its not my haircut
dont wait
its not worth it
hey
i'm talking to you
or not
fuck it whatever
try to be the
asshole that doesn't
something something something
i've got a new lease on life
but the monthly payments are killing me
haha funny
not what you think
i have a shirt
with a big hole in it

for my head


Poetry sucks
you can count
on that
go down
break the windows
lean over an old refrigerator
roll that shit
and then back slide
tumble and feel the concrete
scrape your palms
you're a fucking loser




Thursday, April 24, 2014

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Miles

tap tap tap
    scream
sativa
  insolence
bravely
tap tap
tapping
to hold them
   together
echoes of
Mexico's
smells
the cobblestones
are slippery
her hand is
not a scorpion
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black
as a
Mexican
  whore
 and dressed
in perfume
    oh dee
co loan
smoke is
in the skin
and pores
large as
a small
breadbox-
waiting for La Cena and
Jamaica
(Hah- Mike -ah)
   he says
so I like to
fuck with him
and play
 stupid; it makes
me feel
smarter
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hot
fucking
fahking
he would say
  sun
hello where are you ...
from...how long...
where are you...
never once
did they get ...
oh once but
I was playing
him like a
steelhead trout
before I reeled in my cobblestones
and walked back
up the hill

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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  cancer
  spreads
downward
through the ranks
opening coca cola
cans which no longer
have pull tabs, outlawed
long ago though occassionally
one sees one rusting in
a pathway or field and
thinks, like the discovery of
an arrowhead, aha, an
artifact!
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precious few
remedies work
any longer; chamomile,
Bushmills, Thelonious Monk 
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digging in the ground
foraging, I hear
German voices and am
surprised to see two
young women searching through
the underbrush
poking with sticks
and laughing
one stops and carefully
picks from the ground a
mushroom, from which
she shakes the dirt and
carefully places it in
her basket 

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"nothing can be
saved" brass tacks
and envelopes, mirrors
peeling, dust everywhere
you are tomorrow
today is death
on the road a man walks
in search of meaning
a car does not
see him
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Try as I might
I still have
to walk up Steiner
and see Alamo
Square past the bus
shelter and some new
advertisement that
always makes me look
even though
I don't want to
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There's no breadth to
these days they're
little walk up tenements
housing families cooking
oil rags and wearing
dried pears and peaches
looking in the mirror
and saying my don't we
look smart 
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I was
blankly staring out
the window
   and my electric
radio was playing
some lost tune to
the endowment of the arts, he
                                said
don't be pretentious you
could be a college professor
if you learned to sing
                                but
my omelette was nearly
burnt, orange juice had not
been delivered
              Saul keeps a thirteen
book set of the practices of sea
shell sexuality in his motor home
          he's learning
to survive on a budget 
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much scribbble
scribble out


Trying to be
something
besides that something
like walking (waking?) or not
I'm not sure 
coffee and
  Pinot Grigio I extoll
its virtues hermeneutically
expiring towards
a broken vista, transmorgrified
anthropormorphic rondalays
conjugate, ?
"it's a bitch" but what
are those guys doing in the
backyard- "it's a disease,
have some chocolate."
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Like a log in
the dam
suddenly the phone
won't stop ringing
outside men are
sawing and pushing
wheelbarrows and
I'm getting slightly annoyed
  I don't even know
who Mayakovsky is
  The faces change
but they stay
  the same

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Newt Gingrich
says I'm a man
and I know how to
survive
  hunting giraffes;
  women get infections
That's why they cant
be in combat- foxholes
the hotbeds of infectious
growth, that's why
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The cronies
of Washington D.C.
are still echoing
chamber music of
Operation Rescue
requiems; card carrying
members of the fetus protection
program- the FBI is
watching your womb - they
plead for death, it is preferable to torture but
we support  them- freedom
fighters applying electricity
to breasts
and labia
don't worry, don't
laugh
you won't disappear

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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I'll have another
cigarette for breakfast
and peruse the want ads
of movie stars & baseball
on the radio
   cigarette ashes on the carpet
and a torn chocolate wrapper
two round stones and a
pot pipe
   I stayed up till 3 o'clock
last night watching a movie

about young women imprisoned
and tortured by some fiendish
bald headed asian warlord
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Whoa
let us hold
sway with
a pontificate pony
up the backside with
him- is the pope
catholic-natch
it's a remote tendril-
time specs anonymous
colonies breeding-
Roman Catholic time
smashing my cable
TV- I am enterprising
decentraized- I have
no vision- this epoch
quartermaster- it's a
war of words with
guns & chemical infusions
it was a sand bug-
an arachnid that's given
you that disease- not
our own Saddam destroyers
milk of our mother- USA's -
breast
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Sally worked
all night long
in a dimestore
phone booth
she couldn't go
home
there was no home
to go to
her boyfriend's thrown in
jail and she's got two
black eyes- he had all
the money she said- that
bastard-
oh Sally you're ok
don't let it slip away
Tennessee was no
place to be abused
she stole some money
sold some drugs and
she got loose
Thought she'd try her
luck in the land of
plenty
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on the deserted
playground of my
desire
there's a plastic jungle
jim (gym)
I don't know his last
name or what he's doing
there- he says he's a swinger.
I have no time for fun
& games
There's a plastic jungle gym
in the parking lot - it's
painted yellow- it sits
in a large puddle - from
a recent rainstorm- someone
stole my bicycle- I
have no place to go today
the rain is coming again
dark clouds have slipped between
the sun &  me- I'll turn on
the heat and read a book
tomorrow is another
day

Monday, April 14, 2014

do not feign sorrow
thy weepeth and yet no dew
the morn is falsity
and beareth no truth
hark
thy tears
on alligator wings
fly to my warnings
red hands
and cold feet
the sky portends gloom
yet nay
hot mead for the tykes
brasses, tankards and jim
we shall partake of something
stronger
and then go our ways

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Harold dreamt he was in the dungeon
at the bottom of giant
ancient tower
24 hours a day they
played
Mozart
and fed him chablis and gruyere
at dawn
a one eyed hunchback
brought the morning paper
and a spiced latte



"you can pay more for it if you want, it's a free country."

and the dust landed
moon dust
on the childrens heads
their eyes
were watching
the glittering light
when
the dissonance singers
started someone was pulled from the audience
and interrogated
"Where's the moon tonight, smart guy?"

Sunday, April 06, 2014

without an ending
he pursued the middle
beginnings were not his forte
he tipped well
and tried to avoid soda pop
much

greivance decay
a fossil of
grinning
paperback memories
the kiln was broken
the kyles were at the game
time sloped down toward
an ashtray with a cigarette burning unattended