Saturday, February 28, 2015






thats a
fine how do ya do
but wth


verbiage 
muck muck
mucking about 


 toss it off 
 sweet bread cakes
   
some doodler pushpins
moving 
the carts
starting with tarts



flow and Ed
perpetuity
see the seamless
staunch with starch 

                             but 
                               what does it mean?
   
                               stumped and pumping 
        sweet pumpernickelback



           Did you get the mojo?
I got the john the conkaroot

boot 
 boot 
 boy-o 
  toot 
  toot 

 wth 

    get off my lawn
i mean cocaine
       
groove 
to the merchant 
to the groob marching 
you plew the flew 
and buried your head in 
the zoo
you flew the coop 
dont say it 
who slew the few 
coop
coop
coop
that redwing shoe
since i left 
read it in the news
dont say it 
you too 
we the few the pound 
the chew?
oh hell it's not me 
yeah its you 
peruse the use 
flew the crew 
blew a fuse 
screwed the pooch
dont say it
who knew?
black and blue
hoo
hoo
hoo
some sue
ooh
 
pluh

pluh
pluh


  what


        gak

pow

       cruk!



       ugh


oof



             boing


huh huh






yep





Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Some San Francisco 
 skies 
                           alert the police 
        

measure the cost 
                  of throwing out 

   everyone who isn't   
filthy rich 


              you've got your lucre

now it's time to 

                    sell your home 

      wouldn't it be great 

you're really a piece of work

                        pony up
     Now is the time

          but you stand there
                                                                    staring with your pockets in your hands

Go! Bring the tide from the Sea! 
                                                            Carry it to your home 

lay in the tall grasses

                     feel the ocean beneath your eyes
                        
       standing in sand 
                                                           
                                                                  it's in your shoes 
throw a pebble down the cliff
 watch the whole cliff crumble 

 but you float away 
                      wave to them 
         
                                      now 
                                                                wave to them
               
                                                          bye

 




NYACK, NY 2006

Monday, February 23, 2015

tramadol 
dreams

with foggy mcfog
captain of the 
team 


Did you hear the breeze? 

                it is quiet right now 
    except for that guy who 

coughs    

        It sounds like he is sitting outside in the dark 

  that cough doesn't sound too good
                  

                    but it's quiet now 

except occasional clunks and thumps 
                                          from the neighbors below 
                       or the wind blowing the shade 
   
                                                                        I love that kind of stillness
  
                                   the quiet

                                                                                   when my brain isn't working overtime

                      San Francisco breeze

                                                          off the ocean 

                                              and through Golden Gate Park

                            when my brain isn't working overtime

     still I might relax in the night 
when I should be asleep 
  and smoke a cigarette laying in bed 

              "you'll burn the house down" 

               but it's a railroad flat 
                                 You always gotta be right 

          dontcha? 
wait, what?
   see?    
      when my brain is working overtime 
                 
                                     Oh, I'll smoke a cigarette 
and forget about it 
                             it's not going anywhere 
   click

                                                   

 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

perhaps
the essence
of proper nomenclature
resides
in a little bungalow down
near the tracks
you can walk to the Creamery
once you leave the Ho Chi Minh trail
This was before Farley Mowat,
Trevor Novak, or Spot
you could walk down the arroyo to the lake
but it eventually filled with mud, the lake that is,  and
the county wouldn't allow it to be cleaned out
with a bulldozer
perhaps the essence of proper nomenclature
moved to California
from New Hampshire 
some would argue against
going to the concert at Altamont
but it did see the Woodstock documentary
when it came out
it was shown at the Vine Theater
in 1970

Down the brushy pasture, Coyote cuts back and follows the trail

a fox runs and climbs a tree to escape.

A raven is in the tree.

"what are you doing up here? "

"Coyote down there. See?"

"Ah yes. Coyote. Well my tree is your tree"

"Um fuck off eh?"

"SQUAAAAWWWKK"

The raven flew off.


General Bospehus stared out the window. It had been seven years since the war began and he was tired.
His aide, Clarise, was killed two years ago in the Tempe offensive. She had been in the desert making ambrotypes at the time. He had several of her works framed in his office.
He stared out the window and wondered at the uselessness of it all. He knew it was an unwinnable war designed to fatten the coffers of the administration's arms dealer cronies.
He himself had made good money off the war. There was no denying that.
His conscience was fairly clear though. He had always strived to end the war. The administration had finally told him in no uncertain terms to can it and keep on fighting.
The resignation papers lay on his desk unsigned.
He sighed and opened another bottle of wine.
"To think this all started over the importation of Tecate beer!" He said aloud to himself.
"That stuff is pissy rice beer!"
Although he did enjoy a can or two now and again on a hot summer day.

Tecate mourns a soulful tune
  


                      Tecate breathes fire and belches


Tecate walks a tortured mile

     Tecate knows all the words in Spanish

please let me see
the light!
    
     a grey fox in a tree with a raven as a coyote passes by

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

and the 
robot 
sprayed the azaleas with antifungal spray 


bitter herb 
why is this day unlike other days?

someone is waiting in line to buy napkins somewhere in the world


the rabbit 
ran across the checker board
as we slept 
in the afternoon heat 

I'm running out of ideas, that seems apparent 

But I did do my core strengthening exercises today 

and I fell asleep after work
it's a life, I guess!

   "I think I need to get out more." He said, non-ironically. 

I think your new jacket is too big 
waah 

 what's the use, anyway? 

some Muslim Cleric just questioned the idea that the sun is not at the center of the universe
this is what passes for news these days
zzzzzzzzzzz
  cu-ughhhh 
 brap 
  sputooti 

Let's go throw the football around! fuckin' A!

  somebody just gave me shit for not wanting to go out drinking on a weeknight
Somebody who DOESN'T HAVE A JOB!

HAHAHA

this a test 
this is only a test 

  Mike's stolen car is being held for ransom by the city car towing company 

Where is the Get a Grip Department? 
    
    Fat Tuesday 
Pablo Sandoval Day 

Hello Boston Red Sox fans!
or as my uncle said, in a disgusted tone of voice.

"It's not the big green monster, it's The Green Monster."

Goodnight Ted Williams

 

 



 

Monday, February 16, 2015

the brainless
    mechanic from Harvard University
sat on the edge
of a smoke filled room
     diddly
doo

wop
    diddly doo
wop
wop wop

      speak up children

for the dreams of your life

 
profound poodles

and noodles

sit tight
sit right
don't fight

and ladies in boots, hats
 and gloves
 stretching their arms

they don't work on farms 
 
stretching their arms
 for taxis on
  on 57th street

 but there's too much construction noise

  "Hey Taxi"
  but it flys by
                   and leaves a puddle in disguise
as a secret agent
   and the why and wherefore

 and there is no god
   not even
  in the little things
       but

 you should come out and play cards with us
           
               




there was a farcical
endeavor
it
was not
illusory
- protracted non sequential
visitation rights
and PT
for L4/L5
don't forget to bring the dvd
and send her the report
we like that girl

Sunday, February 15, 2015

on the offshore mesmerized 
derelict oil rig of your dreams

three spaces were given 
1. Be trustworthy 
2. Accept no substitutes
3. Blow me down Captain!

Lauded by critics
and incredibly successful at the box office 
this derelict oil rig
gave new meaning to the term "job producers"

as a divided nation watched,
on a sunday evening,
the course of history was irremedially 
unchanged and gladly at that
"No "facts" can sway us from this course."
"We were destined, manifestly, to enjoy, at any available time,
the rewards of our dreams- that the offshore mesmerized 
derelict oil rig of our dreams- should, can, and will be
blah blah blah 
you get it"
"what she said"

Marine One landed at Crissy Field in San Francisco on 
a blazingly warm February day
With the Golden Gate Bridge looming over them and 
the brilliant wonders of sunshine sparkling on the cold waters of the bay 
the staff were taken aback at their 
own good fortune 
and the stock market was up too

Across town Rafael DeSoto, a nurse at SF General Hospital, and his family
were being evicted from the apartment they had lived in for sixteen years.
The building had been Ellis act-ed and the new owners would be selling the units individually 

one prospective owner was Lance Gladhand 
a twenty three year old software engineer 
who had graduated from Brown University 
and whose parents purchased for him an Audi A4
Pretty badass too 

Across town the derelict rig of etc etc etc 
was breaking into a pharmacy to steal Oxycontins

three stipulations ensued and only three-

1. beware the two eyed sloth dressed in gabardine
2. Scientology is NOT a cult
3. Who has a copy of the Bourne Supremacy I can borrow?
three and ONLY three
as the dove flys below the parapet 
these will be so

 













the Baudelaire boat
is in heavy seas 
it is night and the 
storm is raging 
there is no one in the boat 
why Baudelaire? 
I don't know. 
How about Melville?
would that make more sense?
The Harrison Ford boat 
sat in traffic 
and when I noticed him he flipped me off
the Langston Hughes boat 
on the delta riverboat 
sweet sinking in muddy waters 
or hey the Repo Man boat 
Miller is at the helm 
with a metal oil drum fire burning old clothes
Did you do a lot of acid in the sixties, Miller?
What are cars? they're TIME MACHINES
and in the car alarm boat 
which is beeping 
not that eighties multiple sounds beeping 
this is just a straight beep beep beep beep beep
Charles Baudelaire's boat 
is syphillitic
and dying in a gutter, right?
what about a TRASHMAN boat?
Smash the domininant paradigm oars
submachine gun rudder
in the streets!
R CRUMB IN FRANCE 
boat
a big legged black girl is rowing 
for all she's worth 
Robert is sweating and staring at her butt 
The Richard Milhouse Nixon boat 
of criminal paranoia
and anti-semitic, racist
outboard motors.
The end.








please stop 
the skipping record
buh buh buh buh 
for civility- 
so sweet 
- this candy life
but it's hot 
and it's mid February 
here try some 
it's carrot, ginger, apple soup 
the sour apples cut the sweetness 
it helps my knees 
I can't remember the name 
of the root 
my friend gave me 
in a lidded mason jar-
Burdock root 
 

 a summer day 
in February
sitting in a coffee shop 
or cafe 
discussing the ideology of
"demon" cars 
versus bicycling safety 
with a man named Howard
who is in a wheelchair

Friday, February 13, 2015


The wine of the Valkyries
  pinioned branch sky wing
snorting and stomping against a cloud
like a game player
"lightning bolt, lightning bolt!"
  but instead sailing in a sky boat
fueled by dream gasoline
  harvested from the wind










frozen and bereft
movie quote
"I'm so hungry I could eat a frozen dog."
was that Missouri Breaks?
he was too confident
didn't fathom
he could lose
until the knife woke him up
going across his throat
fuck Marlon Brando anyway
sounds like a description of his career
wish I had some cheese puffs
   a plethora of pandemonium
laying in bed hungry
fell asleep too early
listening to bad Eric Clapton albums
and mid career Dylan
   I'm hungry
I ate too much pesto pizza after work
some old man in a dirty bowler
 and retro circus barker pants
kept staring at me
 I'll eat some raw green beans
those are good
crunchy
and then I'll make some spaghetti
with butter and pepper

Thursday, February 12, 2015







the poison 
    bottle 
                                             a misnomer
tap

              tap


      tap 



        where's the cane sugar?

                   don't stare at the light 
                                   
                                                        is this your guitar?


What did the devil look like?

                   
                                                       the  easy rider died along the road 

some people play in open A 
and capo on the second fret 

Vicksburg,

clean on in to Tennessee

  we'll get your picture taken at the drugstore               

you can make a slide from an old Mateus Rose bottle                                



he showed me his tremolo technique

                                                     it was very clean 

                                                         use the thumb as the anchor, 
the pivot               

            
                              you see? like that



try not to bang it against the neck                                          
 you can mimic the melody 

                               see? you better come on 

                                                                           in my kitchen

it was at the Dockery Plantation 
   
                                                                     not Webb Jennings
that was 

old Tommy Johnson

 the one who really sold his soul
   the poison bottle 

lied 

                      John the Conqueror root 

rub that root boy

    or maybe it was the
  


                                                           Star of the West Plantation 


They carried him to Tush Hog’s house                                                     

he was told to bury him


                                                Rosie Estridge said no you wait and went and got Jack Star

     she called him Jack Leg Preacher



Tap 

    tap                                 

tap        



that bottle's no good 



I got women in Vicksburg 
    clean on in to

                                  Tennessee











scheduled at least five sites today
Alabama,
Mississippi,
Tennessee,
"I told them I was willing to do it."
 I am a consumate professional
 (on the phone)
 honest, direct, business-like, and
nice.
yeah, it's hard to believe,
 I know




1111

 that's the number
                  maybe I should quit

is anyone listening?



jump for the past 
 set the fire 

on the road 
                                                  theres a sticker on your bumper
                                                                     4 way stops where you see the sign
                 we could eat 
steak sandwiches again
                                               at Natural Bridges
                                             or sell hash oil
                                                                        at Kresge



my favorite bagel 
                                      was cream cheese, jam, and cashews 
                                                          on garlic

                                that and a large cup of coffee
                     
we avoided the ESP seminar 
                                              we knew it would suck

my dad had a '69 E type jaguar
       he commuted in it
    
                                       hard to imagine 

I had a '63 Ford Fairlane 
      we paid fifty dollars for 
                                             it was running on three cylinders

it used to rain a lot back then 
          but my housemate came home with cartons of cigarettes 
                              from his job at the movie theatre
 because 
    they stopped selling them 
                                         Camel unfiltered
    
the mornings were always foggy
                                     but by noon you could see all the way to the ocean
                We had to get out of town

it was just too sleepy
                   
  


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

from
   the          strife
of dereliction
      pause
  
             pass
 empty barrels


 to the fore
    misconstrued

some seemingly
engraved
    with

implausible
       reasoning
 

                  the twins conjoined 
by alcohol

        playing harps
and

  wearing leather moccasins

the forensic pattern
       prevailed
in time
             and without a light to guide

past the edge of the garden

  and toward the back alley

 the fence was jumped
                 a rottweiler pulled at the bulky chain

across the street the tv was on

     and an old man was sitting on the porch drinking a Miller High Life

the wherewithall
of forest nymphs
  the beguine /erasmus paper
stoic fortitude
   in dew laden meadow
smite thy branch
   shine upon the arrow
 metallurgy arts lost in
centuries
      below the dark wandering
some were taken
and others freed
       the towers white mystery
an open door
to nowhere seemingly
   cast upon the Raven King
No magick does prevail
and yet the hat remained
  at the circle 
and we drank






Tuco 
 says 
                                      hey blondie 

but Jimmy the Greek is laying odds 
               

                                            there's a star somewhere up there 
                                                                             for Marilyn Monroe

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

there's a lot going on here
but we can minimize the damage
have another beer
you shouldn't eat that crap
it's bad for your health
I'm not looking to make friends in a place like this
I've got too many friends already
my doctor told me to delay the first cigarette
She's seen it all
I don't know what forms they want
have another beer
and then we'll go for a swim



Gerrymandered
                                                           Putinisms
 the cold war 
 in the middle of winter            
i before e 
except after c 
learn these rules

the house burned up
the house burned down 

which is it?

test on Thursday
                                          will this be part of the grade?
                                               who shot down an airliner
     yer mom 
         did 
 
              here drink this vodka
It's Russian military vodka 
everyone knows someone who's here               
it's fucking cold out there 

yeah well you can't make a pie without killing a few grapes 

I think you forgot your insignia
I'm not needing to be reminded

polonium kills 
                                                                   get that "porn star" to do it
there's always room for more
                     but the traffic will kill you 
  
one dacha 
two dacha 
three dacha more 
                                                       there's pudding in the fridge 
there's no magpies this time of year 
                                                              store it on the right  
the left has been killed,
                                    is frightened to you know what,
    
                                                           or is on trial for embezzling
                   it's an autonomous region 
you know, what's in your pants
                                                Don't ever hire anyone named Sasha
 
                                              he broke the cardinal rule
                                                                         but we forgive you  so 
the house burned up
or the house burned down 
                  which is it?

 
 












pusillanimous derivatives
hedged in non-sequential
non-binding etymologies- the bird built it's nest with pusillanimous derivatives
Clearly exculpatory
recumbent ideologies in
non lactating binomial rythmns
- the drummer pounded the tom incessantly
asphyxiated intertidal redundancies
promulgated effluent syncopation
- the starfish dried easily on Miranda's shelf
myriad synchronicities engendered
auxiliary quonset intrusions
asporadically - the army placed their temporary habitats in a rigid grouping


Sam Snead 
in polyester 

used to watch out for lightning 
                                                 swinging iron golf clubs around

some of the golfers liked to drink

                       and smoke 

 Tareyton 100's 

                    Pall Mall 


                               Winston


Benson & Hedges
    

                             coffin nails- Camel straights

it's dangerous out there 

              crocodiles in the water hazards


 Down in Puerto Rico 

                          a golfer got bit by a poisonous gila monster 

In Mexico a golfer got shot by a campesino  

         but it was an accident 
    
In Hawaii a golfer fell into a surf blow hole and they never recovered the body
                                                           but the source for this anecdote is a little sketchy 

Jack Nicklaus played Augusta in 1977 under a death threat 

You gotta really wonder what the hell that was about







Monday, February 09, 2015

there's a hundred ways to skin a cat
   but I don't want to know any of them

                something had smudged
                       
why am i so tired?
it rained a couple days ago
is that why?
          oh you just keep on
but maybe you shouldn't smoke so much
                 the garbage man came at 6 am
   and made a bunch of noise
   and now it's another fire truck
           was it the vodka tonics?
     so many questions
               I think I'm already asleep
           

Saturday, February 07, 2015

the heat
again today
I moved to
San Francisco
to escape the
dry heat of the
California hill country
luckily I was
I was laid off
from my job as
second coal man
at the furnaces
of Purgatory
now I lay in bed
with the windows open
and feel
the cool breeze
I drink from a red
plastic cup filled
with fizzy water
and write bad
poems

2004
armful of
Armegeddon
I'm praying
to the Moon
my mouth
is dry
my tears
like oil
my lips
cracked
I check my
tongue.
still there
I wipe my
fingers on the
mirror to see
the smudge
I throw the
soap away
I'm going to
live dirty

2004

The Benefits of Being Sticky

sometimes you think
that life has let you
down and you just
can't ever come around
  but the proof is in the
pudding or at least that's
 what they say

T.B.O.B.S.

And sometimes you
get stuck
 This Krazy glue
will keep your eyes shut
but sometimes it's so
perfect and beautiful
  and right

T.B.O.B.S.

it's not about beer spilled
on your sandaled feet 
 or washing then in the bar sink
it's something you can't get
from beer, wine or a mixed drink

T.B.O.B.S.

Zendo Bonker

stop



      breathe
      



water 
    



                  what?






stop! 
                                                         no, keep on



{{{{{{{{{{{{{



                                                             remember, what ? 


wrestling match 





                  stop 







                                  no, oh, keep on 





   remember 
    

                                                     smoking on airplanes, yuck 






                                buying the zen 



oh, yes,  repeat 


              repeat 
      


                                                             what was that, eucalyptus?



stop 



    
 repeat 


where is the time going?





                                 the sun







stop, wait, oh 





where is the wrestling match?





stop, no, yes







what the heck?



}}}}}}}}}

         that's the difference!







                                               yes, and don't 




where is the stop








 don't wait! 

 there it is  



                 





Iwouldntsopfornothing
I wouldn't stop for anything 
or nothing 









you 
are 
the 
bullet 
that 
blank
you 
are 
sound 
that 
runs 
along
the 
side 
of 
a
metal
blank
blank
blank


bouncing 
echoing 
tearing
vomiting
again
you
sound
the
warning
you
send 
the 
warning 
you 
seek 
the
the 
shit
you 
seek
the 
dry
air
 you 
seek
the
words
you 
seek
the
idea
that
all
is
okay
that
we
don't
hurt
that
you 
can
be 
blank
blank
blank

where's that coffee?
no gummi bears
take more photographs
or not
why is it so hard to get out of bed these days
i'm getting texts
 my friends are poor
but they own houses and boats
 







Friday, February 06, 2015

brie-ola
             captioning the news
            sleeping in the afternoon
sans mons
perduity 
echofacious

and the bee and the buzzz
and the monkey a

bird



named Ralph

I'm hopelessly lost 


this article defines me 

           It's not "fun" to write an opera
Jackson Pollock's body was thrown fifty feet from the accident 
 it wasn't found until the next day 

I just made that up - 
       I heard that somewhere
                                       Also that the woman who died in the single auto car crash 
                                 was dressed for a party and she looked completely unharmed, like she
                                                                                   was sleeping 




don't ask me about the rocks in the backyard




the burrows
     farrow
El Faro
  the lighthouse

                 keep on keeping on
as the world turns
sing it like you mean it baby 

                                                                       there's a place something like heaven
                                                                but it's not around here

are you going to talk in catchphrases all night?
some things get stolen, some things are borrowed
                      
                    It would be easy to believe in Jesus 

 If he wasn't such a greedo 

                                                  some say the light comes from within
         
                         some say the Devil made me do it 

              some don't say much at all
          
                                                              blessed is the sound of silence

but if you have a trombone by all means
              play it