We went to Santa Cruz for Davey Dave's bachelor weekend. No hookers or blow, just beer whiskey and pot vaper. We rented a fancy house on a hill in Soquel. It was filled with glass animal figurines. It was owned by two gay men. They have a Koi pond in the living room. After dinner at the Crow's nest everybody fell asleep. fucking old guys.

 

some echo 

of a foreign catechism 

slide the glass down the bar 

                            some stupid kid got his head slammed into the jukebox 

         by an old drunk 

                                            who didn't like his wisecracks 

             Peter's notebook was thrown into the dishwater 

             by the cartoonist
who had guns

                              jewish space pirates on speed

the ink was running off the page

  years before he joined the Marines and got sent to N. Carolina

                                when he got there he cried 

 that was 1975 maybe 

                   we'd go to the Church St. Station bar

99 cent well drinks
they gave you a penny

                           I was working nights across the street at the bookstore
he'd call

               "Come take a break"

THE FIX IS IN

SAY HELLO TO

     HELLOARY
the prize is a bloody bull's heart
   skewered by picadores lances
             
across the fifty states
        

a farcical method 

of sonic chthulu-isms

    swim deep cold 

          dark into the mystic 

            swim deep breathe 

                      sonic air 

                styled by chanel 

                          breathe deep 

the stark water 

    goosebumps 

and coca-cola's 

                  stark deep breathe  

nice new bathing suit

   stripes

              like in Provence

mish
  mash
 sorry state of affairs
      world is falling apart
          on the internets
                 all of them
                             we speak not
of you
 but of the acts
                of crazy men and women
     people died
                 Bush cried
                               Mission improbable
                                      the snake is in the hand
                                               and bites your eyeball
                                                           now they drown
                          in the beautiful Mediterranean
                                   
                                     

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i didn't have a whistle
       but i 'm not
      winning any races