Wednesday, August 31, 2016

There was a stoned sense
  Of the dog barking
Voices in the dusty night
   Humid and loud
(Tree frogs?)
        And smoking on the
  Back to the concrete
  Mochi monkey
In a tizzy
  Cookies & cream
And little octopii
Nigori and then
Jim Beam
   Claudia brought
As long as it's not Brattleboro

Monday, August 29, 2016

  In sequence
Taped and painted
Of Union
And later capacitors until 2008
 He had been director of the local hospital
Now working part time security
 Near Anselm Kiefer
The beds and sheets were made of lead
water puddles in the middle
One had covers and three dead sunflowers
The circular
     Of circulation and
 Flailing about
    Without a prescription
  For something
Or somewhere to stand
Near a green bridge
  That said
How are you?

Sunday, August 28, 2016

The smell of chlorine
  There's no smoking
   But teriyaki jerky
  Eating in bed
And drinking coffee
 No swimming until 10 am
Hah! i swam at 8 am
The door was open
Makes up
I guess
For the cable being out
 But lets not go over that again
Saratoga Springs
   Spa & hotel
That is not this
But there's free coffee
And a digital alarm clock
I had an 8 ounce New York Steak
 Medium rare
    And then I swam
  Did not wait an hour
Now my legs are tired

Saturday, August 27, 2016

He tried
Or he would have tried
  If housekeeping were still here
I saw it
For a minute
It tried
 But there was an error
It said
 The return
Of your soul
From whatever devil
Stole it
 I understand
It's all relative
  But that might just be
One or more
 Of them
  Or not
Say what you will
  "People do what they do."
She said
 And I couldn't agree more
But that's a Wednesday morning
Way of looking at things
  And it's not yet Saturday morning,
It's really all about New Jersey
Or maybe some patent office in Lucerne
  Time and tide
 And all that
   Some day they'll invent space travel
Where everybody ages the same
Like Star Trek
The relative time train
What train are we on
Time trains going every possible direction
 Betty and Barny Hill
   Met a conjunction, an anomaly,
An anomalic protrusion, occlusion
 And I can see it
The skies here
Seem somehow perfect for it
  Did I get derailed here?

Friday, August 26, 2016

In bifurcated
Circadian rythmns
Sleeping on the off beat
Beating the
Sleep stop
See saw
 Did I
My dream
 "Do you have the receipt?"
"I paid in ambient dream cycle."
"Uhm, well try the third floor."
   Third floor was no good
Too much thumping on the ceiling
With a broom stick
 Did you sweep with her?
 She swept and the tears were like dreams

Buying jujubes
In Berlin
   So hard
They stick to the teeth
    No hoodies
No sunglasses
 No hats
 No tellers
    No money orders
Dude in bank
 Says they pulled
A bazillion pounds
Of lobstah
  Last year
 Can't fish for cod or ?
   There's nothing hardly left
But now the lobsters are blowing up
Jane says eat two
  And littleneck clams
The slings
  Of one eared
Just the left
Just the left

Thursday, August 25, 2016

I'm leaving
This echoey
Full of sand traps
And alligators
Theres's a way they
Drop their r's
And pick them up somewhere else
But for
Now the
Are beautiful
There's beer
And little sweet
Girls who read books
And fight over
And coffee
Its morning
   Waiting to go have breakfast
In grandma b&b
My mother has no emotions
The need to walk
   And not eat
  Or fried
   Boats of reason
    The need to see
The green
 Of the back of my mind
Floating away
Or floating
  In a bit
    The act of
  After Duffy
 Strikes out
 "I'll take the sandwich to go."
The need to
     Drive fast
On a
Mountain windy road
  In a silver hybrid
  And then
The stained
Photos  like some kind
  Fence rust in granite
 And a hotel reservation

Sunday, August 21, 2016

East coast poems
   The turnpike
  A bowl of steamers
  A waitress
Talking slow
  So I can understand
Go to Rockport or Gloucester
Drive on 95
  Keep going
Maybe to Dave Colbert's
Place on the north
Or head to Vermont on 302
  Thru the New Hampshire mountains

Turnpike toll plaza
  Toll taker is a skinny
Middle aged black man
  Whose eyes are a familiar
 Mix of red, dissolution, and intelligence
We all stop to pay
 Narcissus Magdalene 

Zeleph Frederick "Dick"

Father, Henry Blum b.1857 d.1924
Mother, Martha Evelyn Strickland b.1857 d.1950

Four more, found em
-she left a voicemail
  looked for an hour
  After I bitched
About her and
The towel
There weretwo times
Separate volitions
 Unmarred  vying
 ... The stage
The stag
The sturgeon
Bijou and
 Frederick known as
  ... Drank himself to death(((
  And ermine
Sure Douglas senior
  Was the father
Turned time
And time again

Buried fruit in the backyard
The forks were bent eight degrees
   Five grand minus the 
Four hundred
  Give to Geoff
  And ride it 
Four degrees to
Where you want to be
The fire

Saturday, August 20, 2016

The old guy
Drank two martinis at lunch
And commented
About every fat woman that
Walked by
"Is she pregnant?"
"Look at that Corvette. He doesn't know how to park."
They forgot the fries
So I got Bourbon Pecan bread pudding on the house
"Look at her fat rolls!"
And God in Heaven
  But nowhere near
In your hand
  Or the sound
 What sound the
Of a sense
  Of profound
Well yes sometimes
   Just dont make me
Go there again
To Dunkin Donuts?

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

  He fucked the muse
And was born
  In and for sidewalks
 Drinking a dark beer
At 10 am
 On MacDougall & Bleeker
    Thousands passed by
Sitting between two cars
  Smoking a tossed cig

There were two views available;
     One of sadness,
   The other of hope
    I chose the view less trammeled
 I think it was channel 54

Five pound bag of Cacahuates
   and a dying dog
  I'm drinking a Japanese beer in a can
In a brown wrapper
  In a chinese restaurant called Funland
  Eating kung pao chicken with peanuts
   No liquor sales at restaurants in this
1 mile square town
  So I went across the street
 And got a beer
    A Ukrainian woman with blondish hair
Was buying two bottles of red wine
 Two packs of Tareyton 100's
  And a roll of Rollaids
I got one too
She said "Always a good idea"
In a thick heavy smoker accent
And smiled.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Emiko's name got changed to Wilma on the big Island after Pearl Harbor
  Most Hawaiian born moved back to Hawaii but one Japanese guy liked the skiing too much here in the states
  There was no beer drinking in the matsuwa food court
 Nor nigori sake drinking
In the am we chopped down the bamboo
That was blocking the stairs
And the bridge
  No one noticed
Then we got in the Camry and drove
Across the bridge to the Cloisters
  But no one was ever cloistered there
 John D Rockefeller bought a ships worth
of medieval columns, buttresses, mouldings, stone relief carvings, tombs,
reliquarires, tapestries, paintings, chalices, sculptures, and
various other sundry what not and built a beautiful medieval cloister on the banks of Hudson rive near the George Washington bridge (which is a year older than Miko).

Friday, August 12, 2016

Mercury advances
Swift carrion of a day
   Purple eyed
     And water tower stories
"There was one just like that next to the house"
 "I want to live in a water tower." I said
"I'll put windows in."
  "Do what you want." she said
     As she drew
Her grandfathers painting in the Whitney
   Purple lips
    Danny Lyon
Was there in a photograph
The only one I looked at
 Too tired
    And mercury was calling
"Come out in the heat"
"We'll walk the highline but don't
Give money to the panhandlers."
  We went to the gypsy cafe
She was 95 and she had the waffles
They looked good
Somehow her American Express card
Got lost
  Mercury hadn't touched it
We searched the underground parking lot
  The old greek attendant smiled and
Told me to put out my cigarette
"Yes, yes I will!"
 We left the store
I bought a pin
It said
I wrecked the
    seer, no thats 
Just my way
Of saying 
   I have blinded
Or been blinded
    By the stature of 
  Of the situation
  Not to say
 It's not unmanageable
  But ongoing or going on?
     The kitchen is cool
but we are in the living room,
 Well no,
 I don't 
 But neither do you
   The seer goes on
It's ongoing
The far fetched
    Stretch of the number one line
  From the wrong station
    A's and E's rushing past
    Everyone getting on
       Except me
           The local, the local
I'm dripping with sweat
   Carrying two cameras
Like a fool
   And a tourist

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Dusty St. Janus
   God of Teatro
       The legion of eyes
            There is film
                  But also heaven
 But your breathing
Is labored
 You look like a whitewashed fence
Holding in a thousand years of retired mechanics
The principal devotee
Of the Bleeker St. encyclic
 The dust balls breaming the sweat filled
  Thoughts - thoughts like a muggy night
And casual margherita pizzas and
   Ice cream sandwiches
I eased myself into the turgid heat
  Turgid and turgider
   I guessed or approximated
The need
And packed accordingly;
Two slings
One medium stone
  a barrel of peanuts-
For the monkey
Never stopped chattering
   Some decisions were simple
Others reeked of old timetables
    But still I persevered
Foolishly perhaps
  But there was a method
To my sadness
  Which food, alcohol, and cigarettes
Would hardly allay
 It went like this-
Steam the labels off old cans
And put my labels on them
 Add a bit of chicken poo
On the eggs in the carton
 Then people would come from miles
Full of praise
  For the farm fresh quality
I replied stoically
Like any good farmer would

Black powder drawings
  Lines of the stems
     Leaves crying for trigger contours
The stones of the young wife's
Empty afternoons

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

There were some who thought
    The beast could be tamed
Others said kill it
 But I said let it go
    And it will devour itself
  Foolhardy I know
For it came upon me one night
   In the wilds of New Jersey
  The air was thick with heat
And humidity
  And I was in my underwear outside
Smoking a cigarette butt
   It smelled the smoke
And shined it's eyes at me
 "It was you who let me go
 And for that I should, by social propriety,
Give thanks, but instead I'll
Eat you with my horrible teeth."
"Well your breath has pretty much done
That already, filthy beast."
The abandoned memnonic devices
   Turned with a screw
      To forgetfullness
           And capriciousness
 A room uncleaned
     Sleeping on a pile of laundered clothes
Cigarette butts overflowing the ashtray
      But signs are hard to find
         That are not filled with bullet holes
             In this road side rest stop

Wednesday, August 03, 2016

  New Glarus Farm & Feed 
All I Ever Wanted


Monday, August 01, 2016

Cathy V. in Joshua Tree
America got fucked again
 but we don't want to know that
    it sucks to get screwed by your own party
   who can deal with that
   so we deny, we disassociate
we obfuscate
we shame those who question
we belittle them
they're stupid
  how privileged are they?
     we are the good guys
we deal with reality
that's just incompetence
    not corruption, right?
 onward for the win

"The leads are weak."

sentient frontloader bullshit
the quips
 and bare legged squats
so good to see you
 here are the standards you seek
 as we lose ourselves
         in the mirage
its a beautiful oasis
   wearing white
 and last chance
     pilot to bombardier
pilot to bombardier
 one adam 12
 see the woman
   a 459 in progress
            have another beverage and then it's time to shop
     the car needs more work done
 call the plumber