Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Blades of Glass


 stars drifted like
liquor store signs
           we stumbled in the street
              the conversation started
             as the lights went out
 and the waltz
   was frozen
         stringed instruments
            walked away
                       we ascended in alien eyes
                           looking at the cars
                                    flashing
 their headlights
       the dreamers were streaming
             videos of cats
                      but no one left
   until you started to yawn






The breakfast of champions
   like Rome or 
   Greece 
                   The Parthenon
                   dead Centurions 
                              strewn along the Rubicon
                spilling blood money
     for oil 
waxing the dishes 
    before the feast 
               the moon river 
                                  flows like pure virgin flesh 
the green grasses of Palestine
     the flow of the Tigris and The Euphrates 
     the swamp dwellers
    killing boars 
    in the reeds
    of Des Moines 
 Or Waimea
                                                                 we stink of dusty flesh 
                 we supplicate 
               pusillanimous 
         upsurge 
       in market share ideas
                            stoving in the craniums 
           of the didactic deity swooners
                   we song and dance 
       at money 
  money 
 and money 
and 
ding 
dong
   the Witch 
is 
dead.
     






my glasses
are dirty
  the fog is back,
thank god
    summer heat
    is great
 but
     I
   expect SF
to be
   a certain way
                    don't fuck with my
       preconceptions,
man





The tables
have turned-
it's a veritable
  shit ball
                 of twister fucks
    nipple twister fucks
    to be exact
    or redundant
   depending I guess
    on something or other





Paregoric trilobites
   encased in Damien Hirst
      funerary medicine cabinetry
    "the wounds of time"
    (some foreign antibodies revel in myriad
asymptomatic retardants)
     Grossly misinformed,
   the electorate
     vote to have their feet
chopped off
       "...better than military flights over
 the Atlanta Falcons game or chicken fingers"
       something something something






the bearded end game
                                                 salacious bricolette byzantium stone washed
    jeans
set apart
                     kind bud for sale
  and $7 gelatos
            seems too hot for a day like this
                        but the
                                                                cement went $100k over budget
fred said






prurient lapses
 in the remiss
 cake, candles, a wool blanket
     laundry piled in plastic hampers
              the toast is burning




The acorn or twig or some shit
 fell on thc car roof
 while I was smoking
        laid out
    in the back
                          listening to nothing
the car windows are open
     and i'm curled in a comforter
                              wrapped around my sleeping bag
    
    




      blades, glass
    broken round
                 butts can
                   steaming breath
         i see you
     the van is
        not waterproof
            buckets of rain
                     whiteout
     grayout
               sliding
                         wth
          the hoop guy
                                            seemed kinda like a dick





the Apache wedding
       was twin-less
   or half twinned
                                                  one was not in a good place right now
           many times
   I was the beard
            but times have grown
                           the van was cold at night





surrogate star centered
revelations re
 breezes and facts
                staying
in the reality show
of it all
    hey
i don't remember
    but i scratched
     remember
   the rasta guy
           he danced
                    like
   MJ
on your
     fiftieth
        no one backed him up
      not one
                                                     but it didn't matter
                                                           he nailed it






synaptic miasma
 the earbit torn
plague device that you left on the tv
   seen through a veil of october red leaves filtering the pumpkin latte
    porn
 




breakfast was oatmeal
    w nuts
           and coffee
   strong strong coffee
       then back to sleep
how do you do it?
   "I don't do anything,
                                              it does it by itself."





on the cover of
                            Who Cares magazine I saw
your picture
if you got a blowjob you should be thankful
well i'm not watching musicals
                                          (Southpark ref.)






banging and
drilling
   at 8 a.m.
                          outside the window
workers
                                     all speak Spanish
                                sometimes Russian
                                               I'm trying to jerk it in here
                                                   go the fuck away






the deciduous, no, coniferous drone
flying and dropping pine needles
onto the hair of the enemy;
   the ground





steep forecasts of death
or life
the whatnot
or the in-between
some sutra dutra puke-tra
  the beads on your wrist
                   make you look like a dork






   don't say vertiginous
   say fuckall
    don't say
hillarious
        say berned agin
                       as your orange face melts
(policy wonks)
                 strung out on heroin
           or social media
                stream baby stream!
I can see freedom from my window
  



the lights are on
blazing
      the highway
              on a bridge
                over water
     the fog is coming in



now its raining
like Sunday rain
                  smoking cigarettes in bed
  looking at pictures
              no news except
orange news
          we listen
   to the rain
                      
 
 

the fall burst twitchery
echoed in lost friends
    with bad backs and
     alcoholic
                    but there's always the sun
and the rain
       and old videos
             of drunken rambling
              to remind
                                                    of what we don't need reminding