Hau'oli Makahiki Hou
  to you
    and you
        and you

flight bite
  what happened last night
 drank maybe a little too much
 the manhattans
   were definitely
part of the
 "win late"
 strategy
  but falling down stairs
were not
  punching a Royal Mountie
  also
not
   escaping in a
tuctuc
 through the Swiss Alps
    also not
but
  could be
maybe

a loaded
 digression
spurred by
 countless
     cessations
  - staytry!
©
2017
  the last island
  LV
    but not the strip
mahalapoo!

no romeo
for the 
    weary
 staid
 perplexed
   anxious
whats the remedy
    i know
something
about
something/
no ee cummings
 

I saw myself
in my dream
 driving a gray van
 that just came out of the river
   and i got in
two me's
 and you were there
but you weren't drinking
  and you said
see
I'm not drinking

the mirror
 stood its path
by the phone call
from the olive oil man
  I got locked out twice
 there's something so dry
about the air out there

there were no reindeer
   but the horses stood and watched me
  I snickered to get their attention
 poor dirty horses
shy and curious

a man pulled up in a jeep on Christmas morning
while I was smoking
  "My friend is having a seizure. He's by the side of the road. I have no signal."
I called 911
 they transferred me
   I drove up to where the young man was
laying on the ground with a blanket
a bicyclist and his friend were helping him
 the fire truck arrived in about five minutes
with the ambulance right behind it
  "If you electrocute me I'll kill you."
said the man who was seizing up on the ground
to the fireman

It was kind of hazy out that day
It was a spare the air day

feeling
the cold
bite
 through
   the layers
of
  circus
circus
   faded
roulette
  tables-
  pumping in oxygen
with a head full
of
 whatever
    bets
are made-
I'm taking bets
on whether
 the chinese buffet
 causes an international incident
the Raiders 
can't do it
 the Steelers
   blew it
 the guy next to Kevin lost a thousand
dollars
  later we made up dialogue
 to a movie
with incredibly good looking
actors
Armie Hammer
   where's that baking soda?
laughing so hard
  this elevator
    is bullshit
        but fuck it

weird am dream about matt F
   going to whole foods to get girl at work
a model
some pastry
she hit her head and cut her eyebrow
 laying there
  consoling her
  they were tearing out the stairway
at the local shop (they wanted $31 for a pastry) and the guy was like- get out
  gamers!
 i guess we were playing some video game
  robert redford was drunk
and standing in traffic
  going what the hell
he was in jeffs van and he just got out
  second time he was driving and just got out
van rolled off driverless in traffic
told him i was going to call his lawyer cuz he needed help
  worried about ?tom? Valeri? got laid off after someone else went
to see
and she was all like doesn't seem like YOU'RE having any problems
you're smoking at work and drinking
me:what?!
  me: hey i'm just worried about you
 she: yeah more like worried about YOU
anyway walking to whole foods but at night and see
Matt F in really muddy, dirty overalls
working construction
  and we talk
then talking to his friend
  me: matt's not playing trombone anymore? he should be playing and teaching
 friend: yeah i'm glad. I don't like jazz
describing 16 year birthday excursion to the movies to see
x or r rated comedies
 with his parents
*Everything you always wanted to know about sex
 &  Candid Camera sex movie-"What Do You Say to a Naked Lady"
but Matt's disappeared - he went back to work
making digital commercial pictures
on computers but sitting on the sidewalk
Okay I got the drips right
 

 

the swaying
protagonist
      was lieing
to himself again
he really wasn't that
bad looking

he said he got
Omar Sharifed last night
but the proof
was in the dinner jacket
   what did he mean?
your guess is probably wrong
   never trust your last instinct
 some people passing by said
     Peter O'Toole was skipping
  but they also thought the photo
was Hugh Hefner
  Wrong!
        

the grand mythologies
   of our times
   involve # 2
  pencils
     or F
    the swaying capriciousness
       of rabbit ears
 the hibernating colonists
   of reason
   step forward
into the light
    there is no requirement
      except
acknowledgement
of the arc
  but the grand
mystery
of nature
surely
 that,
no, not even
   nature is to be broken
like a horse and
   saddled
      again
for there's work
needs doing
   the devils handiwork
   is in idle hands
steel
 and lumber
 hogs
   and
silver
   give us this day
      our hubris
to succor
 our righteousness
   it says
    so
 
     
          
      

schnords
and fjords
    boards
and
  gourds
 ryhmin
like hymen
 sully
like sully
 land that plane!
  it's
the pits
mr schmitts
   it's the fits
 you gimme
now gits
 your time has come
its miller time
 say
good bye
to the high life
kaputnik!

the raven sat on Snoopy's
head
   so what
so what
sleep
 with fishes
in Lake Tahoe
Jacques Cousteau

none of that matters
  forget about it
 really
   it. just. doesn't. matter.
like the trees worry
what
  the sky thinks
   or do they?

the cult of personality
    what is it worth?
        who made it?
           

privatized
  errata
      circumvented
the dirty dishes
        stealing money
though
   that's a given
   - the sway
the swagger
   gun toting
       gimmickry
as
  fear based economics
   star based
pedanticism
solemnity foregone
    mere theatrics
           crocodiles shed tears
               over the dead schnauzer
       $800 handbags
   with your face
    did you shave?
      look into the pool
    anybody floating there?
no just a giant inflatable
  plastic pizza slice
     whoo
   did you buy a new house?

buried 

 on the

 sideways 

  cracker barrel

 meanderings

   the forest for the trees 

    in a car

          moving hurriedly
 along the interstate

I

before

E

= 

MC

squared up

and 

took one 

on his glass chin

   the very truth

      squirrelled in bits and pieces and 

    like a jigsaw puzzle

                                           strewn across the muddied yard

 

       

       

      

jerry-rigged 

   jury rigged
seems like a days work

      polemics 

                      pollsters 

           podiatry 

what else ya got 

simple 

simon sez 

go back 

two steps 

for every one 

forward

     but don't listen to him
keep moving
     dogs bark but the limos keep rolling

 

the truth can't cash
 these checks your mouth keeps writing

the truth can't cash

these irregular 

   wanton days 

  delivery 

 of rain soaked 

newspapers 

feet covered in 

rubber-banded 

 plastic bags 

    riding 

on   

riding 

on

 

   

my memory
  like broken pottery
   cast into the sea
      worn smooth
     and rounded

a stony 

brew 

 left through 

the pickled cartoon 

    shenanigans:

two coyotes 

                    and a badger

 fearless fly 

             comes to save the day

                           but still armageddon in the news

                         the bar is lowered again 

                             so you head to the bar 

                     forget 

forget 

forget 

                believe not 

    believe the worst 

if you will

        acme tnt 

        painted tunnels 

    THIS WAY ------>>>>>>>

       meep 

       MEEP 

  somehow we rise from the explosion

   with a dumbfounded look

                  hair and face scorched again

      

    

   

Tiberius 

was no longer 

              interested

  he fled 

            to the beautiful isle

   the gem 

 the jewel 

       in the sea

Tycho Brahe

           lost his nose

       in a duel 

                   the astronomer 

      saw 

                       a nova stella

    and wrote it down 

              some said his artificial nose

  was gold 

  others silver

                                                 but

                                                         when they exhumed him

  they found traces 

of brass

                           no matter

we didn't go to the blue grotto

  that day 

    she was 

   a bit too persistent

          instead we 

                                         hiked (or did we take a trolley?) to the church 

   on the mountain top 

    we had lunch 

    in the back 

   and nearly 

got shot 

  by a pheasant hunter 

       he ran off with the bird

  under his arm 

 unharmed 

in the water 

I found 

 smooth stones 

    but not stones-

    pieces of glazed ceramic

worn smooth

and rounded 

 by the sea

  

         

the braun

e-stein 

    equi-tide 

galvanization demands 

 purged of articles 12 and 15

                        -footloose bombardment of non-nucleide imparcelment slippers

    syntax corrected on the 11th of November 

   Messrs Q &R

                                            sympathetically incentivized 

                                                                 toward animalistic tendencies 

                                       displaced said slippers 

                                    on the dirty landing -

        the steerage photos

   albumen 

   stood encased by 

 the window   

    until gerdie slipped 

and broke them 

                     summarily dismissed

 

i forgot
 the tide
 the time
 we took
 to get here
       now looking back
it just doesn't seem
right
the
way
you write it down
  where's the emptiness
    where are the dead spaces in between
 still,
you seemed to think
nothing has changed
   but
there's a world of difference
     now
   what is it
 something stupid
i'm sure
  not worth consideration
so fuck it
       play another song
 how does that one go

 

Charybidis
    sweet nectar of the streets
   befouled
     and ancient
like the faeces
of the gods
     bright brilliant
morning
gifts given
the miracles become
     pedestrian
       jupiter
saturn
mars
    a panopoly
 of
   heavenly bodies
   leaving only their
offspring
war famine disease
 love treachery inspiration
  we can read the stars
      gravitational waves
    move tide and time
but not the freaking traffic!
    

oh 

the dear bonnie 

 lads 

      so youthful and 

                                        filled

 with spirits 

 ghosts now wander 

these halls 

                 lives spent 

                          some taken 

                                      some given

 but still 

we live on 

                    and new blood

    is spilled 

                   wine is spilled 

                  we drink the 

  wine 

     it ain't Jesus's

      but the blood of 

the grape 

the caryaitids
  circled the light
as we
set up
the
   streets
     down in the
  acreage
     the chemistry
was
  evident
    some strided
others ran
 the words were too much
   so they
passed large vials
   of glass
   between the
coconut palms
   one man had a pet mountain goat
another
 a dwarf pygmy tiger
    electronics were suffering
we steadied our ohms
   on the kitchen table
 the one with the red and white
checked tablecloth
 

defiant 

   truculent 

    ambiguous 

             but the blues 

                       keep raining 

                        down 

hey 

fats 

 so long 

(not you)

    

   walkin blues 

              still

           strap your boots 

    on 

                                  we got whiskey 

   yeah but 

        my head hurts

                                       the sugar daddy man 

                       can't 

                              slide that bottleneck 

                          the rain is letting up 

        i'm keep on 

keepin on

 

 

 

  

a
stones throw
from
the pickle
you're in
not
 a casual embrace
but
you
 steel
yourself
 for a fortnights
misgivings
  then throw the swim trunks on the bed
 and try to
reach that
gin and tonic
 slide
     braced again though
you wished
for nothing else
 strange
how things
can change
  so quickly

Dominique Lowell ©1992

sighted

 the 

 carrier 

   pigeon 

     endless sights

 from 

beyond 

3rd st

      taking a brown bag 

 bottle 

from your pocket 

and walking 

walking 

until    the poetry 

catches up

     some barrier 

to your senses

 something that wasn't there 

 before 

but now 

you can't shake

 

  

why did I buy that
 I was looking for inspiration
  something new
 something different
something
fucking
anything!
 haha
 oh well
 I'll wear my fart on my sleeve
so to speak
 tear up the stupid
with more stupid
 the tepid
the uncontrolled
 the waistrel
pissing it away
   something is saved
though
something

day one
seemed like a dream
it didn't really go so well
    people texting
wandering around
 talking to an artist for
a really long time
in his garage studio which opened into
a giant work space
  he gave me a hit of LSD in foil
god knows when I would do that!
 he was kind and he was busy working as we talked
moving the little wood shapes
on the board -
from the top the shapes looked in a regular geometric pattern
  but from the side view
they were going all different directions
 tension amongst the order
hidden tension

Sin
Synergistic
    Singing
In Sing Sing
Upstate
Up the
River
In Ossining
  Past the
Robber Barons
To the land
Of groundhogs

Spotted
   psyche
On the
stone steps
 fallen leaves
 Spotted and red
flush
With the
   seasons
 fated prevarications
  The blindered horses
   In Central Park
   Turning their heads
   To look me in the eye
 

Stranded
   O The jersey shore
     Aaron Burr
   In Weehawken
 Now some kind of sanitation
Pipe on the small beach
   I'm duelling
  With my lethargy
Hiding in movie theaters
   Stalking the wild
New York day visits
  The A line
To the L
The 4, 5, or 6 to the Upper
East Side
  The robber baron
Mansions
Collected great works
  And lived like
Yer mom
 Oh sorry
That just popped out
  Eating like every day
Food
  Spicy tuna triangles
Pull here
1,2,3

the 

egalitarian

diffusion 

techniques:

  stir gently 

then 

whip!

add

   three 

spoonfuls 

of 

     cynicism-

 mix liberally/conservatively

  with 

    an ounce 

                          of apathy and a dash of narcolepsy-

               strain to bursting 

thru 

  cheesecloth

     pour out

                                        the majority of everyone's benefits

 and serve

as angry

voices

                      on social media

some
    kind
    of
  virus
   respiratory
       coughing
      head congested
     thing
going
around
 
 but that
didn't
stop
  me from
going out last night
because
I'm
an
idiot
 haha!

ragweed
   pollen count
  on
 a 84
degree
  day
in
     San Francisco-
summer
  comes in
fall-
  remember that!

some robot
   mind
left
     the perimeter
meted out
gains
    and steadied
the accents
  an apoplectic
      psychosis
          stole
into
several
layered
   ruminants
and
and
and
  the venal
props
were
    sent
   to be
marshalled
   in Fremont

alligator 

  wine 

    mix it 

  up 

but look out for 

mice!

                

the 

craft world 

the lovely 

crafted world 

 a beacon to 

the light 

of nights

stowed like 

 a raccoon 

on a hi speed train 

jack kerouac'd 

to death

  some sonic 

misapprehensions

 like a rat faced 

insinuation

to a starving ghetto

blaster 

eating 

pupusas 

by candle light 

in a bombed out building 

 in Gaza

with the tv on 

 and no electricity 

how do they do it 

don't ask

still the mice 

are in the 

cabinet 

and we shine the 

polish

 on the police cars

 talking 

about 

this or that 

it's another day

in Brisbane, CA

and we have to go 

pick up the 

marijuana

drowning in a sea
       of stupidity
               say,
wtf
     oh it's not
    tear open the package
     who ordered this
         you did!
   no
I didn't
    did you have the
foresight to see
      yes
yes I did!
oops
more lies


   

dried out 

sequins broken 

               on the floor 

                       six vodka tonics

       the sunlight 

                asks for 

           nothing 

            

                    

he said no
ear buds
   c'mon down and check it out
he said it's not like it used to be
   I used to go there and
  have breakfast sitting looking at the bay
  they had this big long bar inside
  it was a giant empty space
    i think it was a dance club at night
    but I only ever went for breakfast

                       the world's
worst
     thanks
i made it myself
       touched by a janitor
            the
     lost writings
of a
    beat sorcerer
          living in the
       real world
  unfazed
  by
esoteric
   messages
     (gadfly)
              he had the
hoarder
 gene
   collected
       takeout
containers
   NO WASTE
      but that's neither here nor there
             somewhere a Winchester house
is being built
in the back of your mind
   

  klunked 

the 

                              head bone 

  on 

one dismal 

    day

         itchy 

 scratching 

            worried 

                  - not fun 

 somehow
    seldom
     reading
the
news
  blues
            still
wtf
     

the quiescent 

mind trick 

                               sad eyed lady of the

     stormy meanderings 

 in remote control 

landscapes 

 barrel riders 

and hoop dancers 

       we pledged the worthy

 sacrosanct 

                            duck and cover 

                                         kiss your ass goodbye

  nuclear pledge 

                                    unchastened by kool aid 

                                         and cherry pop tarts 

 stinky 

     bottles of booze 

               tiparillos 

                          and lids 

                       of weed

    qualuudes and snorting 

speed 

      fucking around in playgrounds 

      sex in giant cement 

pipes

  we did that 

                 and watched the cops drive up

                        fuck it and ran

                stupid fat cops 

         cut your hand on the fence 

laughing

           and scared

     

            

       

    

there was no
 casual explanation
      you could blame society
you'll be ok
maybe not
  still
it's like the Batman
  theme
 POW!
    BLAM-O!
       CRASH!
 it's too hot in here
       J frank Parnell
never said
  what
fuck that
   
   

I threw

the 

I ching 

and got 

                Dog Day Afternoon

                         "Sonny. I can't do it!"

"Okay, let him out. Let him out!"

    still there 

were other possible 

 meanings maybe 

The Plugz

                              or a quesadilla with mayo

something's not adding up

      a photo from the 295

       backside 

                                                 where the rubber meets the road 

said the man from Goodyear

 or was it Firestone 

throw the sticks again 

muchacho

 

 

the 

faceplant 

caracole -

      the 

                    cuauhxicalli 

on his tummy

   Chacmool

   moments 

      in the moment

                seething 

                                    there's a fly in here

           hamaka 

   sleeping 

             so long Garci Crespo

con gaz

     don't drink 

   the coca-cola

signs

       everywhere

at the 

Boca de Tomatlan 

                                    the road goes inland

              dogs wandering aimlessly 

    ridiculously underfed

                           ribs jutting out 

     silver rings on trays

       

   

 

             

static
on the bedstand
   bleeding cups
      and torn
books
    fog and sun and rain and lightning
  searching through the notes
"a reciprocated dormant equilibrium
is calibrated in non-effusive stasis"
huh
  the blinds are
halfway up or halfway
down
   still
  I'm wearing socks and sleeping during
the day
yawn
  banging at the headboard
     sending postcards
to Maine
    writing but not reading
time to change
  it up

shopping
in the
   quagmire
  being led
down passageways
 to raiders shirts
    for twenty six bucks
  sized up
and
down
   old pumas
   so dirty
in need of retirement
   salespeople
hiding
 in the wings
     a gate opens
      they fly away
    we escalate
  to sales
floors
   trying on
 the old face
    for a new
smile
 but the security
device
on
your face
   goes off
   purple ink
    everywhere
 you run
 and get tackled
   by an elderly woman
   in the accessories dept
she buys you tea
  and you talk about her
niece
who's at
Bennington
studying communications

 

stuck in
mobile
    sinking
like an
 aqueduct
    the river runs
off
yer back
quack!

some
grasp
 at straws
    others
spill the beans-
 coffee beans -
  others don't have
their meds
  and stand out in the middle of the street
at 6:30 am
  talking to themselves
     and then follow you into the cafe
       and make Ali cry

the ostrich 

   ran past 

  the party 

     you swore it happened 

  Aunt Rachel 

       said you were dressed nicely 

    which meant she 

   probably thought 

     stripes 

     and polka dots 

 didn't belong together

     

maitre' d of the
 orange juice
      stationed
like
  revolving arcs
      petty bourgeous
tap taps
 the swing is full
     we sleep beneath
the jungle gym
  and the stars
throw headlights into our eyes
       

prying
the flowers
from your
eyes
    with sturdy
manipulation
   you broke a glass
threw it
actually
at the waiter
 the police were being called
 but you paid them off
with hundred dollar bills
   and then we went to Arby's

the beach was 

like a refrigerator door  

 that wouldn't shut 

    we sank into our places 

 in the sand   

the sun 

was blistering 

   the laptops frozen

    we called for lattes 

 but no one heard

        someone 

down the way 

had a radio

playing Maybelline 

   over and over 

     we built a fort out of driftwood 

                                       and Pringles

  but the philistines 

kept coming 

the buoyant dreamer
  Swiftian
   using the drooping eye
as a failsafe
  avoidance technique
rummaging through
cantilevered prognosii
 in a maze of linoleum hallways
   "is there gas in the car?"
overhead
   the smoke
 from fires hundreds of miles away
 in a heat wave
 cars honk
   people sweat
     
  
 

 a river of
crosses
 and crossbows,
hallucinating,
you saw
   an ocean filled
 with Coca-Cola bottles,
     close,
very
close
to west cliff
    now
just bits of plastic
   from Isla de Mujeres
   to Alaska

   

the day of
the hammer
    not claw
    or ballpeen
        I guess mallet
 or small sledge
    to vanquish thine
enemies
    to crush their skulls
     dash out their brains
      mangle their fingers
        an effective tool
          since ancient times
now I just need a winged
helmet

stuck in the 

    slot 

        you watched 

but left feeling 

less than - 

 echo that 

   the fabric 

reminded you of 

      old sidewalks -

less than that 

 you wore an 

overcoat 

  on the greyhound to NY

  sling 

sly 

some 

stupid 

        the city of alphabets

                                    and drunks in doorways 

1982

    two years away 

              in the back room were cutouts of nude women 

taped to the wall

    it smelled like fixer 

                                   you still have the photographs 

                                                 somewhere

style 

    cues 

 mark 

the territory 

          words 

are 

       you kidding

                   shoes 

         shoes 

      shoes 

           see the world 

             fly away 

                                            everything is changing

  

with 

the late night light 

shining 

                                 (thoughts of bb guns)

   and a large truck passing by 

           a silver painted hand gun

         a broken back

                                                   old copies of mad magazine

             taking LSD

     and playing frisbee

                                                                you wore mirrored aviator glasses

              (now you're dead!)

spit 

trees /////

    wait-

are you?

     no 

not that...

                                  somewhere, I think

     I'm the one 

 who

       /////

   you always 

 do that!

              ah maybe that's why...

 

 

  

baffled by the
   funghi
      fungo
morning fog
   white
 grey
concrete
 motorcycles
   serendipitous
      glucose
        meters
             neon
   with a
"sincere smile"
     suspended animation
   wily e
     see?
no, not really
  the tunnel is just painted on
  
 

some
inebriated
   masses
  at
the pulpit
   of
 negligence
         woke and bespoke
   sharing
nothing
  caring
not at all
and
 proud of it
 like shameful
     wrecks
on
the sea
   talking about
how
beautiful the water is

He never went to Vietnam
  He's not Jewish
  Liam and me
  we're gonna fuck you up
    Damn it Walter

sometimes you eat the bar
   and sometimes the bar eats you

the fierce
  endemic
ritual
  sneezes loudly
     some still sacred cows are
pasturing in the violence
  great
   leave the broken stone walls
      battered
   and
provoked
   there's no shade
 there's no
rocks under the snakes -
 nothing is hidden
   that you don't already know

     
  

why
the wherewithall
   the somnambulist
     centers
the stony bridge
 seeks
and escapes
the narrow confines
   of his own doing
    yet still
     seems sleepy
    shakes the ice coffee
      the ice rattles
footsteps in vans
 worn and stickered
    reading the pavement messages
     "joey"
    "this city sucks"
     "jewish"
    a man runs through traffic, laughing
  

flowers didn't exist
  when there were dinosaurs
nor did donuts
or any number of things
 mammals were mostly small things
they took to flying
 birds are the only modern dinosaurs so
they say



 

Careering
   down a mountain side
    catch your breath
       and watch the sun
burn a hole in the
...
 


 

the bent freezer of Samadhi
   burgers and
roller coaster
  wait staff

PUM/POP ©2006

I guess the advocacy of tin cans as shoes was not a
defining moment in my circuitous
route to Happiness

Nonetheless, things being as they were, I was intrigued by
the notion of memorizing
a reasonable contextual event,
in my memory, as it were

Therefore I eased the brakes on the 2003 Astro van®
and thought about the White Rabbit (not a car)
It was called a Caribe in Mexico (the car)
-some unsavory mechanic in Puerto Vallarta
stole it from my aging father

I was there (in Mexico) to deliver the sad news
that his brain was getting smaller (physically)
He accepted the news and then attempted to move
a light bulb on the ceiling because it was "too close to the ceiling fan
and might shatter"
it had been in the same place for fifty years
I steadied the ladder as he removed the bulb

down by the
 sun
   drenched
 alligator
  tears
you cried
  I built a log house
  filled with desperation
  and bad jokes
  and bad poetry
it was nice for a while

i gotta keep moving
  there's no rain
    blues falling down
       i'm standing at the crossroads

I guess I sold my soul
  sometimes you just don't know
    he seemed like a nice guy
       his face seemed a little red

(beatrice has a phonograph
   but it ain't got no winding chain
      -we played it on the sofa
   we played it side the wall
   my needle has got rusty
   it will not play at all)

Sketchy

a real shit show
   back it up
 the streets are full
       don't talk like that-
    you memorized the entire poem
and would recite it for a nickel
   at the dinner table
       penny a minute
     listening to julian bream
play portugese arias
  still the pumpkin pie was homemade
as was the whipped cream
and coffee
after much wine
le blanc de blanc
  you stumbled out into the hot sun
to whisper to the lizards
   run run or i'll grab your tail
   

HARD PALATE ©1999

the ambitious ambiguity
        amphibious
           and amplified
                appealed
                   like an apple
                       apprehended
                           with aplomb

Cendrars NGFF

serial monotony
like a toad
      like  a road
    serial thoughts
         seemingly original
        serial thinking
 our thoughts
think us
 stuck on the road of thought
        the pattern
               repeats
                   in endless decay
simplicity and complexity
   so hard to see
we're the white lines or the dead armadillos
    'the middle of the road'
     stuck in the headlights
         danger
               bison crossing
                   the train derails
                   if it comes off the track
                   be a headlight
cool Colorado range
 head out
light out
   get off the road
         of decay
                               
 

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stone faced allegories
  I'm sleepy
 I hear noises
  boom
ka-boom
   oh, no, that was last week
  now, just the wind rattling the blinds
and the door
  sleepy
  sleepy
sleepy
 
  

Life in Sunset Magazine

a stone of a thought
dropped on my foot
   I swerve and
think about the town of Mendocino
 how we used to go there for quaint california weekends
we'd bring sweaters
and eat some kind of clam chowder maybe
or did I make that up
   you couldn't really get to the ocean
because of the cliffs
so we'd walk around the town looking at houses with little fences
festooned with shells and old buoys
  and other sea related junk

cancel the stars
     send out a letter
          shore up the mountain
               write on the road
      there's a wave
    coming
      i see it
in my eye
  dots
 and speckles of blood
     you lay on your back
  staring at the pitch black night
     it's dark
   it's very fucking dark
  still you can hear people throwing bottles
    and yelling
     something is burning
      put another log on
        you think
before the fire goes out

the cause of the
curse
 stern and bubble eyed
     like a rabbit
disembowelled
   - staring at the reeds
          watching birds fly
      no one is watching
    a steady stream of tourists
   taking photos
 a lady is selling embroidered blue jeans
       $150
  the smell of pine trees
and dust
     mixed with the diesel exhaust
EAT
 we get back in the car
     and head to Tucson

trojans
too small
       stick a bird on it
    stuck in the craw
  I'm not trying!
it's too hot
and i'm itchy
    spores
and a black cat
  at 4 am
people wandering
randomly
in the bright moonlight
     yeah just
some baking soda
  old boy
   there was a third man
     stop acting like a fool
 a parrott bit my finger
   go sleep in the van
   smoke a cig
  drink some
iced tea