Saturday, September 23, 2017



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
   

Thursday, September 21, 2017



  klunked 
the 
                              head bone 
  on 
one dismal 
    day
         itchy 
 scratching 
            worried 
                  - not fun 
 somehow
    seldom
     reading
the
news
  blues
            still
wtf
     

Wednesday, September 20, 2017



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



     
            
       
    

Monday, September 18, 2017












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


 
 

Thursday, September 14, 2017

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
       

   
 
             

Wednesday, September 13, 2017



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



Tuesday, September 12, 2017



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

 

Monday, September 11, 2017



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


Sunday, September 10, 2017



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


Saturday, September 09, 2017

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
     


Friday, September 08, 2017


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
       



Monday, September 04, 2017



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

Sunday, September 03, 2017



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
     
  
 

Thursday, August 31, 2017


 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



Wednesday, August 30, 2017

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!)

Monday, August 28, 2017



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
  
 

Wednesday, August 23, 2017


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

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


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

Sunday, August 13, 2017



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

     
  

Friday, August 11, 2017



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
  

Thursday, August 10, 2017


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


Saturday, August 05, 2017



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)




Friday, August 04, 2017


















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
   

Sunday, July 23, 2017


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











Cendrars NGFF

Friday, July 21, 2017

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
                               
 

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Wednesday, July 19, 2017


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
 
  

Sunday, July 16, 2017

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


Friday, July 14, 2017



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

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


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



Sunday, July 09, 2017

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

Thursday, July 06, 2017

Thursday, June 29, 2017

the consumptive
gunfighter
  laid low and seeking out the
--- wishful dry dock monotony
   stalled in sullen
bullet riddled
   euphoria
     steadies himself
and aims
  falls
 and gets back up
   too late
the
 campesinos
have fled
   with their pitchforks
he sighs
and
 lays back down
      takes a comic book
from the shelf
dusts it off
  tears off a bit of a page
and rolls
 up some tobacco
   lights it up and turns
on the tv
match game 73 re-runs
    with Gene Rayburn




Wednesday, June 28, 2017

supports
like feet
of clay
    the sun is painful
   

Sunday, June 25, 2017

sad eyed secretions
mounted like a deerhead
   stacked in an odd display
at the back of the hardware store
  where you bought a metric wrench
to fix the Datsun's leaky spigot
   you left a trail for 3 miles back

 


74 el dorado
burned in the bushes
                 once your dad drove it to the mountains
                - his friends climbed every numbered peak in California
  but the real story was
how many pieces of chicken Nathan ate
  at the all-you-can-eat bbq 
it was a boring story
   
on the crispy
drag down
knockout
   barroom
 mayhem
revelations
    ----- you sat at the foot of the Buddha
    renouncing
nothing - impure thoughts
washed over you
   

Thursday, June 15, 2017

the practical 
consumption 
     of alcohol
      in 
 expressly 
       day drinking 
 seems
   seemed     
   slightly 
     (or more)
                               like a good idea 
 to honor 
the memory 
         but 
in practice 
     led to the eating 
         of steamed potstickers 
with spicy pepper oil
    and some gastric distress
   actually though
   probably 
                   very appropriate
but fuck appropriate 
 the bar was dark 
   and it was a beautiful day
    earlier we went to look for 
  whales 
   

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

spillage,
    the unforeseen  
the teetering
          of a shelf
    some semblance of the past
 decayed
 dusty
dirty
  strung out
    and broke
  pedalling in the night
to an unknown destination
     grave robbers
         saying me me me
              ( I could be in Yelapa right now)
     metaphor;
        the tick
the trick
   the wanton disease
   caressed
   by the thought
lady in night
     WOMAN in
the street
    all signs
forget it
   stay away
      keep out
         no trespassing
             motherfucker
   

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

    
        Dominique


               she od'd years ago
turned blue and fell down the stairs
   then became a profligate
drinker
   OE 800 in a chimney sweep
hat
     black dress
photographed lounging
  on piles of black garbage bags
on the sidewalk
 or,
clutching
a doll's dismembered head
or, just sitting in a room
standing
  a latch key poet

Burn it down
she said
BURN IT DOWN


-in a movie
     pregnant girlfriend of the kid
who gets suckered into buying
  a huge stereo system.

singing at the bar
       eerie harmony
two sorrowful voices
       everyone stopped
but that was years ago
    before she left
and went back to Detroit
  to raise her baby,
oh baby
 








  
heavy slumber,
 like a bear sleeping on your
head
        someone texts
about going to see whales
 
 

Sunday, June 11, 2017

cosmic chemtrails
 across your
sky/mind
   the theories are piling up
    every way is possible
you've seen the result
now guess the cause
tinfoil hat life
 protect the chosen ones
 aerial rabbit ears
  noses twitching
smell the electricity
RUN!
or just hop
    to another view
 reaffirming
  in the antechamber
    crushed by velvet conspiracies
       "I KNOW, I KNOW!"
turning to Nature
   though,
  see a thousand colors-
shades of browns, greys, blue, red, & yellow
I guess
  forget about it

Monday, May 29, 2017

plethora
         fuctate

empire of the
          unintelligible

fog blows in
   
is extremist

 grasshoppers
    are political

frogs?
forgetaboutit!

 

Sunday, May 28, 2017

sad
espiritu
    dominie
        the bark of the tree
 cut
and dripping
   river sways
black and white
     we seek
inside
espiritu
     saying
go
come
be
 see
 the reflection
is the reality
the dream
is
 the
mind
   the body
the
 espiritu

Friday, May 26, 2017

traveled 
the stoned 
arcade 
back door 
dreams of 
  what 
 the  
heck
   too hot 
 too sunny 
     one week 
they stole 
150 dollars 
 worth of stuff
                               he even got a windbreaker 
somebody stole some cherry cigars 
  we smoked them and felt sick
got on our bikes and split
 later it was 
md 2020
mad dog!
 

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

'twas a
donnybrook
  - eh?
    I routed the bazzerds
   your meaningless plight is without
sympathy
   I'm shopping in the five and dime
     for a vanilla cheroot
 or plastic swim toys
  but it's really not that hot out
 and the lights keep going out
    maybe a Hamm's sign
       and a cold Michelob
  from the cooler
satiric 
   strafed as 
star of Hollywood
   cement shoes 
or aggregate 
 compilation 
   the synaptic
steves
   of the pyre
 burning sleeves 
     of lace 
 and fences 
       around 10 foot high letters
 we see the bright lights 
in your eyes 
      the shadows know more 
   

 

Saturday, May 20, 2017

I had a dream
I was interviewing Donald Trump
 we were seated next to some large colonaded financial or governmental institution.
He seemed quite sweet. (?)
He said "I'll be doing this for a long time."
I said "We'll see."
Trump was trying to tell a story but couldn't remember anyone's name.
"Uhm, Melanie Klunk?"
"Colonel Klink?"
"Yes!"


Thursday, May 18, 2017









DUMP TRUMP / FREDERICK DOUGLASS / HEIL NO! © 2017

Wednesday, May 03, 2017



miracule
    drakkula
            lives!
   blood swiping
sycophant
   trudging down the
sidewalk
    see this knife?

whatooigottodo
 kick you down the stairs
    "just playin man"
 

Tuesday, May 02, 2017

the Tecate myth
infused the troops with a sense of purpose-
it was either that or
the fear of being stood up against a wall and shot
     'We hail Tecate,
as the Motivator, Redeemer,
Compatriot'
"We also stand knee deep in pig shit and try not to get our heads
blown off"
   Bastante Navarro said as they marched in
the 102 degree heat
  Bastante's mother was a programmer at the
Banque Central and his father worked in finance
  "I should be sitting in an air-conditioned office right now
checking my Facebook." He lamented
"Shut up Navarro"
  yelled his entire squad
they continued marching to the border
   
   

Sunday, April 30, 2017









th'Jesus 
Sunday
  trumpster 
            dumpster  
ignatz
   and ratfink 
   spray the roundup
                      like acid attacks
                   horrible 
        
thats 
 not all
 

Friday, April 28, 2017

smeared 
protocol
 evasive disaster 
                 maintenance 
the tenets 
       of attendance 
fused 
in particulate 
            semantics
                         upbraided by synchronous 
 sententiousness
  seriously though 
 what the fuck 
    striated errata 
               in lugubrious 
    felicity 
 mourning the loss 
       of said periwinkle 
       and ambiguity like 
redactions  

 

Sunday, April 23, 2017

morning dream

swarms of wild parrots in the trees
  two horses in the water trying to get in the truck window
    trying to crush me - had to throw them off
      sitting at dinner trying to get wine
drinking from a tiny mouthed broken wine glass
My gramma is showing a nude photo of her
taken by scientologist
(one breast is much larger than the other (?))
"we could never show it to anyone"
"grampa was a scientologist - see his chin"
someone else- "how come these photos smell so bad?"
looking out the window and suddenly my moms house (which is way out in the country)
is surrounded by condos and apartment buildings
the closest being purple gray black
i think i'm hallucinating
"does anyone else see that?
  "what, do we live in Contra Costa County now?!"
"Pappy would say we would have to move immediately"
  Lisa says yeah but look at that building (Giant las vegas style hotel across the street)
don't tell me pappy hated everything he...
  Pappy's there and says to me yeah you're right about those houses we better call the Louisville police
smiling like it's all a big joke but he doesn't know where he is
 he grabs me by the neck too hard
   T and O were visiting and we were gonna play music
so I'm carrying my amp up the stairs (with one arm)
  getting ready to set up and O is saying he doesn't want to do this just once
and I'm like dude I've been trying to get this together for months
  and I look down the arroyo and there's a giant black smoke fire down in the valley
then I see the meteor headed right for our house
it goes right through the second story of the house
 leaves a giant hole and continues flying up the valley
i run down to try to put out the fire
  but minimal fire
tamping out stove burners with my sleeve
 and my mom is saying why did you make the yard so muddy
(water truck scene with horses)
"why didn't you use the reverse water switch?"
I'm upset
" I'VE NEVER HEARD OF A REVERSE WATER SWITCH!"

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Tecate was a masterful force
  His generals took every option
    A war based on a supply of cheap Mexican beer
has its advantages
  


    
stream of thought
the rain shines
 the sun is swept into the night
streamed and strewn
    like papers on the floor
of the sky
(is that poetical?)
  yahhhhh
   


Wednesday, April 19, 2017

green paint
   a shit stained river
        suck it up
              the bombers are flying
                      
so what
   steam is billowing
        the grass is dead
            "in cafes people are reading on their computers"
   he says in Latin
       
                 you throw a tomahawk
at the sombrero
and call it a night

Monday, April 17, 2017

the sleep
monkey 
did slow motion 
cartwheels 
                           across the desert floor 
                                by a phonebooth 
                                                    people were arguing -
 who can be right?
 the most right?
 does it matter?
            to some 
                                   it matters more than
sleep itself
the phone rang
   
   
  

erstwhile
  cartography
of the rain puddles
    "some does
        and some does
this snow and ice
is gonna give your feet the blues"
 - Guitar Slim

















DUMP TRUMP ©2017

That giant pink bunny
   suit
hanging out in the lobby
   it's not raining when I go in
   oxymoron shrimp
and cocktail sauce
  a tall orange juice mimosa
  "first things first"
these pagan rituals
 demand a little refreshment
  

Saturday, April 15, 2017

i've got no rejoinder
the palm end
     yellow house
 wide wide street
       do you know it?
   No, how could you?
 it was baked in the sun
saw Jack London and Max Baer
    and Lawrence Radiation
     muggsy
  legs
 mad dog
and myself
the boss
  there was a time
when the fields
  were...

  

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

stoned 
and slurred
slandered
and slipping 
save the sos's 
for later
see the 
state of the 
ship is not sinking 
island dreams 
abound
 palm trees 
can be a good sign 
avoid the 
unavoidable 
practice what you 
practice 
too far sahib
the beam from my mind to
my money 
no brain worm 
please 
see the horizon 
straight and steady
betrixed
poly purposed
    androidenal
misgivings
       poop
poop
poop
  stem cell
    stenographer
   lay down your weary tune
         the dry answers are sweated and feared
                       stake yourself to the sun
                                 geckos are running across your arms
                                         we see the forest
                                               we see the trees
  so
what's new
     I'm planning to go to the desert 
    
silly sad
signs of the vertigo
    born under
          Alfred Hitchcock
and
Kim Basinger
 but wait!
    oh film
film
film
  no that's a cold entranceway
 to the popcorn is for everyone machine
      i'm sorry
      let's run!

fuck it!

    run!

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

daily 
syrup
  sticky 
           sweet 
bad dreams 
       the fbook
    the belt 
and the road
                       making toast at 5 am
                               after the garbage men
                                        clatter down the alley
trying to get my shit 
together 
but the full moon
mercury retrograde 
  combo 
  is fucking shit up everywhere
          they bulldozed a road to the lake 
    but not near us 
                                            dirty pillows
                            jacket's too small 
    all those pictures
why am I 
thinking 
   why am I 
eating bread 
   sourdough baguette

 
 

Sunday, April 09, 2017


Poem #71

torn pages
by hozomeen
some would care not
illiberal non editing
but those parts 
   of luminous numinous
 the mountain trail
among fir and
dirt
   surprising no
they admonish
and yet quote
  why the pilgrimage
if you
don't see "eye to eye"
   he's no angel
         ruined
himself
 hard to see
    the desolation
speaks to many 
 


poem #72

Oh,
Richard Nixon


poem #73
 
eat
arggh
and drink
be merry
    but these people
are being assholes


the orange 
tenement 
gilded with 
  gold 
   a house of 
                 cards 
          all jokers 
                  the house 
                           takes it's cut 
                             and plays it
                                           coal to the chest 
"cough"
                    a pipeline 
                                             through war crimeas
                                     the putsch-
                                every deal 
                                      is a steal 
                                
                           
            

Thursday, April 06, 2017


Didactic
    effulgence
dazzled stunned overcome
  or just bored
  looking into the light after
taking some known property
   real estate
of the neurological sub division
  sale pending!
   drive on drive on
we have many miles to go
    this looks promising
   if you like a good swamp
gators mosquitos
  green adders
or alders
   the snakey snake
shakey shake
that biblical umbilical
  cut cut
(the umbiblical cord) yes no
 don't mix your metaphors with gin
   unless it's tom collins-ish
giblet?
gimli
  don't even think it
the preacher fell into the vat
   drink your way out
of that one!
huh
   stoics in rooms reading by candlelight
 winds howl rain drips
   
 



The Tempest
   in Temphis, Mennessee
books books books
    how did they get here
   Ariel?

bootific
in serendipitous
   exculpatory
assiduousness


: parked,
the preying
   mantis
 in a green LeMans
 convertible sportster
      checking for lint
    on his polymer
nay
alien reptile figure
 not he
truly human yes
save his
    cold blooded
candor
meh
  stick it you
lousy pterodactyl
  replicant
  made in china
       or bantu bantu
      lost his swagger
momentarily
  green eye! green eye!
 
the flavonoids
    were in remittance
 provocatively
 
  dram the boson
    sear the book spines
     the letters were falling off the page
    catch them catch them
but they just looked away
    confused

   
    
   
       

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

mesmerized by
  the transmogrification
 he provided an
endless supply
   of F and No. 2 pencils,
mostly whittled down stubs,
occasionally
an HB
but it was rare,
              nonetheless,
the dusty hallways and
open spring windows
   allowed a certain sense
of being in ceramics class
  or making a silk screen t-shirt
some even made silver rings
 in jewelry class
like the time perry took lsd and came to school
or painted with
that paint that came in those
plastic bottles
what was that called?
  

Monday, March 27, 2017

case of the 
     beer case 
of 
the rick mondays
          sleep in you bastard 
    hah 
they're drilling 
                         and cutting next door 
so simple 
but so difficult 
ah the point is...
  somehow I hurt my arm
not sure what I did 
  I know...
 wth
 
 
sometimes 
the air 
feels cold 
  huh
               the concrete work went 
                                           a hundred thousand over budget 
   but they patched our walkway 
                my housemate says they drain the
casting pools in GG park
one week a year for cleaning
                                  so he's going down to skateboard
I have to take my movies 
back to the library 
   $.10 per day 
$5. maximum for adult items
                      (no, not like that- it's the LIBRARY)
and I have to move the car

Sunday, March 26, 2017


I was done yesterday
up until 5 am
  playing dice
one four twentyfour
drinking bourbon with club soda
in a tiny glass
  dancing
I couldn't get bluetooth to find the music player
wrestling
someone's ankle got twisted
 I hadn't shaved
 Growel was there
   and a guy with a hat
playing loud music at 4 am
  I think it was raining
we all stumbled out at the same time
time to go



oh I had a thought
but now it's gone
 hah
  dammit all
 something
 how quick it
zooooooommmm
  goes

oh bugger
     sigh 
see the way it goes 
down under the river 
with free flowing currents 
exceed the breath 
 and sink 
deeper 
 and deeper 
    to the surface 
wait 
the sidewalk is for walking 
                     I'm watching the man with the cat on his shoulder 
           regarding the scene
                  everyone judges 
                so there's that 
   it's not for anyone or everyone 
  what does that mean 
deeper G
much deeper!
    only no, not deeper
wrong again 
  see the swimming swimmer 
see him swim 
swim swimmer!
 

Thursday, March 23, 2017




accept 
the sunlight 
        great clouds 
      (yesterday)
    so you got cold 
    it was windy 
The March hare 
                        will cut your feet in half!
what? 
              March is windy 
              a weather poem
                                                 slightly depressed- chance of mild bouts of happiness 
continuing into the evening
 but it was cold!
         So bright outside
       Lao Tse 
was a poet
  wandering tree lover
      bush 
rock
sky
 pond 
stuff like that
   wandering the mountain crags 
                 jumping from rock to rock
           but the rain!
       and a warm pot of tea, right?
he drank lots of tea
maybe he worked at the Imperial Court
                                                    "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao"
It's not? it's like dark matter?
                       is the temporal also eternal 
yu and wu 
    
"The Tao abides in non-action,
Yet nothing is left undone."
 
attain that which precedes duality
  hmm huh?