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