whoa
 what
silent
   sinking into
        sleep
  sneezing
   and
      stupid
  burned out


   

Dominique Lowell Grove Street SF

David Ochs Keenan in SF (late night)

Astrid from Norway in SF  10/2013

mal
quid
pro quo
   erasterized
    to the vein
       stuffed in josh's backpack
       sent from
this world
  to a dark place
  but wait
   there's music!
       playing
 i can see
   the sound
      washing
over
  the sea
     i can hear
the ocean
  breathing
   wa woosh
    wa woosh
        i hear a billion suns
in our galaxy
   a billion galaxies
  i hear carl sagan
    on tv

College V  UCSC 1978

                                

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the monster crows
his violence
    sad
sad
sad
     they speak of whys and wherefores
   and telenovelas
     judges in robes
look down
  and judge
    i guess it's their job
everyone thinks
 and talks
   some promote
  a way things should be
    the way X is supposed to be!
ill omens
on the sidewalk

 mercury montegos
 long rusted
   and text messages
about dying at twenty
     he was gone before the eighties even began
like that trail
on napali
   slippery
muddy
 rain
"some stupid hippie probably killed himself"
   so mean
     people being people
        what's wrong
with shitting where you eat?
is it better than kraft mac and cheese
nothings better!
and people die
  that's just what happens
  every day
 still hope
is not bs
   just saying
when do we start to feel it
   should we take more

the yield
unfolded
   it's warm heart
to the winter
 we smiled
and watched
 the yellow screen
  and sipped our boba tea
    whilst sharpening
the translucent steel blades
of the Maquettian shore dripper
   in the distance a lone
whistle blew
  shrilly
 ouch my ear!

crash the bloody mantle
 a stones throw
skewer the bleeding hearts
 a million miles from nowhere
   on the way 'you see
 the dark carrion crow
   shadows of a remorse unlived
  into the field of vision
 one bright green orb
     a holocaust of
 conundrums
played against the marker
 bets are even
 you who prayed
    and were preyed upon
dark mistress
to the gods
   cloaked in ermine and wilderness lichen
   the babys cradle
      left under the stars
carried away by a one horned satyr
  and delivered to no one
 

oh the brook where
 we walked
 by the stone bridge
beneath you found odd
   trinkets
     a baseball home plate
        and you took it home
            and your father said you stole it
              

the natural base e
   an irrational number
    tuned to
       now that you've found another key
           you're still a rich man baby
              but can you play the clavioline
(not with an orange)

something
 rode the
bare
faced lie
 another day
 we would sigh
 oh shucks
and pass the way
 again
 

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