tantamount 

 to 

                         "I'm tired!"

but the bottle 

                                     was just sitting on the bar 

                                                  (in a brown paper bag)
   she said 

 get a cup
                                                I gave her a caramel

SHE LEFT THE BOTTLE 

          SITTING RIGHT ON THE BAR
   then she went to find Josh 

                              who was seriously screwy eyed 

       probably 

trippin 

   balls 

                                                 he was at Double Dutch

                 then we went to the five 

and it was boring

three eyes 

 don't see 

 where the wicked 

 work their 

     sorry 

 excuse                     

 g 

 is 

    done 

     everywhere is something 

        the threads in the 

                  stolen blankets 

     who steals blankets 

                             the star -like train ride 

         berthed in snow banks 

                     another day 

                                say hi!

 a draft
 of drowsy
 beer
 senses
  sitting
 by the pool
    settlers in covered wagons
roll by
  worried about indian attacks

keep the reasons 

on your 

right 

   but 

 before you 

 get out of 

    line 

     watch 

 your feet 

       the mexico city 

    sidewalks 

                           are a bit dangerous 

    i had a friend who lost an eye 

 poked from 

                a piece of rebar 

                                sticking out of a building 

    now she's called 

                            Villainess Patty

                               but she loves her dogs
   one of the dogs also 

     has only one eye 

          his name is 

          Leroi

    "the king"

             not sure how he lost his 

        maybe also dangerous 

                sidewalks 

     or homeless curs 

                lots of them around here 

                                                                most are too skinny to be dangerous though

  the fleas though 

       they'll kill you in a heartbeat

                the other dogs 

is Rembrandt

      not sure why 

    maybe the brown fur
     he's a big lovable thing 

       always drooling on 

   everything 

        he loves churros 

     but the villainess 

                        won't give them to him very often 

"they're not good for him"

          smart villains take care 

                of their dogs

 

whoa simple
 what's that
 musky odor
     is it raining out?
      the dirt gets lifted
         the redwoods smell so good
              it's like they're talking
                "hey come on over
                     and hang out"

still

life 

 movie life 

                                 broken Ansel Adams life

        stood 

 before 

     the easel

              and pleaded

                                              for a moment of light   

   zone III

 maybe 

    I dunno

       Dektol

       reciprocity

     add 

       more time 

                           or more light   

       expose for the shadows

                                          develop for the highlights

    

 pink
roses
  in December
   I don't think they know
what's going
on

step
  step
 step
   stepping
on your
face
   oh
 no
    just looking for
      my soul
magical hands
    put them on my shoulders
       please
  oh
 yes
   trained cellist hands
are strong
    but we're just drinking
here
   

klaxon horn
       pried yr soul
 w loud blast
 behind
    the guilt
you stepped up
   and watched
the scene go by
    no never mind
 f it
  go back
go back
  to the gold soundz
    but the
 revolving doors
    are still there
        the sparkling water
    le blanc de blanc
stray
   stay away
 from the rusty door handles
    you can open a world of pain
  or you can walk away
  right now

ludwig made a boat
out of a tangerine peel
   it smelled good
  he floated past
Wendy's soft drink cups
  and various other sundry garbage items
"What a mess!"
   he reached the mouth of
the great ocean
named George
  "We meet again, George!"
he exclaimed

Leonard Cohen bought a compound bow
and shot an arrow into
the Statue of Liberty
  near her shin
  he took the ferry back to the city
   and was arrested
and sent to Rikers Island
  he met a young black man who
had been there for three years
because another kid said he stole his backpack
  he had never been tried
   Leonard looked at his arms
while the young man
 recounted his plight

snivelling
 sniffling
 brain washer
   walking the pool
hall
  looking for
 a shot
 at
the eight ball
   scratched again
  guy at the end of the bar
is yelling at his live in girlfriend
 -time to go home!
-run of the mill
 for these drunks -
    still, I always seem
to have a good time