Desperate characters
  All of them
 Roaming around
 In Hyundais
 And gazebo bound
 Silk flowers in their mind
Loving the day

Clap the
Fuss
 And bandywine
  Sterile magnetic force
 Turn April into May
June to August
 And then
 Caesar will let the cats free
 To walk with you
 In silence
  The newsperson will shout
And scare them off
   on tv
  And other places

Oh sad
drivel said sad drivel
 Sad
 Return again through
Barren nights
   Stupidly
    Stacked
Everywhere
  Returning
 Broken and
    Bullet creased
Dire in the
  Dead streets of
 Memnonic devices
Watching the clouds
Over head
 Till sand rushes out
 Sand of a thousand eyes
Sand of a thousand tongues
  Talking incessantly
Talking
Drizzling
  A thousand times a thousand
Times ten thousand more
Containers of pennies and handkerchiefs
  Left in the sand
Waiting for godot
Waiting for Dune
Waiting for archimbaldo
And his vegetable head
 Waiting for a ticket
 To get on a train
 And get out of here

The arduous
Existence
Of light
 And memory
 Try to breath
 Run
  Feel the air in your hand
 Your hair is
No longer
Golden and
Orange
  Step fast
Now
 See the cars piling up on the highway
Guess where you will be
In ten years
 Or just wait
 Everything comes
  Across the Rockies

Why would you freeze
 By the northern sky lights
Like a deer
 Like a doe
 Like moe
   Whacked in the head
By a two by foe
 Slipping on the
 Cocaine highway baked Alaska job site
 See?
 What you said?
 It is what it is
 Or not
Maybe it isn’t
 But it’s still
Far lit blue eyed turbulence

We swam in the pool
The water was lovely
  Summer is nice
  I’m going to the east coast
In September
 He named his son Sony
Like the company
  But we are still friends
 At least until he gave away my
Herbie Hancock ticket
But you know
Or maybe you don’t
 Either way
 Summer is nice

Say what
What is that
 Oh Carl Yastrzemski
 I can spell his name
 The sky is like innings
   

His kitty kat
Is dead
 It’s a fucking bummer
  This
 After all that
Lonely soul earth SEA
CRASHING  with that fucked up mule
 Who is that mule?
 Freaking Dante at the
 Gates of Hell
  And God up there
 On that steep ass mountain looking down
 One little light on
Just some carpenters working at night
    Where was Henry?
 Was even there
 And the he says
 Fuck it
 I’m getting OUTTA here
 Packing up his little rucksack
 Hitches past the American families
Starched and feminized
 To the bus station
 And on to Ferlinghetti
  Who tells him yr kitty is dead
 Dang this just the first fifty pages
 And I remember the
 Sweet wine nightmares to come
Jeez!

Do you even know know what I’m saying
  No no no way
 There not
Thing there’s
 Just nothing
 Beyond
D the cupboard
 Beyond the
 Fancy word smith
Of feeling effigy
 Strange fruit
  Hanging well
The wedding is on
Somewhere else
So there’s that

what face 

portends 

death-defying acts 

of streamlined chrome

rear mirror joy?

look back into the sunrise

drive on through

the cactus infested 

heatland

borrowing thoughts from

cans of cold Miller beer

passing the night signs 

still lit

and glowing

we need to get breakfast somewhere

I heard 

from the back of my brain

flappity flap uh flap

create 

time 

stand still 

like a bullet 

gasping 

grasping holding your side 

some time 

the days 

are just days 

days and days 

 what time are we meeting

the movie has been changed 

no you can't leave early 

see 

there it is 

right at the end of the row 

   I'm full of 

popcorn

 and the floor is sticky 

Boris Karloff please 

Lon Chaney 

 travelling through my mind 

 create light 

stand and jump 

hop and giggle 

feel your pulse 

it's beating

hey is that
 a billion stars in your
 pocket
 or are you just...
  oh golly gosh
     what star would you go to
if you had your druthers
   say how about
THAT ONE?
   which one?
      hmm
    

Crosscut 
    brush strokes
    of evil death
eyed landscape painters
  interspersed
with Venusian
   tirades - what ?
   say whatshisname
  whitman-esque
    re-writings
on a dead planet
   waiting to be retrieved
by the bar code bar graph
reality seekers
of Katmandu-

Waiting for
 the embrace
   of a warm cantina
 in the face of California
  summer coastal fog
    one tired
  out by 12:30
   and now they serve
margaritas
 but by the pitcher?
  probably not...
     we could walk the sand
and watch the seagulls
practice
   their french fry
dive bombing
   but still laying here
 waiting

back to the scene
   of the crime
      guilty as charged
   with littered birthday cards
      scattered on the shoulder
  some ignition module sensor camshaft snafu
    but what if
        ahh too late for that now!
 now we have kids and red hot links
    cyanobacteria
      and barking Kenny
    Reg is chill
 and ladies in swimsuits
    and beer
 more and more BEER
   and G&T's oops
   crawl back into the
van
 and
pass out,
  good night
    

drowning in the
    sea of flame
           holding hands
    with the twins
 we go round
    and round
         round we go
           round and round

talking to someone
   else
 but hey I PAID for these
      tickets
 oh never mind
      la dee da
       she said
      like a shark, I
       guess
  still there's only so much time
in a creative gladiator ring
     send in the
 beast of prey
    I'll swim for the
      border