Steal yr 

 Face 

! 

   Tore up about 

    The wind

      And torn jeans

    And torn 

Sneakers 

 And girls 

Talking downstairs

    Shut the fuck up

    Did you ever hitchhike?

        Not very far

 But yeah 

      An old Indian 

 Who lived down 

The road 

Used to give me rides into 

Town in his 

Old blue step side

Pickup

    His sister ran over my dog 

  She always drove 90 mph

      Never picked me up

        Dog survived but

Then died from blood clot 

Musta been the roses

Dog was born on Halloween

     My dad named him after a

     Foreign radio correspondent

           No Blobby Boys here!

     Still 

      Went to a show 

 On something 

  And was bored to pain

       Had to leave

    I was always super critical

Nyaah Nyaah Nyaah

                    Anyway I thought I was smart

 

     

The titan 

Moves forward 

    Arse sided

         Brimming with 

           Bb. Gun like 

 Danger

         Stupid fool headed

               Oh whatever

                The air quality

        San Francisco fog

Mixed

          With burnt tree smoke

                   Ah jeez 

     Climber change

              Still can't 

                  Not wear a mask 

In public

   

Some blightey

                      Majestum irregularity

     Stipend for the ninth

         Stood on the hood

    Of a 63 Falcon

    And watched the tractor go down the hill

       Tra la la! 

       Sweep the sky 

 With lattice matrices 

        Sway with me! 

        Oh boxed in

By thoughts 

     And dreamy 

       Worries 

 And cards of black 

    Boxes of red

      Pinball days 

         ET

And 

Dark days

Oh ho hum 

  Splat! 

Yer face 

     Mucked up 

Provisions

Bottled and bagged

          Moving the car

    And spraying it clean

       For another day

     

I’m the fortunate

 One 

        Standing on a stack of bricks

 Eyes screwed up 

 Beer bottles thrown at my head

     Cyclops jimmy 

     Won’t do a drive by

           For a hundy 

   But no matter

        The stupid Phillies are on tv

Deer in the

    Headlights

        Dog in the 

Doorway

       Bacon in the 

                    Microwave

How's your day going?

Catch 

The

      Fire

        Like a foggy day

     Surprise

 The weeds 

     With a blade

    Steer

  Clear 

 Of your Aunt Vicky

     In the sense

 Of telephones

    And cut glass

      Brazen

    Forgetfulness

    Abounds

        And the car

   Needs an oil change

          Ah hells bells

     

Stoic 

 Imbroglio 

       Dash dash dash

      Catch the ripe 

      Drops of rain

        But no

 Not here

         Send for a tour 

 Of Italy

               Amazon

Delivers -

          Laundry today 

  If not

         What

  Are you trying 

 To say

   Oh hells bells

Hell bells

 Ring ring ring

Hello Tuesday!

       Oh wait 

                               Today is Thursday

            I moved the van 

                      This morning

             

Scripted 

 Like the rain

        Standing askew

        Still sided 

       With doubts 

                      And draughts

     Stoned headlights

                                                       Rabbits and turtles and bears oh my

    Oh nothing 

 Just another steamy 

                  How do you do

Trees 

   And bottles 

       Aiming for the night sky

            Stars 

         Stupid and 

     Bars 

   Refused 

     You’re drunk

      But it’s only 11 am

             Stagger to 

        The steps 

            And down the sky 

       Blood from a broken bottle 

        Whoopsie 

                                           Aren’t you smart

    Hey you’re a good guy

                   Streets don’t care 

     They spit out people better than you

Stoic

      Plasticine

       Figures

    Of

        Political 

      Ambiguity

   Press

 The meter

          Stand on 

        Principle

           Stooped 

        Snide 

          A pile of bags 

 Filled 

  With printed 

 Emails

     About your dna

   

This

Is not 

 The 

 Expansive 

   Vision

 Of the 

 Future

   We had 

 Stufffed

      Scuffffed 

      Rebuffed

   Roadside swagger

       Standard brand 

 Multi-hesive 

           Derision 

             Tremored

        

 Roll on 

 Dead lover 

         Roll on

      See the ghosts 

          That we share 

         Naked mirror lenses

            Doing acid in Livermore

            I got nothing 

                                    No scented candles

                   No granite automobiles

                       See the buffet 

                Eat the buffet

            

 

 Why are 

   Not 

 I am 

    Steep the 

 Rocks 

  In borders 

     W silent nights

       Holy clambake 

     Buttered 

 And 

   Stolen

    Drafted in 66

    Sent 

    Away 

 To test toes

The police story 

Is not believable 

  According 

 To the prime directive

      

 Dubious 

     Alignment 

        The stars

    Are double spaced

 Spaced 

 And double spaced

  Like a certain housemate 

 Of mine

The coroner

  Stewed his tomatoes 

       With a fillet of 

  Fish

       Steamed his brain

     In kerosene 

     Stood the majestic rites

     Of Arizona Tea Can dispersion

     Bordered and boundaries 

 Small tokens 

Of fraternal organizations 

   And lucid dreaming attempts 

 Hedged in with 

     John Lilly 

            Hot tub creatures

    Two great brains 

      Oh say can you see

        Replays 

Of southern 

     Breadbox gravy rolls of fat

       And the permanent 

 Creation 

   O vista majesty! 

   Ceremonial headgear

    And this is bullshit 

 Hello

        

Summers here 

 Again 

    The fog rolled in 

                      Cool windy mornings 

                           I am the problem

“All I do is act like an asshole

                                    and suddenly I’M the bad guy?” 

NO NOT ME

I strained 

      My arm

        But pills 

 Pills 

    Sitting 

   Here 

  The deeeep 

 Window 

       The blinds 

 Are 

    Shaking 

      In the 

 Wind 

     So 

    Are the signs 

    Of metamorphosis 

 Hah!

Seeping 

 Like a sad 

 Stoned self centered 

     Stick in the blood

         What 

 No

         Read a book?

          Who has time!

           

Pleased 

 To formulate

     By empty mind 

    The oatmeal is on

 The sun is out 

        Disease imprisons us 

           We shed our skin 

       And swim 

 Where a meadow used to be 

           But hey

 But hey 

This ain’t no good 

Good morning 

      Sadhu pine con 

        The Euell Gibbons of

 spicer meadow reservoir 

A flurry of jeeps 

                          Like a military operation

I’m lost