He traveled

   The green jujyfruit 

   The yellow box

Confused the police

   Is this a Kodak moment?

    There's no there like there

  Make us one w everything

    Said the sad bikku 

 Skedaddled 

   Montfredo forlorn

     Pigeon eyed break neck speed

         Say good bye Rockford

 

 The spideys joints did ache

   "Have you tried traversing a web all day long?"

   The climate had changed and her demeanor went with it.

    "I guess I should look on the bright side - a nice copy of Bukowski's Women is being sent from Amazon, love that Bezos spider guy."

  But sadly it was not to be. The spinsters broom. 

 The amoral ambiguity 

     See the people?

Look! They're right over

there with 

   their machine guns trained on you 

 hate is in their eyes 

    Here take this stick 

  To you know fight them off

 The broken femur

    Memory

       Encased in puberty

Erased from Gods own view

    Stumped down

    Like Adam hiding scared

    'Adam, where are you?' 

 I'll not tell the tale

    Of forty men with no bail

    I'll not walk the walk

      Of dying seashores or of caulk

Beware my eyes 

Your fruitful lies

 To turn the heart 

To abide my sighs 

I'll not ride the ride

   Of BART to Walnut Creek

To shop at I Magnin

  I AM! 

  Jean clad

And dry expensive running shoes

   My friends dog

is happier than I.

 

 Say what you will

  And you will say I have no doubt

But the leaves go on 

  Falling around this time

 Of the year most are being

Trampled now

   Like Caesar at some forgotten 

Pictish ruin

 

 The travesty of the bandwidth

  pirates essential turgidity

     Left little room in the headcase housemate

         Travails for an eager day to appear

       Unprevaricated assylogisms ranked low

In the cereal bowl assembly requirements

  Fit pin B into slot 73r (g) 

   Was not the first thing he wanted to think about when

  he woke up

     Still the upside was really none at all

 Fools make dead

Fools make pride

 Fools make run

Fools make hide

Sky sees you

You see sky

I am you 

Don't know why

Try the spark

Try the fire

Try the dirt

Try the fire 

Fools make dust

Fools make dry

Fools make sun

Fools make die

 It was the year 2034 and things weren't too bad. 

The volcano approached the ticket desk for AirAmericas. 

"I have a ticket to Montreal for the 7:12 flight."

The young woman at the AirAmericas desk was alarmed. 

"Sir, YOU'RE A VOLCANO."

"Um, yes and how are you this lovely morning?"

Outside the earth was cracked and dry. Severe drought had destroyed half the planet while the other half was in a constant monsoon flood. 

"It looks like another lovely day." The Volcano remarked.

"SIR, Your LAVA IS DESTROYING MARK WAHLBERG's RESTAURANT."

"Tis a pity indeed but really no great loss there. I've tried to be the change I want to see in the world! You know, change the things I can and know the difference and all that."

A YouTube influencer was attempting to scale the Volcano's eastern pitch but jets of hot steam were scalding her arms and iPhone 103. 

"SECURITY!" The woman at the AirAmericas desk was paging security. 

"Now that's a bother." Said the Volcano.

"I have my passport."

"Sir, that country is completely under water."

"Does it stop being a country just because of some poor plumbing? I think not."

A wall of burning hot gaseous emission burned through the news rack store. The smell of charred Baby Ruth bars and People magazines filled the airport. 

"I'd like a seat on the emergency aisle, if that's possible. I can easily handle the emergency exit door." He smiled knowingly.

"SECURITY!"

Two TSA agents were buried in a minor landslide near the men's lavatory. 

"Those guys took my Swiss Army Knife that my father gave me when I was twelve years old!" The Volcano was slightly peeved and a bit weepy. 

"Okay fudge it, here's your ticket. You're in seat 23f. The emergency aisle is already taken, sorry. 

"Shoot! Oh well. Thank you and have a pleasant day."

The Volcano got in line to board and waited for Group C to be called. 

 Nothing 

   Was nothing

    And something was something

He had to remind himself

   But surely that gravity was the law

      He considered mercurial attitudes

 With equal consideration

    Footsteps had left him 

    Aware of paths not taken

 Paths also to avoid

   But a brick is still a brick

     The head knows 

 He tredged 

   The abnormal upward slide

        Seeing

 The days

 For stone covered moss- 

His eyes were blank

   A bottle near empty 

       A raft of fire 

  O yay tho I travel the narrow depths

    Of Deaths increasing eyebrows

        Etc etc

     

 Of course the final days

Of summer broke through 

A November rain

  

Sing

   Sing

    For the cochlinear implant

 Bird song

   In the dry 

Sisters 

Room

 

 See there's no 

Nothing 

That I crave

 No barndoors 

  No Saskatchewan steel eyed memoirs

     No coarse reminders of today's failures

Somehow I bring the olives 

    Somehow the jars open

      Somehow a martini is drank

It's not magic

    But it feels like it

 I smoked the dirty ends of 

Both sides of America

   Walked beside the fortunate son

   Partied with the best of my generation

      The underachievers

     The little achievers

     We were proud in our sorrow 

And sadness

   Had amassed a large collection of 

Books records and cd's

And band t shirts

 Our friends prevailed at trivia

And regularly took home the prizes

   In the form of drunken steps thru the Mission

Past the farolito 

 Part 17th & Capp

Past the past

Of future misgivings 

 Yeah it's cool 

Yeah it's a nice thing 

Okay okay I'm going back 

Yeah that's what I'm saying 

Yeah I don't want you 

Yeah I just drove back in 

Yeah that's okay I'm going 

Yeah it's a pretty cool game 

I have to 

I don't want you 

Yeah it's a good guy 

Yeah I just drove back 

Yeah it's cool 

I think it would take too 

Yeah that's okay I'm just trying 

Yeah I just drove back 

 lol but I don't think I have a time for a long period to get a hold of me and I don't think I need anything else I can do for that lol I don't want it lol lol but I didn't get it to be a nice young lol I just saw this on Netflix now and it is a freaking cool lol lol yeah that's cool but I'll let you know when I'm done and I can come over and then I'm gonna come back in time for a little while 

 I think I remember that lol lol but I didn't want to go to the east coast lol lol but I didn't want to go to the east coast lol lol but I didn't want to go to the east coast lol lol but I didn't 

Seem to be stuck in a loop...

 Yeah it's a nice thing but it was good but not too long and it wasn't good enough for the rest lol and the only one was there and it didn't work but they got a bunch more water in my room so it got the back to it was a nice mess but the only thing I could get in there lol I just can't remember the sun and it is a freaking cold but I'm sure I don't think it's going up here in there but I'm in my car now I just drove home in my room I was just going up and the car broke lol and yeah yeah it's cool I don't want it I got the truck and then I'm headed home in my room now lol but I'm not going back home yet 

 Okay I just saw the woods in the park and then I'm headed to the river lol but I got the car lol but I didn't get the chance lol but I'll be home in about an extra minutes to go figure it up to get some food and stuff for dinner and I'll be home by the park and then I'm headed east to the east side lol but I think we are doing well and we will be home around here for dinner lol lol I'm headed to dinner lol but I got home lol but I didn't get to the park yet but I'll let you know when I'm home in a bit if I can get a ride lol but I got the truck back from work lol 

 The downstairs bathroom was good but not a little mess and the kitchen is still open and the kitchen has been cleaned out for the next time 

Yeah that's what I'm thinking about that stuff and then I'm gonna have a good day lol I think we are good for sure but I'll be in the woods around the sun and I hope it is raining and raining here today and raining raining hard lol but I'll let you know if you want me to come back here today and I'll let you know when I'm here for the day lol thanks for coming to me the other night I got the car back from my house and then I went back and got a Hyundai and I drove back in a couple hours lol but I'll be back around here like this weekend and I'll be back on Sunday and then I'm heading back next week and then I can come 

 

Kooked

    Paraphrase

    Farcical 

       Renditions

      Of some epoch gathering daffodils 

   Snowy senses

   Gasped at your shoes

      Wandering trendies

    Awash in self centered hoo hah

     That's fitting and fine 

    Go where the the sun is

    Somewhere 

    Anywhere!

 Crossed an ego bound 747

      For a jet engine picnic

               Flowers embraced the glad handed marvels

   The air is free form dancers 

      The sky a whiff of narcolepsy 

          Dance dance dance

        Pictish ruinous blades

   See the sunsetting airport dreams

  See the stone marvels training deciduously 

  And decidedly 

 Dust off

       The acid nightmares

Of clowns unfolding 

     Into rivers

         Of Coca Cola

    Dust those off

        And then spread them on the sidewalk

   And sell them one by one

      To regular folk

     "Hey, wow I haven't seen one of these in years!"

 The crystal ship

     Sailed into your mind

             La dee da

        

 Stewy 

Strewn 

Disguised as such

      Scene of a crime

 Stranded

    In  

Plastic

   Yellow

   Embrace 

      Crying for no reason 

Cowboy Kid 

    From the Stan Li

        Comics

All legs askew

     Boots and giant hands

    WATCH IT!!

   Back to the 

       Strayed Napa winery

      Watch 

    The 

Best 

    Slag it down

    Its just another day

    

 Stainy day

    Symptoms of the parabola

        Streaked with gray

            Oh how we fight the ones we love

 

 Miracles work their magic dream

     About the way the story goes 

    Sliding on the ice

         Riding the sky 

     For time passing

We see the time

    Feel the time 

        To go

 And 

      We worry 

About stupid stuff

    Again and again and again

 The prima facie 

      Of Nostalgia

          In piles of books

        And old face masks

Strewn whiskey bottles 

     And upended ashtrays

   Boxes of ancestors tools

   A giant wood reaper 

      Bladeless now

     From the great Midwest 

  Shores of Wisconsin 

    Forests and fields 

Lakes and streams

  Barns with rusting tractors

      Hiding in the heat

          Beneath a memory

     Of green beans and tomatoes 

   

         

   

 Gaffes

   By flood plains

You you you

    Seaweed kingdom

        Dread and remote fire

            Neptune sings

                We hear you

   We hear you

We hear you

  Tune the 

 Ambivalent practice

     To an arc

  Of stable memorizations 

   I have stood

On Italian shores

   With broken rounded pieces of 

Old plates

    So there

     

 No 

I in the 

Disney notion

 Spread the peas

  

 Modigliani died penniless 

    Like this bar on Haight st

    Forlorn with 

Glowing reds 

   Browns 

     And maybe some vermillion

 Whose left in the carotid arousal?

     Stem cells breached on non-unity derivations

        Melvillean tales of lost paradise 

           The stones are empty

              And so is this

 We saved the 

 Comics 

From the thieves

     A wooden chair 

Was burned

For heat

     You did that!

Well maybe I did

So what 

  Down Santa Cruz alleys

   Looking for an old skateboard

      Raccoons in the river

But really wild pigs? 

 Grave yard symmetry 

   Imbued with moral decay

     Functioning in synonymous dereliction's

        Reversible meanings like a jacket worn inside out

           Graveyard symbolism

               Like a life lived

                  See no evil 

                      Live on ees 

Stupid 

  See the pee

     At the writers grave

         Jim at Pere Lachaise

            Graffiti in 1985 

               With Jessie and Kodachrome slides

A naked very large woman in an apartment party 

Somewhere in Germany

We toothed the tide and awoke in Verona

  Drunk and with a large very bad bed 

    Mantua Padua to see Giotto

Oh Giotto 

The sky is dark

  Lightning in the distance 

 

 Dippily

    Mc daw doo 

           Screech 

                 The car

      A franken Ford

   With mustard lines 

  On a baseball sky

    Steeped in Irish Breakfast tea mornings

       W stoned grandma Moses 

She'll part the Red Sea

   And we'll walk free

 Round

   Round 

We go

Where we stop 

Nobody knows

Chintz and lace 

     In the dusty window mirror sky

     Chintz and hate

     For god dammit mfucker pucker

       Ate a burger 

Wasn't bad

       Maybe I should buy a car 

   And drive to North Dakota 

And fucking die!

 Graped in

   Sonoma-esque saskatchwenese

     Sat on his ass 

        And cried

          Oh Mommy

 Blow down

The ruined remnants of turgid excretion

Seek the mystic sense of time relation

     

       Hold forth sweet post addled dirigible 

Breen and crue the californicus endeavors

   I held his hand but there was no arm

Just a bloody stump 

It was a nice suit too

Shame

 Greet the Mercury!

    With rolling stays expired

        The tired child 

 Sunburnt and atop a pack animal

    Senses his anguish

   And is directed to the soft ice cream seller

      He demands a dip cone. 

 Strait

 On the far side;

     The ambiguity grew

    Like a man in a canoe

   With no paddle 

 His lack of interest 

    Left him brushed against the bank

      Or careering toward the rocky rapids

 Never mind he thought

    It’ll all come right

    Somehow

 The dreadful behemoth 

      Escapes the scope of Reason

 We stand on an escarpment 

    Watching an old man with wild hair

Point with both arms toward the east

   The sun is rising

And we have loaded the beasts

   Our presence noted by the local people

  There's no sun in the haze

  And we begin our journey

Toward Antipathy

 Greet your Grifter

         With bows and curtsies

                The devil is in the details

           Parsimony is not a lunch meat

 The seven eleven Tecate sale

      Caused an uproar 

            Signs were hand painted

        Fanny packs were worn

 Sleeping in 

                     The dirty gold mine

       The Mercury does it work

       Slowly and surely

     Don't swim. In a clear lake.

        Toys for the addled

    With archer and bow

       Diana works toward 

        The lights

       The stag moves off 

       Knowing the silent sound of Death

   A bunny hops and looks over its shoulder

     Werner Herzog is filming

 Fresh from 

         nowheresville

       Arms askew 

     Thoughts misplaced 

               Bending time to my convenience

    All eras are present

   There is no past

 Season of the 

Stolen year

     Tried to weather

       With whisky

    And lamb chops

      Tomatoes 

And onions

 Sensed a futile 

Effort

 To rise up

  But NOW

  ITS TIME 

 bLASPHEMED

Barfing

   Calling out the Dogs

       Broken in leather jackets

         Wasps in central cord

         Straying in a Honda two door

    We ate leftover cake with our fingers 

         And played old country tunes

                       As the heat broke our efforts

                           We searched for accommodations

                                 “There! What’s that?”

 

 THE FIERY HEAT

OF THE SAND 

       CRACKED OUR HEELS

       WE STOPPED TO GIVE 

PRAYER TO TECATE 

AND TO DRINK

         NONE PASSED THIS WAY

     YET WE KNEW THE PATH 

  

 HOARY

    IN THE AFTERNOON

             WATCHING 

      SEE THE STEAM

           RISE FROM THE SHELLS

         GREAT BAKED SANDSTORMS

      OF PURPLE IRIDESCENCE 

 WATCH THE FURY

OF THEIR EYES

         AS THE HANDS WAVER

        TECATE SEES

          THE EYES 

THE HANDS

             LAUGH NOW YOU FOOLS

     LAUGH HARD

 

 DREAM

     SWEET 

                   DREAMER

  OF TECATE-

   OF TECATE NIGHTS

        BENEATH SOFT CLOUDS

     AND VELVET MOONS- 

      SWEET 

DREAMER

     OF TECATE 

DREAMS

      BOUND AND CHAINED

     TO SORROW

         A COMPANION

  FOR

 STEADY SIGHS

      SEE THE REST

   SEE THE STANDARD

        GAZE

         OF THE 

DAYS LAST MEMORY

    SING THE TECATE SONG

       FOR THE REST

      SING THE TECATE REFRAIN

        AGAIN 

AND AGAIN

 

TECate 

   sees 

     the disparate elements of

           society

     in the streets 

    of Managua

 TECATE

IS 

    no match

    for his older sister

                            ICE WATERMELON BANANA AND

WHISKEY

     (blended)

 TECATE 

reigns

    LIKE

               the majority on the stairs

  their EYES 

      WATCHING

          like a sunken boat

                        off the coast of Cuba

     

 Later in life 

TECATE TECATE TECATE

     HE STEPS 

          WITH CAUTION

              FOR HIS LEG IS NUMB STROKED

BREATHE

BREATHE 

     WITH TECATE

    LIVE AND LET LIVE

         SWEET WATER OF FORGETFULNESS

         BY THE BY 

          WE SING SWEET HYMNS

            AND STOW OUR DRUGS

               JN CABINETS AWAY FROM HOUSEMATES

 STEP 

STEP

SWEET SORROW OF THE PAST

    STEP TO THE MEMORY TUNE

LIKE NAZIS

  LIKE THE BRILLIANT BOURGEOISIE 

     LIKE THE NUMBING IDIOTS

         YOU CALL CO-WORKERS

BLAZE A FORTUNE

  BLAZE A MISGIVING

    BLAZE A FLAME RETARDANT

GO NOW

WITH THOUGHTS UNEASY

   AND SLEEP A WONDERFUL DISASTROUS DREAM

YEAH RIGHT

 

 I'm just a regular fella living on the edge

         Watching it crater and crack

    The past is a movie

        I'm doing the thing

What's it called 

Oh yeah

Living

 Some authors-

Jean Giono

    Italo Calvino

- I got stuck 

  Larry McMurtry?

     Stewart Home

  Down by the river Fred

   The lost archives of C. Dander Macwhitey

 David Cop-a-Feel (Bush Sr.) 

   Oops wait there's colored fish in the river

Rusty James knows

- Hey Steve!

"I've done nothing for so long I feel nothing"

Of course the arc angels way of dealing 

Was not without its detractors

Bleed for the chorus

    Prometheus stole fire and taught humans 

The arts 

Medicine etc

   For this he was chained to a cliff and later buried alive

I think that's what happened

   Zeus being what he was

 Zeus who wanted to destroy humans

     Where is this going

 Somewhere there's a griffin pulling a chariot

And pining to be back in its home stable 

Poof

 There's no here there

    Where?

      I'm standing here

 Where the wind blows salt in my eyes

         I see stars of aluminum

  Cascading on the legs of young women

     I am entranced and broken 

   In Provence they would lock me up

But here I am a hero

"He drank three pints of whiskey and walked on top of the police car." 

"He cheated on his girlfriend and she bought him a grand piano."

"They say he works eighteen hours a day and drinks the other six."

       

 The carousing

     Ambiguity stepped in a puddle up to his ankle

     "Fuck the kike bastards"

      He lined up a shot in the pool hall and let it fly. 

He was playing a kid named Mohammed who seemed odd. Mohammed didn't shoot well. He kept trying to be nice and funny but he could tell Mohammed was inwardly seething. Finally, he got to the eight ball. He was lining it up when Mohammed leaned over and said  "You're an asshole". He turned his head and looked at Mohammed.

"You're just now figuring that out? 

And he knocked the eight ball in.

 Dry 

aching 

 Day

  Like chaparral

    But maybe 

              A bit more deserted

                           Sowed the seeds of change

       With Billy Jack

 And then drove home. 

      

 There was a partly murdered

       Shape of storms

           Centered in the escalating tributarial 

                 Out back by the woods 

                       Thought patterns

 "Hold my beer"

 I got drafted

Into the army

   Of one eyed sad centaurs

      But my feet hurt

      My nose was running

         I had any number

 Of television commercial

     Medication ailments

    I asked the army doctor 

If I should take them 

  He said stfu

      Can't you see these centaurs 

Are ready to fight for their country?

   I was ashamed of my poor behavior

 And hid my shame in a shoebox of 

    Whiskey bottles

  

 She

He

We

They

All

Of them/us

Us/them

See

The color 

Of no forgetting

 And call it

 Us/them

We

 she

He 

They

  

 

She laughed

   And made a normal face

       Outside the Villon

                             Underwear store 

        He bathed in cathode rays

               And argued with the 7-11 clerk

           Then he told a story 

       About the time a guy threw 

                                       A fully loaded hot dog at the cashier

Mustard and onions all over his 

7-11 uniform

       So what she said

 And the sky turned dark

  And God was watching

 Can’t 

 Compete with THAT

     So don’t even try

                          Sing a lousy tune 

About a BROKEN moon

           High on kite strings

       And boxes of old radios

 The steadfast 

        Muldering moan

                 

Steep

         Steep

               Step

    

       At breakneck

    Breakfast

        Slippers

     

          The coffee is on

     I can smell it

          

         No soda pop walls anymore

              Not in brushed aluminum tumblers

The car in the garage

     Cold 

          Old 

                Faceless

Shaped like a

     Brick 

     With wheels

    A sort of off white

           

          Get the paper honey

 

 Tribecian 

       Trim

Slipped the

Ajax

      Steadfast marauders 

     On Tom Waits fingers

           The ladder in the loft

     Before my time

  Sold 

       And sung

 Slung

On the indoor rope swing

          New York was a beautiful time

       Before the chores

Aplenty

    Laid down a plastic 

Tennis sneaker

    Backyard junk depot

   And the moolah 

 Boolah 

    Bookhouse 

          Caresses on the avenues

              Junkies 

And drunks

     Turf stores

       Slaves to the sun

             Corner stores

Rippling in the 

Restive afternoon

      Ride the bus back 

To grandmas house

      And get some sleep

 Treat the wind

Like fire the sound like empty

Lots

 Lock your hype to

    The frozen frigid

 Man den in the mind

  The time for 

Certainty 

Is unclear

     The stable rationale

Of the 

Ersatz

Brigadiers

   Wait 

What 

La dee da 

La dee da

 Blistering

    Thru 

       Back canyons

           For fol de rol 

   Of the street view

             For an old gal

                  And a dog

           Sensing the ghost

                    Disappearing around corners 

                           Sounds too

                    The houses like great artifices

                               Of grotesquity 

                                    In seventies decor

The cement is my 

       Companion

              With bags in my pocket

Gollum awaits

               

 You captured some itinerant 

       Notion of the way things are 

       And now 

The train is pulling in to the station

     Where's that ticket?

In your pocket

   

 Time is a big taco

    Filled with my brains

         I have no skies

        No lechuga 

            Def no rice

                    Just cebollas y cilantro

And a cold beer                    

 Klook 

    Rebuke 

The puk 

    Plopped

  I pledged a synchronous star sound angel rag barrister brag

Bucking the tier topped trends

 Or triadinous treks in Marble Mountain

     Bear track salamander skies

See the forest line echoes

      Sitting in the sun

            Saddled with sewn stylizations of 

  The rattlesnake right in the middle of the trail

Triads 

     Hark ye harbinger of the Past

        Remembrance of what wasn't somehow

But still is 

    I guess

 Asked 

Of fortune

   But not forgotten

Demi relations

   To the causeway

   A double martini on the veranda

What? 

Oh fug it

     The horses are chomping at the bit

A bit

  A wee bit 

   My fortitudinal Mac n cheese ideas

    Like a dressed down version

 Of the swamp rabbit

   That attacked Jimmy Carter

Yeah now you see

It's not complicated

 Sheesh

  Need a smoke

      Out to the back porch

Like a gulag

      Siberian polar winds

Biting my ass

      The pets don't follow me out here 

They follow me everywhere else 

    Here they stare at me thru the window

"What's he doing out there in that cold? "

I come back in and they all think it's dinner time

   

   

Light star server

  On planet RX-7

In the Mazda Cluster

    Captain Burt "Chacho" Reynoldski

 In fine fashion

    Veteran Pflugfeister of Echelon x 

  Can't remember the other guys name 

But there they were

    Standing at the door expecting an invitation in

"Have you guys had your shots?"

 Grouped

By the 

Token

Sentiment 

He didn't finish his pork bun

It's just not okay 

      Suddenly I'm very sleepy

Like Roger Moore

   As James Bond

             Empire at all costs

Oh wait

M is that my paycheck? 

     

    

               

Steep 

    Ambiguity 

     Stop

 Read the writing

       Start

Of the staged 

          Effects 

Of traveling

    Glad you feel safe! 

I fucking don't

   But I'm just me

 So let's not worry about it

    I have enough caution

           To undue a lifetime

Of  anxiety

   (Or stupidity?)

         Sometimes it seems that way

                C to G to F

     Thanks 

    For the song

           Sweet pea

Weird 

Sounds 

   Though 

      Wondering wtf

     That is

   Beautiful day for banana fish

        What happened 

To all the other 

Pets

     Meow 

Meow 

Meow

      (I made clams with linguine)

White wine

Lemon

Garlic

    Butter

   Just looked at a recipe on my phone

       When can I get the fuck out of here?          

 Aberdeen

     Stem cell 

Theoretics 

              Bracing for

The pie eye

         In the sky

 Pornographic drawing

     Of a now reclusive junior strongarm 

 And his wayfaring biscuit eaters

   Woof 

Woof

Woof

        Time for a lovely 

Pint of Guinness

      As the neighbors scream about the dog doo

  Arafated 

And carafed 

      Snyderlian 

      Echoes

Of 

Isolation

Theory

   Green grass

LSD

   The Buick 

Is not

In the shop

 But we'll

Drive 

To Berkeley

Anyway

 Said 

With

 The greed

Of 

The 

West

 Stood

On

High

Proud

Waltzer 

Of Brahms

Puddled

Like a

Crying

Tourniquet 

In the shadow

Of your lust

Sweet

Broken

Baseball

Bat 

And 

Dreamer

 The mezzo 

       Munch

        Defunktous 

      Spried 

        And spoken 

      Like a good true believer

             Sending Jesus waves 

 To the furry creatures

            Of Narniatown 

       Cycled back and forth

      Back and forth

        While the cat mewls loudly

      And hops 

Like a kangaroo rat

   At an EST seminar

       

 The sanctity

Of pro-fractal

                   Derivations 

I and

I

In creation where one oh I forget

People creeping up the stairs 

Me worried about 

      The pandemic

       Like an old man 

W type 2

      Diabetes

 

The forest aches 

                 With misused worries 

       Tribes of fortune gather at the lago

   Counting their fruit berry coins on the internet tributaries

         Que es eso? Je ne sais pas.

         Which way goes the caloried Magus

       Always towards east 

 For that is where Denny's is

    Grand Slam every time

           

 Grismantine 

   Grismosis 

       Like the serpent 

                                 Weaving it's way to the hand

                               I sense the forgotten triangles

   Blue red yellow black 

Staring at the mystery 

              The giant flower spitting in your eye

       Our heads are swapped 

I can see myself but with your head

                Like the comic in the newspaper 

                                      Where the army guy is always sleeping

 Moonbeams of 

   Pork and beans 

       The blood moon

           Mehkmet

          Saw it 

       What sorcery be this 

         Enough really 

      Time to let it slide 

          Broker the moments effort

                                      With a pound of cured meats 

        And we’ll drink to the health

           Of old ladies 

  In Prada

I didn't steal the

         MaryJanes it twasnt 

     I  - but the feeling remains

        Of guilt!

   Fucking GUILT

    FUCK YOU! 

 Phew

    Okay then where were we?     

Why 

Did he spend so 

Much 

  TIME

   writing such 

Obtuse

    Nonsense?

No one knows. 

 A giant ache 

of yesteryear 

   Like hole in the knees jeans

        See I saw it 

      The reign of error

                                Convincingly erroneous

Stapled to your thigh

      Brigands of the bypass surgery

        Crying for the 

  Sweet relief

Of Merry Widows

   And a new life

Great cavalcade

of humans 

 Spilling forth

    Like from the mouth of some cave

     Eager

 Hungry 

Laughing

      Angry

 Stupid 

 Shy 

 crying

    Instructing with loud voices 

   Shaming

    Dancing 

      Wearing clothes

 And 

   Drinking

    Her they are again

     Didn't we 

 See 

Them so

      Salty

 And death defying

   In their certainty?

   

Stolen Divisions

  On Main st

     The same 

       the same 

Old 

 Yesterday

Bullshit 

 So tired 

    And stupid

     

Believe the field! 

The Beautiful Magnetic Field! 

     Rings around the sky

     Of eyeballs with wings

           

Diving amorphous peripheries

     Sanctioned by the 

Never ending tale of comity 

      Like flies in a barrel

   A jellyfish in the tub

   A frozen finger on the dashboard

 - best to not think about it too hard

       Try to let the hours wash over you 

      As a field of tired greats 

   Well somewhat greats

  Are imprisoned in the past 

Watching tv shows they care not for

Care not for

        Are you talking about yourself again

   Who is in the backseat 

   Oh it's just a vacuum 

I borrowed it 

I left a thousand embraces

         Curtailed the soul

      Bylined by the antipathy 

Of fundamental variances

   Staged a coup

    With the mystics

Of Sardinia

         The time was nigh

So too were the sea lions

We painted our boats 

A bloody red 

      And laughed as the beer spilled 

      Treason was at hand surely

 But we watched sunsets 

   At Dunsmuir factories gates

    And stole the tired walk 

        With a handful of options

    Try don't try do don't do 

      Somewhere the keys were mislaid 

     In a bin of rubbish

   

Centered

On ambiguous promulgation

The nether region

     Legions

        Sycophants say what 

       Then go to jail   

Don’t pray

   For anyone’s failures she said

    There’s mysteries too deep

              For the fragile ice 

Of your judgments

I skated away

Torn failure

       Fever minded

   Scrotum faced 

                             Mugfug  

Oh that’s not nice 

Be brave

     Lost mitten for the 

              Kitten 

 And the cat

          Stay clear 

       Fingers are important

             Read carefully

        The aluminum necked

              TB

                                                Got that certain twang

Sidle up to the bar

For another gin & tonic

 A casket of forgiveness 

   We stopped where the trees began

Here she said

   We dug and dug

Deeper and deeper

   And then words were said

    No one cried oh maybe a little

 Then we buried that forgiveness

For it was dead