What to do

      with the icky weather

     and the crazy housemates?

  Go shopping!

 The crest of Monty forehead brochure

    demarcated 

   A hoo ha

   housing incline

       Strep toes

    not afforded

 by biblio insured waistcoats

      Stodgy census takers

  Of London Bridge

   aficionados 

 I'm no

     such

   Please sir ma'am

     Took me 17 

      Years 

    so

     Nope 

  nay 

    negatory

   

 Travel

   Trade 

Trinkify 

     In Trinidad

      Trimester

      Oh steed

        of strident

     story

   Of 3rd St

 

 caboose your heart

    to the end of the train

        the lump of coal is

  in the hulks

    (Prison ships)

    Screw up your eyes like a madman

       Sings bad songs

    And shout in a store

 Go quietly to the produce section 

eat radishes 

   And forget about it

  

 Slowed

    by slower

cats

    And drams

   of snuff said eh? 

 An old plutarch of

     memories arose

         Each morn and birthed

    A blistering Sun

 Synchronous

     Isn't what they make in a sandwich

         Said the basket guy

 Well,

   I'm sick 

   I've had a freaking headache for

         Over a week!

   I've got antibiotics, 

    Some nasal spray 

    Another nasal spray Afrin 

    Sudafed

      Tylenol

  Fucking Aleve

    Vitamin C

    When is this pain going to stop???!!!

   Fuck if I know.

 The miasma

    Of Miami

       In December

 

 The triumph

   of haiku

     is not 

     A ravenous marmot

  In your backyard

 don't write

            the wrong kookoo 

I mean haiku

The branch bent in the wind

 Thom thought he was 

      Not an average bear

    He drove a fiat

 Center:

Catch a fried haiku

      On the way to work

  but you don't work

 A measured haiku

                   morning

like a leaf 

Ooh!

 When the pain

                                    goes away and you thank the Lord

And you reach for the Devil

 A Brautigan Haiku

     Is not like the other 

    Place by the fish

          

Some recent paintings

 The creature strayed

    from his usual path

       Uncertain of the times

    This path was level

   With ferns and butterflies

   Ah sweet fresh air

      The Berkshires were splendid

     In the crisp fall air

   Oh la dee Da 

  Then he saw a car

An Oldsmobile 

Hey nice car

   He got in and it started right up

 He decided to get some donuts

He knew a spot

 Some pie eyed

   goose like 

 Long necked gals

   Swimming in your dreams

   Like April Muncie

    Or Trudy Beckins

    See the calico fire

      Beneath their words

       On the freeway you have 

     No worries

   Playing Fugazi

   One album

over and over 

  all the way 

No way really

   Just today

  I'm out of here!

   To the next

     Road

 Keep that monster

   Mr cage head stoner

        dropping like light

    your December bullshit

       holds up

     

 Beyond waters quiet 

   no gallons

   the stratosphere of temples

       in fingers

    peripheral vision 

    marred

    By stupid garbage men at

   6 am

 

 Drone on

sad 

   So staid

  and drone-like

   W doomscrolling 

  features 

furrowed knitted

brow 

   by a dark sky

   forehead

  a seaside of winter 

   wrinkles on shiny teeth

 (One missing)

     ordering a cafe au lait

Extra hot

 Hard to write 

     With songs playing

    I let them go

   How was I to know

Bye bye baby

 Grazing

like a castle

 worn

   ech

  ruinous

      rocky rocks

         tearing your feets

      like a torture device

   with a strange name

   the old Rupert

   or a magnificent ribald

     The candid camera

  A moveable teats

Such like 

  that

 Let it

             steep

        the (bleep)

                         P-Mint

                           tea

 A dream;

 Some baseball 

Black man doesn't know how to play 

 Gotta be tagged out at home

 You can leap over the catcher

   Does so everybody swarms the field

I say loudly to the catcher

We'll give you that hundred bucks ha ha

  Then no shoes 

Outside 

And the cool t shirt

Andrew says you can get it free

With a rope in the water 

Swimming by large empty ship 

Where's so and so?

Swim around 

Up into the dock 

Babies in boxes 

Afraid ship will hit babies

Man with pistol

  Oh i say you're with the Nazis 

 Yes he says 

I take pistol and fire into his head

  He says stop

Not really hurt

 I leave w pistol

In a bar w a bunch of people

Bag of blank

  Trying to do it on the table 

With nobody seeing

 Dollar won't roll up tight enough

Tear it off and do some

  Jim wants some 

Leaves a bunch right on the table

  We leave w people looking

 Some 

Aligned with 

                      his arrogance

           The brocade facade

       endured by paths

       of freshies 

                                  fronted by the faces

            without merp or zerp 

   He realized he had 

   nothing really to say

                                  Just a strong cup of coffee

 From

the trendy    

           merc

           the gazed

       a triumphe

        de 

          Vie

             sane 

           illustrious

               snow

   Cone

  Bullshit

 Seen

The garaged

  Nincompoop 

         Ever self 

     Aware

 Copied creative

    Jean crass

      W shoulders askew

      Marred by a childhood

  My parents...they ...oh fuck

    Marriage on the rocks

   Drinks on the rocks

   Suicide on the rocks

 Car runs good

  Nice interior

   Paint is clean 

Wipers new

  WHO are you?

   They left the civil war 

 For you and this is how you treat them

  With sad eyed photos of Ringo Starr?

   And a thousand days 

  In the Dairy Queen lineup

  FACE LEFT

  FACE RIGHT

MR MISTY YEAH YOU

 STRAIGHTEN THOSE SHIRTSLEEVES

okay that's better

Who wants a burger?

 Queasy quakes

    Fat flakes 

Talking snakes 

   With poly pink collared 

   Ties

     Of robust heartiness

  Fingers looking

   Thru your pants

     Got their eyes

In the back of your 

   Bed

   Sleeping days

And sleeping moon nights

    Large signs

Say

 Don't walk

RUN!

  Grandma!

 The Breton stacks his 

  Pancakes

 To the tune of 

Cotton

And 

  Large frilly collars

Slap

 Slap go the 

  Pancakes

  We are the forest hunters

But there are no trees near the subdivision 

  We'll wait for the bus

The 19A, right?

 I think so.

 Across the votive delivery

   I heard an animal in the wild

Grrrrarrrrr 

    Oh wait that's my stomach 

 The trees freeze

     As we lay in bed

    Drinking coffee

 Beacham 

Me teach 'em 

   Their silver faces aghast

   The past and 

    The present

   In old painted and chipped

   Stairways to heaven

  Saddled on their backs 

  A crowd around the water cooler

  Beacham

    We know

I think

 Ye fleet of flotsam

   Birdsom and netsull 

Crede of Chromea 

   Sentient flyer of fifths

Archade of the courier

    Tender is the night

   Fitzgerald!

 Moving to the time

     Like an apartment beats

The walls and 

Omg this carpet

 If the drops fell

   On your head

   A sparrow is red

 Some ached like 

The rain in Spain

 Some smiled

 If there were a shy admittance

   If there were

 It's like a game of

Tuesday 

   There's coffee

And mugs

 Some are void

In ways

 To the blah blah blah

 The games of chance

The games of change

  But you have a job

 Like a game

  You played the fine wine

And found a basket of cheese

You lose

 It's like a game of

Gams and leggers 

  Some cry

 It's like a game of

   Whose and now

 The tremulous virtue

 It's like a game of 

   Mumbly peg the bumps and drops

Of each hand

  

 Look at the reflections 

in the waterways

   Brest, Antwerp, Freiburg as

Such the clouds 

Are shining on the white new wine

   Like water we drink

   The tow headed eyes

    Uncanny in potatoes and milk 

And wool shoes

   And cotton eyes

  The sheep line up

   To be sheep

  We herders are kings

 What the hoohah

Is your poobah 

  Slime coats

 The awful rocks

   Brilliant minds as such

 Haha

 

 I was tired

     I took a nap 

La dee doidly da

 Thru the Luck of Lead

  (The elemental metal)

  We are the fourth graders

  With Mr Hillburn

 Who made us hold encyclopedias on outstretched arms

"HOLD THEM!"

  Or crushed our curved fist fingers until

Our knees gave out

  But just a joke

"You gonna behave?"

"Yes, sir."

    We are the luck of the lead

   In almond trees

   And grass fields

 With fried egg sandwiches

Made by my mom at lunch time

 On wheat toast with butter

  The luck of the lead

     The metal element

 In the low grade coal mines

   In the barren foothills 

    Near Carnegie's pottery

    Servicing the architectural reliefs of 

The greater towns and buildings

  The lead of the luck

With modern druids in Levi's

Made by Americans

 (No Chinese!)

A rusty 30 aught 6

  On the trucks back window rack

A blue truck

With step side fenders

Get in

   Or the luck of the lead

Dog on a flat bed truck 

Legs splayed out for maximum stability

No dummy that dog but afraid

  Of falling off at 60 miles per hour 

On a country road

The luck of the lead

 Scientists with hp500 calculators

Sine/Cosine

     And the tracts enumerated by

  Commercial real estate developers with

Foreign names

  A nice new Buick

In Brown please

The luck of the lead

  With guinea pigs

And rabbits that will scratch the shit

Out of your arms

Nice place

Oh they moved to Germany

   Nice library

     And an old Volkswagen on Cornell avenue

  We are the almond ghosts

    We are the luck of the lead almonds

  In the dry chaparral 

  Sun burnt white dry heat

    With rodeo gals in pegged pants

Hats and boots

  Horses and saddles

 And cars 

Lots of cars

 Green yellow eggs

  W ham

     On a strawberry striped

   Carpet made of gold

  Thru the luck of lead (the element metal)

   Enhanced by the druids

Hearty research 

In advanced courses

  Druids in tattered deathly rags

    Fingers like bones 

Covered with silver rings now too large

Giant hook noses covered in filthy beard hair

   Their lair a cave with bundles of gold 

 Made daily

 Who's to know?

   What's to do?

   On a bright Saturday

   When your muscles ache

 From the stupid machines

    In the Panhandle

There will always be someone

 Who tells you what

 To think 

   What to do

  What to believe

  Which God to pray to

    And they are the ones 

that want to be told

   Freedom scares the shit out of them

  (It's just not right)

    (God knows and he told us, right here)

   They will die believing

  They will persecute 

In the name 

of their brand of righteousness 

And will be happy for it 

will kill

For it 

   You have to fight

   For freedom

 Awwooo 

        burnt my finger 

  Putting out a ciggie 

Ouch!

   

 You gotta make me wonder

    What in the heck is going on

   I'm a leaf blown window

  I'm a back draft

 Fighting a plague

Of old age disinterest

  In the forms

   Of letters

   And emails

     And visits in the halls with signage

  Eyeglasses

 And sleeping old Frank

  "We're gonna roll you over, okay?

  

 The NIGHT has arisened

    With its NOVEMBER locks of white hair 

Frosted and frosting yonder plunder

  Asunder!

 It's hard to stop drinking

    Trying to sleep

     More positive energy

       More things done

   Laundry

    Car smogged

      Dishes

         Shopping

        Watching stocks plunge to the tune

    Of several hundred thousand dollars

   But saving money not buying

  A bottle a day

 That old

   West coast Sun

     Bright as fugg nut

     in the sky

     It hurts my eyes

   

 Oh the heart of the matter

   in the verde green

      Stuck in bed 

      Swimming in eye forms

    Not really there

       Not drinking

        Eating brown rice

And celery sticks chopped

   Some penitence for my sins

   Hoping to gain a little favor

From the cold weather 

   Not so bad not drinking

  Feel okay

 That every day hooch

    Will call u home

   Hey now come on in!

    Those muddy feet's will track 

Er'ywhere the 

 Love of those movie eyes

  I seen ya

     I loved you

    You so beautiful 

    But goddamn

   

 I was Alan Ladd

 In a car 

  Picked up in the rain

    By Veronica Lake

  But I didn't smile

 And so 

 The encyclical foray

    Into the mad mouth

      Of the Jaguar

     With eyes aflame

     And pants 

And shoes

   Here now are the times!

   The river flows

     The river bears our beats

       The river tears your heart

         The river is kind and knowing

   But the Jaguar 

    Watches 

   From the lighted windows above

  For the handle

    Of the automatic

A .34 pointed

   At your chest

   You shuffle the sidewalk cement

   With newspaper strewn

   And blown in the wind

A lucky number!

 Every night! 

 A lucky number!

 There was no okay

Just fuck it

   And let's get a drink

  And here

We are 

 So what'll 

You have

Okay

 But you held 

The street sign 

   Mason street

   Greenwich st

    Kearney street

 Across some stream 

Of night

   A blue eyed search

   For the wake of 

  The matrons pain

 Sordid and amused

   Pickled with Vennison stews

  Hung in red hunting jacket hues

Breathing smoke and cold cloudy air

   Outside a moose looks in the window

As we talk and laugh 

  The music playing loudly

 I made a hamburger tonight

   So greasy splattering 

     Everywhere

   And added cheese and covered 

    So it melted down good

  Cover keeping the grease in

Helping the cheese melt

    A toasted bun 

   A tellera for 34 cents 

Bought at the mercado (Lucky's)

   Toasted in the toaster

  Covered with the very last of the Mayo 

So delicious 

   Put it all together

On a white plate

  And take to my room

  To eat 

With large glass of fizzy water

  

 I'm the broke

   Nougat Head

    Cryin about my self

      Being all wrong

         At Everything

  Drinking whiskey

  To calm my pain

   Drinking up a storm

 To relieve the pain

    Of being me

Ducking me 

So boring and predictable 

   Wah wah wah 

   Sitting at home 

Being miserable 

 At nothing 

And everything

The time flies by!

Oh great time

   How you humiliate me!

 With my stupid self 

Being stupid me

   Ooh look what I did 

     I'm not the worst! See!

       I made a thing!

       See! 

     See me?!

 Puh-leeaze

  Pre-date me in the errant notion

       Of time and glacial movement

   Mt. Lyell and 

  The foghorns of right now

    The ice melts

     The fog is here 

   Today the ships are coming in

 Great seabaring ships of night and day

    We lubbers of land

   Whisper our notions

   Of hatred and guile

    Those that do

Those that are

   Those they

We walk the dryline 

   And whisper the hatred

And then forget

   And walk on

Into showers

   And towels 

 And drink

 Some moochy moochy

 Moochy pie

  Dia De Los Muertos

   Honoring the night

  Saving the past

 For tomorrow 

  Bones and shadows

    Stark revolution

  Of nay nothing

   In the grounds

  The sticks and stones

   Skulls and bones

    Wanton gestures

     Of smiles and guile's

The bones stones

   We feast on pies 

   And fruit and drink

 And sink into

 Tomorrow's today

And say hey 

  There it is 

There it was

  There are we

 Who live 

  And die

  And live again 

In red fruit

  And orange fruit

And yellow drinks

 The forest circle

    Elves or ?

   Found a felt hat

 The blue craziness

    Is 

  A leaf falling

    I sat by the street 

And waited for you

   But you didn't come.

 Waah!

 Caught the river in my eyes 

   I cried for years

 I thought I had a

   Something

   But it was nothing

 Driving is easy

   If the sun doesn't shine

      Your eyes

 Couldn't catch

 The rain

     So made a broken flower

 Kum by Yah

   My lo

     Yah

 Yah

  Biscuit

Koom Bye

    

 Book of Blues

210. 

  #5

   Quetzalcoatl 

Serpent 

Mind

   See the socks

   On the line

      With peyote

Lime 

 Is it in a chair?

   Where?

    The dirt is on your hands

The wash is

   Hanging

 In black streets

    Your shoes are new

   And the knife in your pocket

     Is smiling

   At the blood suggestion 

    Of your pulse heart

       See simple

   The street is quiet

   No casual inheritance bothers

You

 Stridant morbidity is an effortless flour cake

    Baked in the minds oven

     Haha we are the bakers dozen

   Thirteen is the half wit 

    Numerology praxis 

   Play w fire

    The coals are red hot 

     White with blood heat

        Salted with the ways of ancestors 

      In old clothes 

In old closets

    Smelling musty

And dusty

 Shit sticks

  Everything is fucked

 We are all bread pan 

    In the pudding pie

 Blasé interruptions

   Scaled the mighty fortress walls

     Of certainty

Some were eyes averted

   Some were bionically alerted

   But the penguin man

    Was dressed for icy water

       And a sumptuous meal of kraken

     W eel backers

  The check arrived but 

Penguin man had left for the coast

  In his 77 Porsche 

 With psychedelic tires

And trim

 The Moon's Catharsis

 

    Sprayed and played 

In centrifugal time

   A basket of nobody

   Eating your eyes

  Down by the Waukahatchee spires

     You laid the covers 

On a red River

   And fetched a bag of potato chips 

From the sandwich stories you always told

  Ah dear have I broken your wall

   Silicon life forms abound

    But  no we know not of them

  But they talk about us regularly

"Did you see what he was wearing?!"

  They operate on a higher plane

Unfortunately 

Would be good to get to know them

    

 Sunk in the Glom

Of Pom Pom Pom

   Igniting vast arrays of 

Coniferous viables 

   Staunched and stammered

Pleaded and hammered

   Abregnation in tact

  His last act would be the foot plant

   Of soul- he was not one to 

  Caress the evil that is done

     No not fun not fun

  This plastic world was greater than that

    Elasticity was a spastic past caring

  Funneled and tunneled

   Thru the gray sky future

 Ersatz and Ignatz 

Intactually mordant

  He plied a virulent beverage

To the max

 And sat and sighed

  Oh how high are we?!

Nay  let's not

  But the clock is set

 The past consumes

The sprightly beagles 

Have set forth

 But the fox is driving this car

   A 2013 Hyundai 

     Across Missoula

   Eyes wide for a Taco Bell

 The febrile Moon

    Was his cousin

   On his fathers side

 It's pleasant round face shined fully but once a month

    It turned and 

 Cheese spilled from its lips 

Like any old cousin 

 Who knew

 The laughter of the family 

    The tv was color 

  We succumbed to the table 

  Of pine tar and knotty Doug fir

 I drink 

And become 

   The apple of my eye 

But cored 

   With cheese 

 And a nice red wine

    The knife too sharp 

To pierce God's heart

   It slides and finds no purchase

I sigh again

 On the marble steps of the Vatican stairs

  Dressed in Ralph Lauren

 My watch is priceless

    A handcuff to my soul

      Dithering in the wake of Gloom

   The fog upon the moor

   "The Hulks"

 Boy bring me victuals 

And a file 

   On the morrow 

And tell no one 

Or the lad will find you

   Now GO!

Hah!

 

    

 I won at both games;

   The Day and the Night

   I won and and took my trophies home

  To bed

    To sleep alone with barbs for covers

       To sleep with dreams of silent tearing papers

     To sift thru days 

  With my magick gone

    I Won!

 Sail the frosty

    Salt 

  To climb

     A stroll 

A scent

     Sail away

   On today's thought

    Of sunshine

 And cold air

    Sell your soul 

 To the April winds in October

Jasper Rose at UCSC