I had no rhyme on this island

     My pants were chafed and saddled

        Still the sea called out my name

     And I knew the game was played

     A clever demon coughed and beguiled

It would be easy! He said

    Two turns of the clock

      And my heart would be healed

       But I was only half a fool 

       And played along considerably 

Artemis and Chandelbroot were there to guide

   Arguing about the cage

      But I feigned ignorance 

    And lollygagged about 

    Oh Father what have you wrought this time?!

   I longed for the smell of baked bread and orange cats

     But the tongues of fortune wagged

       

 12 Cantos to the verso

     Step to leather worn and stray children

    Blackened with grief and fear and loneliness

     Seize the arcane worries

       A telephone call 

     From the coach

   

 Where was the capricious never ending 

     Swan song derivative?

    By the Mill Pond in old New Hampshire?

      The piled stone creek cover near Eleanor Boy's parents house south of Oyster Ave elementary? 

     Or on the homemade zip line from pine tree to pine tree on Davis Ave? 

    I rode on the rail of a white 66 bug and had my picture taken in a refrigerator box with Roger Long. 

We lived in the Frost House and I pulled a section of the parquet floor up with the toilet plunger. I thought I'd broke the floor but my mom just laughed. 

   

   

  

 The confusion was endless 

     Time had an evil Disney step mother

        The strap was braided

         And smelled of gas

    Still, my loves naked body

    Shone like a Warner Bros cartoon background 

   Wiley E's tunnel was not 

    A trifle box of TNT

     CHARRED AND LEFT ON AN ARIZONA HIGHWAY

      Meep meep my god! 

   Oops 

 I collected old dice

      Sometimes they would fall upon themselves

      Like an old person

      Neither man nor woman

      Just falling

      I set myself apart

From the green felt 

      Ignored the waitresses entreaties 

       Till I felt rude

         Nevertheless 

Etc 

 etc

     The Reno of your soul 

     Divorce, Nevada

    Wait, where was I?

         The old dice

        Yes my home

        My family estate

           With stone walls against a hillside

              And dank basement

             My uncle in argumentative conversation 

              Regarding the New England Patriots mascot

        With the color TV on loud

         And grandpa Norrises black die 

        On his desk. 

 Some tried

   And some had sisters

    There was no denying

   The chthonic discourse

   Nuns bathed in lesbian-ness

      And forbid talk

   Of horses

Or Eternity

  Still black hearted prayer books

   Were stacked in crying jags

  Of great movies

    And the donkey 

   Song

     Was a bleat or a bellow

 Against the stone walls 

Of the vestibules portal

 Glittered hearts in mythical woods

   Le bete! 

 The lost and lonely ignominious ebullience 

   Was a devout player

        The screed of far fetched Porto hillsides 

            Had a message; be careful on wet streets, nonetheless 

  There was a Shakespearian epilogue to his sadness

     The books were there

     The witch was in her cage

And spirits blossomed speaking

    For your better half;

   Pray and pass the coffee, sweet thing

 

 A submarine was painted on a black screen with orange orange and green orange orange and white orange green orange and green green white orange green green white black white orange green.

The next day the east is on the hill east west west east coast park park on west east west of east coast park west west of east coast. 

Stil the renegades of green orange orange is the green white green tree on the west side and I see that.

I don't confuse anyone but I'll be back in the sun for the weekend and then we will have a good day at work and then I can still be here in the sun. 

 The prairie dog is in a tree and the orange is on a green tree.

PREDICTIVE

 Okay I don't want you in my life anymore I just don't know how about it but I'll be happy for him lol but I'll be back on time and he doesn't like me too lol but I'll be back on time for the day lol but I think it's okay but I think it's cool but I'll let you know if you guys are there and I'll park at your house in a little while I can still have it a bill lol but I think I was like oh dang lol but I'll be back on the west end lol but I think I was going on the boat but I'll be there soon lol but I think it's okay but I think I was like oh dang 

 Grafted to a tree

    Of repose

        Sky meets the tree

      And all hell breaks loose

 Her stout fingers crushed the shells

     "See the water

    Your brain is water!"

    Which was confusing because

    My brain is pretty much all water

   I mean scientifically 

  Yep 

My brain is water

   I was wearing a headband

   Red white and blue 

  GO US 

   then the forest became still

       And we drifted apart

    

 Stepping through Yohika

       On the chipped pot

      The scrub stained jays

     Pecking at your head 

   You swatted a fly or was it a mosquito 

      We shared the fish and cabbage

      And a girl who was a cat played

      Monkey bars and found her underwear

     In the rafters

 I can't step to the beat

    I've got four thumbs

      And a encyclopedia for a dance move

 My winter formal became a red thermos

    And I'm down in a ice hole cabin

     Fishing for prostitutes

 The last light

   Called for a moment

    Hail the moment

     But we were bored 

     And thirsty

 Oops no I didn't mean that

      Like in a world of have to's

      The steam came from the neighbors eyes 

     Locked out again with a black dog 

    I yelled her name

   And the deaf neighbor 

  Said what's all the yelling about

    So I sold him on a story

      Of the sailing wind

   Sailing! Takes me away!

 I escaped the momentary fragment of Eurasia

    With a cigarette 

    And the time of downward dog angels

      Sleeping in chartreuse 

       Like in a stupid poem

 I can only take a few poems 

    At a time

   Festering bug-like

      Squirming on a chaise lounge 

    With eyes of landscapes 

     Like war

      Until the snap of the windowshade 

   Stirs my frozen antlers

 Crafted for forgiveness 

    The orange rhymes-a-lot tower

      Was leaning several inches 

          When the Colma Sand

              Was discovered to be the "culprit"

      Unfortunately we had already purchased

       Matching dog harnesses

           Too late!

 You think you know

    And you know

     You do

      But the photograph 

   Says otherwise

  Still fuck that

      Photos lie

     You are the one

    Who said that 

   Wasn't that you?

    Oh, maybe not

     I'm tired of all this pursuit

    Of meaning

     Let's watch tv

    And drink

 The brief respite 

       Was sewn to pants

Of Akira Kurosawa 

   Films

 There is no hope

    But in the heart

      What's that

     Look out

 The lights changing

 Above

    Abroad

     Are you going to Freiburg?

 I crafted the mucillage 

   Dyscordiance 

    From an eagles lair

    Like all good men

     The typewriter says

   

 I flubbed it

    Sailing

   W j. slocum 

    Still the bumpo 

    Is the final word

  

 Just dropped a Xanax

     The sleep 

      Room is blah blah blah

      Hairy ideas 

       From the basement boys

      Steal a pair of

      Tennis rackets

     And stay in time

      Close to the event horizon 

     Don't be effortless

  Strawberry nuanced 

    Awards ceremonies 

     Your shirt is just right

      And you look good

 But no one is paying the tab

    The bill is due

   Who's pa is in the audience? 

     Line the garage with bicycles 

       Lemon drop Schwinn

    Cherry bomb

    apple crate 

   Do the shocks work

     On Idaho divorce hills?

    Some say yes

 Breathe! 

In empty awareness

   Of silk striped cement highways

    Of oil cans and bent rims

      Tired worn out tired

 Piled to the signs

    By the fences with green plastic

     Chain link days 

        With candy wrappers 

     And empty Dr. Pepper plastic bottles

 We stole checks from mailboxes

    And bought what would take us away

   In an abandoned rock store 

     We sat and talked

     Of Covid and what there was to eat

    The night was cold and we slept in an old car 

Named Tomorrow 

   

 Green garlands

     Round the purple footed

     Iroquois

      Blood tomahawks

        In birch canoes 

   We paddled 

   The soft Star 

       The water talking 

         Reeds whispering

    Amongst themselves

         Give the day it's due

        The blood is not to be seen

          Upon the water

       

 I pinched some adderol 

    From the drawer in his work desk

    This was some gin in there too

       Later I had cotton mouth

   So dry

     When he found out he got mad

    And he never really got mad

    I was surprised 

 

When he came to look at the room for rent

    He didn't really say much 

 His buddy did all the talking

He got married on Kuaui 

     He was so nervous

    The plan had been to hike Napali to the beach

   I would go, being all old and shit, on the 

     Supply boat with the cousins bf 

 But he cheated on her 

   So no boat. 

 I could not drift

    For I had drifted further

        Beyond the banks

      Of Gods good grace

   Pray tell what cause

      Doth haunt the weary headed? 

    Oh the uj- ya know all that shite

   Hah! The truth be told

     You are too bold-

     Lay down the sullen weariness

    And rise to the occasion!

Why not?! What the fuck!