I embrace the 

  turgid sanctity of 

my self

    I'm a saffron

rock 

   surrounded by tv shows 

Like Andy Griffith

   I am the holiness 

Of mold

   The breakfast

Of a Polish mollusk

I ate lsd at a young age 

 I was the garden 

   I had your heart in my pants

       It was a rain covered white rose

I  was a 

Blah blah blah 

  POS

 I WAS just a person 

Who didn't know 

What was going on

   But ham & cheese 

Oh never mind

Oh wait

 I'm not a coming of age novelist

tattered and dog eared

dropped beneath a chair in a street cafe

I'm a three piece suit from 1940

riddled with Tommy gun bullet holes

On St. Valentines Day

I'm a Cadillac 

patched and oily

    Smelling like gasoline

    Empty peanut butter jars

JIF

in the backseat 

   IM A MISTER PEANUT

ANTENNA THING

 I lie in bed

       eating pretzels

      wondering about the automatic 

Capitalization

   And how to change it

 Too rainy

     To cry

too rainy to sigh

   I'll fly high!

     (not like a kite)

    like a tequila bottle 

   in a burlap sack

         (I was in a bus in the fog

the town sign said TEQUILA in the mist

of my sleepy eyes at 4 am)

    We'd left Guadalajara and the craft town nearby

  Where they make tons of chotchkes for la turistas

  The city has Siquieros murals of war

   And crying children

and a large university

   And a lake

 ZGB is in a nice Tuesday spot 

not far

    Mi Cochi!

  I love ZGB

 She has a CD player!

Today is rainy so she'll be cleaner

  Sometimes I worry about her

  But that's just me being me

 could you 

    No no addendum 

Mistah

   Downtown emptiness

   Say buddy

   I'm thinking of getting something nice

At the gas station

  Said the lady with frosted hair

  Holding her phone

OMG

   hardware store closed

 On Tuesday

     Spent $30 on 9v charger

    The usual caste of characters were 

There like everyday

  Got steak tacos w chips 

Cebollas y Cilantro 

     Finally got the interface to be

Recognized

After multiple failed attempts

Housemate said what do you think was wrong

I said Too much negative energy in this room

   I hold you responsible 

         Reset 

     Re-do

   reprise

    From the local Hebrews

   There's no.... for Ian 

   It's an atmospheric river Wednesday 

 I'm a tired 

persnickety older guy

   does it do any good

      to be annoyed?

Haha probably not 

   Well almost definitely ixnay

  But sometimes shit just

     gets to you

what are you gonna do?

   I try to drink

a lot of water.

  

 Some times you

    just don't feel good and

    You don't know what's going on

But it's probably the tequila

Last night

     And you wonder

        what you did

               and it slowly comes back

   in pieces

 He thought himself a volcanic pimple on the face of the Arcangel

U

  Should use

Tetracycline 

But the heavenly clouds parted 

And EA Poe

   Wrote it all down

In Baltimore

 Paraguay is a walnut

You are the iguana's eye

As it devours the hibiscus flower

On the tiled veranda

Welcome to Puerto Vallarta!

 So many voices

In my head

Do this

       do that!

Put the jigsaw puzzle together in rythmic rhymes

    Oh Tinker toy tailors

   Reading Robert's Rules of Order

    Clemency is a West Indies ideal

  The Governor won't listen

  The boat will sail

The water so blue 

On your way to be hanged

  But the boat sinks and 

You are the only survivor 

   A frigate takes you to Paramaribo

You befriend the indigenous people 

    Who take you inland 

And you're never heard from until 1933

You call your mom

  Mom I'm a hundred and thirty three years old!

But moms got you beat!

 I had no redos 

     Abruptly pleading

The casein formaldehyde yesterdays

    I woke in a place I could not know

But it was the same as yesterday

   Don't try to explain

 It's not explicable 

   The forest is bathed in light

    You chase the shamanic light

    Until your feet are tired 

      There's nothing you recognize 

So you lay down

And dream of alien handwriting

On the back of your eyes

The soft forest fog is enveloping you

You're getting kind of wet 

   You get up and walk 

Back 

It's like twenty feet

   And you open a cold beer

And eat some crackers

 Life is ok

 By the down low road

     you dreamt another life

Which you could never lead

   Because it was too disastrous

  You chose to stay close to home

And delve into tomes of adventure

   The starving artist 

  Living in a garret in Paris

   The cold is in the bones

   But you're fat and happy

Drinking 8.99 tequila

  

 Bone Apart Salli

   Forth my mistress 

Of the night

Please the rat faced cop

   On the street corner

   Sign yr name sir

   And go fuck yer sister

Orders from above! 

  Jean Gabin is in the Casbah

But who are you

Where are you

  Gavino?

Oops sorry 

Thus went awry

 I tried

 Not to do but something always

          Got in the way

    Sometimes I was just bored

Sometimes I was fed up

  Other times I was "triggered"

Weaponized autism? 

  I'm kinda living it

   I know 

 I know

 But ___ doesn't know

    Or won't admit it 

 So we get to deal

    With it

Fuck that

 Bonaparte Sally

   Strode the Avenue

Replete with third eye blues

   Her diamonds were standard brand

  Her rubies

Well she had none

Sing us a tune Bonaparte Sally

    About the salamanders in June

Sing us a tune

   About your lover

And how much you'd 

Do for him 

If he'd just wash the dishes

Just once

 I got a phony side

I'm a hypocrite! God preserve!

 I guess I'm human after all

What's for lunch?

Oh I'm

An

A -hole

  I'm sorry

  I guess I'm not fit for 

Society

  Thank you lord

 You're the 

Censorious 

  Calamity Jane 

Encased in buckhide

   Firing six shooters 

At random flakes of bird

Eyed cavalry

   Your Buffalo father 

Is a mountain peak 

Your Buffalo mother 

   Is a yell or a scream

  In the woods

 Of snow, winter

   Blood trails are left

As you run from the Blackfeet

  An octagon barrel is pointed your way

But you are gone in a flash

You're Found days later eating maize

  And drinking the white mans liquor

Burning your insides

In a saloon in Billings

And playing cards for silver

 Still face

I've got a lot to learn 

From you sir but I'm sure you'll get there 

The next one is in a couple weeks or 

The following year 

I'm gonna have a couple more 

I'm not gonna have any time 

I'm just not sure how long I will have to wait 

The last thing I need is a new car 

The one that I have is my old car so I'm not really worried 

 

 I've got a horny toad

I'm back on dry land once again

I'm stealing an Elton John song

I'm not sure where the yellow brick road is

Somewhere over the rainbow I guess

 I am the destiny

The mountain that will never be climbed (or something)

The hatter who's mad!

   I am the mountain stream

In the Sawtooths

     The road not taken

Because a handwritten sign said don't

YOU WILL DIE. 

So I went the other way 

And it has made all the difference

Bob Frost

 I am the pickle

Of forty tees

   You snagged a tree line 

Bifurcated meander

   Into the blood

   The pool you said

   And ordered drinks by the pool

But nothing came

  So we left

 We drank tequila 

     In a mild winter

I had great notions

But your dog kept barking

  So I fed it chicken from dinner

And said good dog

  Then it bit me

  And you gave it steak

 I had an idea

    But it was an ice cream cone

And you ate it

 I'm dumb

As fuck

  fuck me

 I'm the rose you tried to eat

    Drunk in San Mateo

     How's it going?

 In sixth grade

In Livermore Ca 

I had a slam book

And got sent to the principal 

Cuz I had a cuss page

With two other guys

On that day 

Karl Quimby

Became a god

 I had the grumble

The creamsicle rumble 

I was the kid

   Riding on the running boards 

  In the east

     With pine trees

 And namesake firs

And snow in dirty patches

   At a place that had old washing machines

Left outside

Candy was fifteen cents

Good and Plenty

Junior Mints

Necco Wafers

Licorice

  In the spring I wanted to play baseball 

So bad

  The bat was like marble fudge ice cream

Rippled

A kid got hit in the head by a swing

   Blood

I tried to take him to the school

The Nurse came running up and yelled at me

"You're not supposed to move him!"

I was all fuck you ya fat ugly bitch 

I'm in third grade 

And you're a stupid cunt

Your iron will must come to the forefront now.
It will take great personal determination to resolve the situation in question.
Your adversary would love to force you into an angry display.
That would legitimize his opposition to you.
Such a berserker rage would drag you down to his level.
You must resolutely take a public stand against what he represents, but refuse to engage him.

 Complain

   complane 

    Cumplean s'all

I ever do! 

   Whoopty 

Haha 

   Winter is in the spring of my mind

The harrowing narrows

   of of my stymied blah blah blahs

Walks are nice

   Some people are fun to hang out with

Young people with little kiddos 

Kids scream and run around

They come out of the bathroom

With their pants down

      They get tired and cry

  They laugh and like to eat

Crazy kids! Haha

Parents are amazingly patient and happy

Just to have some relief

 I took a shower

Now I'm waiting around 

To go pick up Mike in the mission 

And then drive to Oakland for Thai food w Taz

And then a noir movie at the Grand Lake theatre 

My new favorite theatre

But my fave is still the Film Forum in NY

Also the IFC

I'm not doing so well

I drink too much

But I'm sure happier when I'm drinking

None of this worrying business

Maybe I need to purchase some self help books

I'm ok you're ok

Getting to yes

I'm a good person god damn it! Fuck all y'all! Oh wait

Lol

 I think I can be a jerk

     And it's mostly to myself

But yeah others too

 I try to put on a good show

 And be funny and self disparaging 

 But if I see a person riding a bike on the sidewalk or a person on a motorized scooter!

I get bent out of shape

  They ride along happily but suddenly 

I'm mad! Haha grr&%#<!

 Ronnie said 

I get it! Everything is awful!

   And I said well not everything

  But sometimes it feels like it

 The relief you experience here is not your own personal pardon, but the release of others from your rigid expectations.

Like a hot air balloon, you will rise to new heights as you cast the heavy sandbags of resentments and restrictions away from you.
Feel the lightness of being that results from forgiving others and accepting them as they are.
Free yourself of the endless vigil of policing the behavior of others.
See them for who they are, not what they can or can't do for you.

 I gotta get out

Gotta break the cycle

the tyranny of my mind

        The 

 controller-

             Of the thing called me

      I only got so much-

   I know a monk

 One of the Dalai Lama's-

Yeshi-

  I shouldn't brag

But I don't wear the saffron robes

   I'm a regular non-monk

We looked at Audis in a showroom in New Jersey

   While Suzanne was at the doctor

The Salesguy didn't like me

I wouldn't play his game

     I'm sorry

I'm here for Yeshi

Not you asshole

That's New Jersey

Now let's get some

Tandoori chicken

      On that street in Jersey city

That is nothing like Mumbai

 I wish 

I was a Mona Bone Jakon

    In another decade

In a big clunky grey ford

    Whiling away my days 

    Smoking pot

Like I was a free soul

   In California

Like I was listening to a 

"I used to count lovers

Like railroad cars

I counted them on my side"

Thanks Joni

   But let's get real

You're an old white man

And your brain is your biggest 

Enemy 

    

 I'm none of those things

I'm ok

But jeez

   Why does my brain

Say you shouldn't have fun

   When people are dying

  I think it's fucked up

But there it is 

Is it some kind of excuse

   So I can suffer

Is it some kind of bullshit

I think it is

   I'm just a regular person

Haha

 Oh

My tummy

        hurts

 What's your excuse?

     I found a computer 

But I got no mouse

Maybe I should get a cat

Or move to a shack in 

Some sunny clime

   Hello

 a fortune

    in SF

          Sits

           On 

     The place 

  A phone booth home is

   Everywhere there's guys 

             From everywhere

      Working

       A van from Ukiah

      Has been across the street for weeks

             another gold rush 

            Fix it up and sell it

          Move on to the next

            It's good for the economy 

          Lots of guys 

    working

            

 Sometimes you

think too much

     Sometimes not enough

  sometimes ah fuggetit 

     Sometimes the sun is shining

    today rain is pouring down

     But the forecast was wrong

   I got up early 

Before the light

   Before the rain

  Before I realized my head hurt

Went to Starbucks and got a coffee

and a ham and Swiss sandwich 

Then I went back to bed

And my head hurt

 He said I was a hypocrite 

Because I didn't always use my turn signals

He said we're a block from where I got hit on my motorcycle

Because a guy didn't use his turn signal!

I'm sorry you got hit. That sucks

You've never complained about my driving before

What's going on?

 The movement of Euripides 

Was caught 

    like a fish hook

      In the lips 

  Of the Believers

     Like Queequeg

     In bed

You woke up 

to find yourself

     dead(!)

like Pasta Bolognese 

 In Mantua

      Or Padua

         And Verona

     I'll say it was a drunken night

With a horrible sagging mattress

You got up to use the toilet 

   Down the hall

   you walked into

 A family's apartment

   They all looked at you and laughed

"Down the Hall, Next door!"

And in the morning looking 

out the window at the old world sunlight

and creaky stone buildings

  Of Juliet

     You were hungover

 I got a 

Hunger

       Sittin in the car

Eating a lox bagel

and drinking hot coffee

         Listening

        to an eighties 

         Greatest Hits CD

            It's a quiet

      Winter morning

    People are out walking

Their doggies

"I'm on a Mexican Radio!"

 The key was lost 

  Doors closed as the 

     Eons were revealed

    The rich got richer

    People were absorbed by 

Videos of porcupines

    Bears seemingly chased 

The pope

   Who said inter species marriage

Was no longer considered blaspheme to Catholicism 

  The tundra revealed

    Its ancient weapons

 Kids in Simpsons sweatshirts 

    Were bombed 

And hospitals were bombed

And people were bombed

And houses were bombed

And people died

And 

The rich got richer

And 3 tons of ice melted every day

 I'm stymied

   I'm a brick from over there

Leaning to the pass

   Corral Hollow

  Steep hills

 down the hills 

Used to be a small sign with a swastika

And a phone number

  At the top 

Leading to site 300

No trespassing 

As the government blows stuff up down there

  The cows don't care

Always eating

At Carnegie the motorcycles

Leave black lines on the hills

  Woot 

Going straight up

Hundred yard hills

  Time to go to Foster's Freeze

 7 ciggies 

  And two shorts

Tomorrow we go to court

  To talk about bullshit

  Nothing!

 So much a waste of time

Ours and the courts

  He said we said they said 

Don't do that!

Gotta be shaved

And clean

And don't laugh

Even when the bailiff

Says we'll be sharting 

Stortly 

She looked nice

I'll be glad when it's over

Stupid

 The fink

    Moved

Like a skating

   Plied

     Zambogey

  Zam boo!

   I'm a lecher

With eyes 

For you

See me now

   In the cloud

 All grey 

And ominous

  Like San Rafael 

Real estate

Or a bus to Marin

Don't try that in blankety blank 

I think I'm losing it

 I stopped

   The Melba toast 

   Banks

        And creatures 

Of the steady eyes 

    With a surplus

    Of ran

   Ran 

Ran

     With the rain

    On fire-

And firemen

   Talking over coffee

Like a black lagoon

   Uniforms

     On Thursday morning

(How's that for some POETRY)

   

 I got nobody

Like a collar 

  On third St

      The Cap'n

    Had a problem 9th

  Street in 

       Oakland CA

    With an old patched up Cadillac 

He just couldn't stop

We were like what? Heroin

Nope The Peanut Butter

The drs warned him

But it no good

 The Cap'n COULDNT STOP

 As a rich man 

      He bought an estate 

In your fucked up mind

   Oh no I mean Sonoma

      Had a boat built

       Spared no expense

           But wouldn't ya know

        Everything went wrong

      But it didn't stop him

      Off to the South Seas

        But there's a few diseases 

That can take a toll

    As well as a ton of booze

    Fuck it 

         Hoist the iron

       Reef the sails 

        

 I haves

   Gots

   A merry 

    Yestidy 

     Fine fellows broken

      In the Sea

          Of Jack London

        Oyster Pirates

    A ship was a boat

      Bought by his aunt

           He didn't buy a drink all night

          Then realized what he'd done

              And became the Prince 

        Of Oyster Pirates

                               Buying everyone's drinks

 Craziness

   Is cheap

   God worship

Also cheap

      How did we get here?

In a fascist forensic 

  Fuck face 

   Racist Amerikkka?

We followed the path

  Of what got us here

Genocide and Slavery

  Greatest Country in the World

Get a gun 

Get some drugs

  Get a bible

Ban women's rights

  Blame the left

Antifa did it!

  Mexicans suck up all our blood

Why can't America be like it used to be

Volkswagens were okay 

But not Toyotas

  We speak German here

Dept of Homeland

  What the fuck is that?

Der Vaterland!

Auffschgang Verboten!

Sorry but truly fuck that guy

 

 I planted

A seed

Long ago

But nothing grew

  Except displacement 

And longing

I painted a hundred paintings

  And printed a hundred 16x20

  Photos 

From color negatives

At a lab that was closing

   - They're stored in a box 

      In my crowded messy room

  Some day I'll get it together

 Schmooed 

    Like a car toon 

Morning

       Goldfish cracker snacks

    Say what's up?

        You can't tell people how to be

Especially people you know

     Stupid of me to try

  To "help"

      Like the bartender said

"What are you gonna do? Worry about me?"

  Then he died from a drug overdose

Oh sorry I cared

    Still it's a bummer

      

 Strayed

 

                         To the not tomorrow

    What is

     To be

     In a liquid light

         Stryation 

             Of smoking in bed

                        And playing Hearts

        It's a cloudy winter day

 It was a new bookstore

At Church and Market

John owned the store

He'd written the computer code for the software 

Tracking inventory

John always looked like he needed a shampoo and a shave 

His cheesy sport coat was always covered in cigarette ashes-

He'd made his money playing poker-

During the Vietnam war he'd received a draft notice

And was told to report to the induction center-

He went and went through the entire process then 

They said you're in now get on the bus 

You're going to boot camp 

But here take everyone's papers

John left the building and turned left instead of right

On his way home he dumped all the papers 

In a garbage can

Six months later he got another notice 

To report to the induction center

But this time they asked him what he did for work

Oh yah know I do this and that 

No what do you do for money

He came clean

I play poker he told them

Bing bang 

Undesirable they stamped 

His papers and told him to hit the road

They didn't want him taking money off all 

The regular GI's

 Peter Carini broke my camera

    I took a picture of him candidly

After that it wouldn't work

 He had he joined the Marines

  and was sent to Camp Pendleton

   And cried

  But he made it through

He could charm the pants off the ladies

He loved redheads

He had a studio apartment with his cats

On Laussat Street

I told him I had a paperback copy

Of The Basketball Diaries

Signed by Jim Carroll

He said oh and showed me a First Edition

Copy from the original publisher Bolinas Press

With notes from Jim Carroll

Thanking Peter for hanging out 

And how great it was to talk

To someone who really knew what was going

On with the Beats.

When the movie by Katzanzakis

Came out 

Peter could talk extensively about the book

But he wouldn't when a news crew came to the bookstore

So I was on the news 

So I said these people who are protesting 

Haven't even read the book or seen the movie

I hadn't either but whatever

 The ribald written on scratch paper blues

    Here's to the steady worker

Who can't quit cuz he's fucking broke

Here's to the guy at the Church Street Station

Who calls and says come over during your break

I'm in the back bar

  Well drinks are 99 cents

I had three in fifteen minutes

Then I'm back at work

 Some

 

                 sequence of sorriness 

  Laid out

                     Like a causeway 

        From one end to the other

           Giant electrical pylons

      Overhead

       Spitting 

          EMF's 

         At the sad 

        Men driving home

      Laughing about that guy

          Who broke his hand

        Waving to the pope

    Or otherwise 

      The children in the playground

Laughing 

      And screaming

    And running around

    Having fun

     The clouds are forming

Overhead

     Dark and wonderful

           Promising a drenching

Of rain

On the hills

Near Grizzly Peak

 The Druid 

      In his lair

Had no idea what was going on

  "Cutting hair? Do I look like a barber?"

His long bony nose twitched behind his hooded 

robe. 

  He fingered an amulet made of amethyst and spoke to his assistant, a small creature from the now vanished race, the Picts. 

 "Hrekroh ming krynti drakkar no!"

He said in a now vanished tongue

The Pict stared incredulously and then turned and ran off to do what the dark Druid had ordered. 

"Another day" he thought

 The Pithy

            Angel

     

       From

Montgomery

    Oops sorry 

  JP

       FROM

 Ann Arbor

          Slipped on the ice 

             And spilled her drink

      "God dammit!"

   Oops sorry Lord

       She pulled herself up 

     And went back in

      to clean up

      and make another 

        Vodka Gimlet

  "La dee da dee do!"

  She hummed

              

 LOOK OUT!

For the Druid in his lair!

HE'LL CUT YOUR HAIR

He'll leave you bare

He won't use NAIR

IT WONT BE FAIR

LOOKOUT FOR THE DRUID IN HIS LAIR

(sung to the tune of happy birthday)

The New Yorker will love this

 

 The pithy

   Angel of the destitute

In tarp tents 

On the SF sidewalks 

  They can be so messy!

  Junk everywhere

    Can't they clean up a little

  In between the rain

  The wind

      And a million other things

   

 C the Sizemore office building

   Said contraire 

  Oh. Talk to me

    From near or fair

    Roses are sometimes red

My pain is mine

   I'm not in the mood

          

   

       

 Naked in the rock

    You fell 

a thousand feet

   Into Yosemite

Rodinol developer

   And Selenium

  and Gelatin Silver Fiber

    Prints in Edward Weston's blackened 

Hangover

   Photos of cats 

And bell peppers 

    And toilets 

  And Caprice

Who I met

 In 1979

   She drove while he slept 

 Thirty years older 

In Death Valley

    And they found a man

Dead 

   

 Creature of 

   Your sordid 

Nowhere apartment blues

   Like a bolillo 

From Lucky

   Fifty cents 

   And some deli 

Potato salad. 

  Some people don't like Mayo

     But in Iowa

  It's 31 degrees 

  And the sound is

  The little doggie

   With his paw on you

Asking for more rubs

  No sound

  No past 

 But every day

  No awaken

   Like a big fat loser 

    Buying J Crew clothes

    To make up for 

      Something

In the past

  Where the hot tub 

In Oakville

   Was okay 

On 1 am Valentine's Day

And then I found ten dollars!

 

 The also

Rambl

    

     Seamed a piton

Of proportions

  

  Nailed into the rock

   To hold your weight

  In case you fell

  

   While trying to 

Get to new heights

    Daedalus 

   To warn you

   But why worry

The wax might melt 

But the logic is wrong

It gets colder

The further up

You go

 I blarged 

  Re- flarged  stood

      On a steady

   

          Stream

     Of syntactical 

 Sycophantic 

   Sentencings 

 I plied 

    The pilloried

  Privatized

      In sea biscuit

  Butter toffs

 Of yappity yoo!

   And Queens are 

   Too the left 

Of you 

No the right

 Don't join the 

DEUX EX MACHINA

Or do?

   

     What do I care?

Or even does it matta?

  Schmatta 

   Schmatta

     schmatta

We are the Young Americans 

Singing with Cher

   No Bobby Sherman mansions please

   I'll take Tom Jones FTW

Alex

Oh damn the Osmonds

  Are fucking shut up

 You who had nothing

   Warned of that long necked guy

On a bitterly cold night

  In the back room 

In San Francisco

  With CRACK cars racing on 

and roaring

On Fell street outside 

All night along

 And clown faces 

Laughing and smiling

And diamond patterns

    On the walls

        But later her mother

Called

And said

"WHO IS THIS GUY?!

   MY muffin!

  I guess I "faced her up"

  I was just a dumb young white guy

Who thought drawings were drawings

Not paintings

Oh we had some fun

   Haha like when you spilled a Dr Pepper

On your brand new word processor

Oops sorry Cracky

   In the Loin 

We shared

Lovers 

 But not by consent

Like we had any ability

   To tell gals what to do

We were at there mercy

  And thank the lord for them

And we're sorry about that night

 And about how you jumped out of a moving train

Convinced the FBI was about to arrest you

And that cold morning

The fog was blowing in

And you rang the bell and wanted to come up

Sorry buddy no 

 Cest la vie

   FRANCO YOUTH

   

 I have a thousand sleeps

     Under my belt

Like a continuous arc

    Of the mechanics nightmare

Where's the wrench

    Or sorting through endless

 Stuff

   Why 

I don't know

Maybe my subconscious 

Is trying to tell me

I'm spinning my wheels

And going nowhere 

 I sat 

    The biscuit 

Of the nomenclature 

Of no how not being not

    But the sun

   Shone so bright

   In the alleged winter

   And I'm a bum

  Trying to figure out 

Why or where or what 

But I guess I don't really care

 And should probably just shut up

  And DO SOMETHING

like make dinner

 I dreamt 

A renowned something

   Did a renowned never mind

 Yesterday was no 

    Today is kinda but

    Do I know who I was 

So it doesn't matter

   Stream the embargo

     Be here now

        Be Ram Dass on acid

In a Cadillac somewhere on the road

   He gave away all his money

     Because the universe would provide

  But sadly realized he put the burden of himself 

On others 

  And did he feel guilty 

   I think he did 

But what do I know

The universe is a big place 

And not so big

 Chtulu leased his image to Nike

      Frogmen surfaced in protest 

  "What the Essex is going on?"

   A jellyfish hung out at 4919 feet below 

 Treason

-Tied

I'm in a bind

               And blinded 

Not knowing

    showing

                     Broke

                           And not even drunk!

       What's wrong now?

    Oh everything!

              Books are piled

     Carpets dirty

Yuck

   Get out of bed you bum!

       Quit it! 

Cut it out!

     But    I cleaned the living room!

Oh fraptious day

   Calloo Calais 

   No chortling of joy here

   Jubjub bird!

 Could you say the 

Petty meaning of the storm

   Sunk in a '48 Rolls

   Outside Rancho Cucamonga

       Sliding again

           Sliding

 Across a frozen meadow

     Like Sanskrit epigraphs

The Bikku is shoeless

   And he smokes marjoram 

  His bowl is made of banyan tree

    And he only eats once a week

  (He says) 

   Time opens up a cave in his mind

   And he wanders to different galaxies

   He smells the sound of a black sky

And his toes wiggle

 I need booze

Namely Tequila

So I can listen to the Fire Engines outside

So I can think about my crazy litigious housemate

So I can forget about the bs my life is

So I can write beautiful stories

About a girl named Abigail

In a far off country

With hills of tiles and meals of bok choy

And tomatoes 

 I cleaned the living room

Yesterday and now my back hurts- interesting huh

  I'll sell a million copies

  Called The Dirty Living Room

Starring a rug that was once owned by Robert Evans

But now is downstairs in the garbage can

  It was falling apart and leaving

Pieces all over the floor

The coffee table was covered in scum 

I'm not sure how it got so dirty

It was hard to clean

But when one of your housemates smokes pot 

And watches tv every night until 1 am

And is a Peanuts character named Pigpen

Things get filthy

I used a powerful tile cleaner on the wood coffee table 

And it cleaned up pretty well

Not intended for that but it worked

 Okay I guess 

I was little peeved- not sure why- maybe just becoming a cantankerous old fart- cest la vie- 

 Dream like a casbah 

   Samoyan troglodyte prancing 

  Like a Rug Dealer

     In a Kmart fantasy

Shifting a manual rent a car

In the hill country in Spain

   After having a little stroke

Back home but it's 

Moms 80th bday

 And I've got to do my part

  I don't give a fuck about the weird 

Dress like outfits these guys in Tangiers

Wear 

   Fuck em 

I'm a goddamn American 

And I DONT GIVE A SHIT

about your stupid religion

  Or your call to Prayer

At 5 in the fucking morning

Sounding like an insane Bedouin on ketamine and MDMA 

And meth

GO FUCK YOURSELVES!

I am trying to sleep!