Storied 

 

Cafe Trieste  

 By mm

          San Francisco

             north breach

        Say who sat here m m

 Fuck if I know 

        Some sad drunk

       Poet  

             Smoking  

           Gauloise 

      Herb mm 

heard of Eccles Romanov?

                            No? Where you been oh 

     He died

      last week  

     Shut up really?

      No just pulling 

     Yer leg

         

 

 

 Crude oil whispers

    bomb the fuck out of them

     whose land is this

        Whoever has...

   Ticking away 

    Like a timex 

leave it to me

I've got it all handled

Hurrah 

Hip hip 

Sleep in dazed 

My brain doesn't feel right lately 

Must be oxzemmm

  Or Ozempic

Oxtowers 

Relive cattle prod

Youth

  Lazy E or 

Double Lazy EE

  desperado

Why don't you come to your senses

  Oh I'm rambling

    Bus station loneliness

 and bus station smell

Stale cigarette smoke 

Pell mells 

  "It's toasted!"

Tareyton 100's

 Salems

 Hah tomorrow never knows 

What shits coming 

  Ffff

   Ccvvc 

 sleep monkey

  there's no   

Positive takeaway

   so thoroughly despised 

   and yet so many revere

  Who knows

 Russian asset  

sure seems

  Do any different if he was

mark the roads

  cage the crimes

     clean McDonald's 

       with Luigi's backpack

        So stylish

His ear doesn't even have a scar 

FIGHT! 

 Cusk the swing states 

  All of em

Nah 

 Star link the sky

  Johnny Fucker faster

  "I'm fucking as fast as I can!"

 I got no whispers 

    not in here

Sold my soul

but got nothing

 scammed 

  By momma devil

    Uncle Devil

    you guys ever hear of purgatory 

 D1 athletes 

How much can you make being 

White and cute and funny

    knowledge is so yesterday

  gotta go TikTok!

Oh hell 

   Let's open pedoras 

iPhone ain't

    No 

Phone 

Flip phone 

  Gymnastics 

 Onward to perdition

    On 

I

 

 Cover me 

   on the off chance

I'm an idjit 

   Ddsddd

   To slay beasts

   Ho Ho Hey

     I've slept with a thousand 

but no dreams 

   Don't try to outfox 

    me 

  tie up?

   Torn up

     Text 

     Career joker

       I can make you laugh

        and you can make me cry

      in the pines

  In the salty pines

   the slimey 

Baccalaureate 

 Student 

   On spring time 

     In Poland

  it's going to get worse

don't know where

  Kathmandu 

Or Crimea

  Hah

    sit down now

     We have your best interests 

  at heart 

  Netanyahu

 Are you an insurance salesman

for Mossad SS ?

Nice suit

   clear the region

    for future generations

  

 

 Dereft 

  Bob timely Bob

     Bbb  

Flatted Bb

   Be flat flat

 stink it up good 

    Buttface!

I'm a daisy

   I'm your Huckleberry

The strain was more than I could bear-

   Mexicali dues

   drinking Modelos

    and eating carnitas

    don't know why I came

To keep from playing blues

    Skeleton holds an LP

 further on dreams

    Of Greyhound Bus Station

     smoking in the back

       The whole bus smells like stale

Cig smoke and BO

   and sticks to you  

after 911 they checked your bags

   Gonna hijack a Greyhound

  and drive it into the Pentagon

Or a 7-11

   Get an icee 

And an old hot dog

Been theee tommm  

Oops

  

 So much crap

  Piles

    daring one to defy

  B b

 Left turns

     No Wm Tell here

    shooting apples off his sons head

Gregory Peck ain't having none of it

   We got John O'Hara 

       Ernest Hemingway software

  I thought it was a joke

  now it's for sale

    Grapes of Wrath your writing

   Tell me about the bunnies Lenny

  stuck in Orinda

 St Stephen

   What will be the answer to the answer man? 

   Take the 24 to 580 get on the 405

Until Rengstorff 

     look out for Cardinals

Bob Gibson 

Won 3 games 

     and hit a home run

1967 World Series 

 

 I measured the syncopated 

mornings with aches 

 and pains 

    The bed covered in books

Jeffers poetry 

  Somerset Maugham 

 Burning in water drowning in flame

also harmonicas

A B flat E D F G C

and assorted junk 

  T shirts 

  Headphones 

  Plastic bags

Old Guitar Player magazines

   given away free at Amoeba

I took like six of them

   Django Reinhardt

  Charlie Christian

   Joe Pass

  Don't remember the others

Peter Rowan liked my silly tune on Facebook!

Woot

Kinda old timey tune

Two chords

G to C with Banjitar harmonica Electric Bass and broken ceramic drum courtesy of previous housemate. He tried to leave his bongos but two big. Dale and I took them to outside his apartment on Clement st and started playing. Cop came over and asked what we were doing.

"There's no heroin hidden in these drums occifer!"

Bang boom bang

 

 I got so many problems

It's like problems on top of

    bullshit

   I mean more problems

   Like a haystack

   Haha

   Wait what

    Here we are

     I'm just old

      Neuropathy! 

       small strokes

         I could go 

anytime

   so I quit boozing

  it wasn't that fun anyway

   and now the thought of it

  Kinda grosses me out

   Yuck!

  Playing centerfield

for the Boston Red Sox!

 Woot

 There was no hope

   in empty sighs

    bright drafts of beer

    dirty wood stools 

    and bar 

   laughter

     Say don't I know you

     the horses aren't running no more

  too many put down

    now they bet on who will be Pope!

  Parish Hopper in the third?

  Nah, Fat and Shiny

Celibate my Ass! in the fourth

  Let's go or we'll be late

   But still no hope

  busted in Vatican pool rooms

   Swiss Guards lancing

   tequila drinkers

   Where can we get some tamales?

   for you I suggest Lichtenstein 

 Oh okay fuck you

  Cuckoo clocks 

In five hundred years

 

 I wandered

   the grave bypass

   of triangulated symptoms!

    endeared myself to pharmacy workers

     kept bottles and pills

    Pills and bottles of unknown potency

    made dates for Sunday lunch

   with 95 year old mom with a broken arm

   drive over bridges and thru tunnels

   like a message in a bottle

HELP! IM STUCK ON AN ISLAND! SEND HELP!

but nothing 

day after day

  drinking coffee and smoking cigs

   eating sweet and sour pork

   lunch specials

and thinking about New York City

and the line at Katz's Deli

  wandering SoHo

  and the west village

  staying at my cousins empty apartment 

on MacDougall street

  

 

 

 

 I'm dreaming 

   another round

twisted sleep

  indigestion

    stupid shots 

    to help w blood sugar

   fuck up

my stomach

   went to the library

  yesterday to try to recover

  some stuff off the computer

  Pics and music

Death Valley

   days 

  with C & V

we never get along

  but we go anyway

pics are good

   looks like fun

I want to go

  But too hot now

  maybe pyramid lake

    

 Fender Mustang

 

 It's Monday 

another one 

    Round and round

         we go

ring around the rosie 

   ashes ashes we all fall down 

     -they wore muddled

clothes baggy

   and misshapen 

  hooded eyes 

  Bitterly red-

they laughed and looked at their phones

   for what and where to eat

"I want fries"

I don't think they're going to have fries at a sandwich shop

but yeah 

    I can't help you

 you're on your own

  - Unhelmeted motorcycle riders

rode wheelies

 on the street

thru stop signs

    past old ladies

Life is beautiful!

    Looks like the dead have risen

but it is Easter

  so there's that

Hopping pink bunny

  At the Claremont

  He got his picture taken

While we hurried to get out 

of the parking lot 

  after two hours they charge you

Brother in law 

 drove under the barrier

cuz he was a minute late

 

 There was no there there

   everywhere seemed forgotten

clothes were left in heaps

  stairs broke down

    You smiled a lot

    sang about roses

  You ate the tiniest portion of an edible

and it made you high

   People smiled at you

for no known reason

  You liked dogs and babies

  you're an old man now said Jack Terwilliger

But you paid him no

  never mind

it wasn't worth it

 

 Freudian tripe

    indigestion

   and coffee

 on Easter 420

   hippie hill

 covered in bunnies

  Holding chocolate eggs

 and giant glass bongs

  5 foot bongs 

stand on a chair

  and then pass out

Smoke em up boys

  Those eyes won't get red on their own

 Pot don't smoke itself

 They over regulated the pot industry

 what happened to free market

Let anyone grow it 

Let any licensed business sell it 

Tax it and put pot people who don't pay taxes 

In jail for tax evasion

   Suck on that 

 The movement of tree pollen

like a green carpet

on the sidewalks

Chop all the trees down!

I feel sluggish and sick

Not quite sure what's wrong 

My head feels tight and constricted 

Blah blah blah

Everything sucks!

 Crows were making a lot of noise

Sounded like a bunch of them!

all chattering and cawing

Around six o'clock at night

Like a Saturday night crow fest

like a party!

or some kind of important meeting

maybe king crow got elected

Everybody jabbering

 Who knows 

 The mules

are fighting back

They've retired their reserve

"No more twenty mule teams!"

"We won't haul borax for the man!"

Their signs will be in the museum of the area

in the future, maybe fifty years

Still, it's pretty unusual for mules to be protesting.

One was complaining about his 401(k)

"This shit is ridiculous!"

a couple coyotes wander with the protest

Not really there but hanging out

like coyotes do

 Morning on Haight street

  the girls that work at the cafe seem tired

It's kinda slow and grey outside 

 One of the girls has a dog named Croissant

The fat old guy that owns it

Is busy pushing chairs around

I think that's all he does

 I told him "You're the chair man!"

 I had a dream

I got some three dollar bills

and I thought I didn't know they had those

but everything was cool

They seemed like European bills -

  they were bigger and colorful 

   then I dreamt about something else

equally strange and matter of fact

I'm sure