Rainy

Headache day

  Bottleneck slide blues

  on a cheap Kay guitar

W C clef painted on it

  adding harp in what key dunno

 Whatever sounds good

 Blues on

A rainy day

 Fell off the wagon but it was fun

Yabba dabba doo 

   Slept most of yesterday 

Life has gotten so boring what is the point

  Reach for the rocks

Joke with an Angel and a Margarita 

  Somebody has a hell of a shiner 

    Hit the ground with his face

Ouch

  But he's pouring drinks

They say the dog is blind

But he seems happy

 Summer 1978 (written using microphone feature 😀)

We were stoned and it was raining. Pretty much every day. We graduated from high school and we're going to college in the fall. I had I had the brilliant idea that we should do a road trip. We go north along the coast Highway one up to Oregon. We rang guitars hot, and Dylan's blood on the tracks. We also had old in the way. I h Hippie bluegrass man. 

We loaded 63 Ford Fairlane, that my father had bought for $25. When we first got it, we pulled the spark flex, and three of them were carbon up. Replaced them in the car ran for eight years. My sister had on the car before me and she had replaced the ceiling with a batik From cost plus imports. Hippie car. She called it Vyl Cause I was on the license plate. 

We loaded up the car and headed out. No real plans just drive north and get stoned. I don't remember much of that trip but at one point we were at the Oregon coast and it was obvious people had driven their cars on onto the beach. Probably not 63 Ford Fairlanes. Whose suspension was shot. But hey, but hey, we were stoned and enthusiastic. We got about 20 feet in and sink deep into the sand. Stuck and stoned. I'm for about an hour Park Granger drove up, Proceeded to berate us verbally.

Are you guys fucking idiots?

We thought he was out with the wind on his Jeep instead pull out a small folding shovel thought on the ground and told us to dig ourselves out then he drove off. We tried to dig ourselves out, but it wasn't happening. Another cheap pulled up and we told him what was going on. They were incredulous. Give you that shovel One asshole. They had a winch on their jeep too two minutes we were free. We debated whether we should keep the shovel. Stairway threw in the sand and took off. I always wondered if he thought we dug ourselves out. Fuck those fuck those fat cat Rangers and their Snickers bars. I'm not sure how many days we were in Oregon, but it was wet and miserable. We turned around and headed back to Sunny California.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I'm a freak

Leftover fried catfish for breakfast

Been sitting covered in cast iron frying pan since the day before yesterday. Tastes fucking amazing. Cold. 

I'm going through something. Physical changes. 

My brain doesn't quite know what to make of it. It's not really complying. 

I can't take certain things. Things I agreed to months ago whilest drunk. Like flying to Portugal. Nope. Won't do it. My health is too fucked? Maybe I don't know. 

Anyhoo I'm just not. 

Not boozing 

Not smoking 

Not drugs

So what? Wgaf 

Go tell it on the fucking mountain

Not smoking is the like hardest.

Every particle of my body cries for a cigarette every time I turn sit stand think move breathe sigh shit eat pretty much all the time. 

Please replace my 

Endorphins 

Seratonins

Neurotransmitters

Why can't they do something like that? Why the fuck can't they fucking do something? They probably figured it out years ago but their research was purchased by RJ Reynolds and buried. Inside job. Chemtrails. Weather manipulation. 9/11. Kennedy. Who killed Epstein?

See, brain fucked . 

Turn on the tv vhf

UHF 

Channel 54

KOFY

 The broken mirror of the canyon

Cracked and sad

Patched like an old bike tire

Stumbling like a drunk old man

On his way to the insane asylum

Passing young women playing canasta

And eating lollipops of desire

You turn the channel 

There's gotta be something good on

But

Just 

Buy now you stupid shithead

And you'll be happy

Like Fran Tarkenton

Or Moises Alou

  Who 

Change channel 

  Too freaking weird 

You don't even own a tv

That's the scary part

Buddha contemplates his belly button

    While playing slot cars

What?

 You perturbed 

the skating irons 

of times cousin 

Now what 

Cash it and get the fuck out

   Texas ain't got room

   You need Pensacola 

   Or bayou country

   Crawfish

    And broil 

  What am I talking about ?

Not a clue.

 Grief knows no boundaries

You're shackled to it 

ball and chain

You smoke drink eat take drugs to avoid it 

What is it? Just stupid you

Shut up and quit whining

Eat a donut 

Buy an old Triumph TR-5

Drive off a cliff

Or just drive

Just go 

Some where

Some place 

That ain't here

Fuck here

 Blue 

Magistrate

    entwined in Karloff en casement 

Down by the Thames

Nobody cares

    Drive a Citroen 

    And get shot underneath the bridge

     The zither plays on

  Her hand 

Reaches 

   And the police siren blares 

 Cut scene 

A curtain 

A window

A child plays outside

A drunk stumbles down a dark street

A woman screams

Fade to black

  

 

 A century of betoke 

  Sunshine on the brown 

golden 

   dry ass 

Tree less 

Thousands of miles 

  Of California hills 

   Beeves has worked permanent mini ridges

Into the hills walking back and forth for a hundred years

-And "Spaniards"

  Mission bells and 

Enslaved native Americans

Well save their SOULS

BEAT JESUS INTO THEM THE SAVAGES

RAPE THEY WOMEN

SS Chevelle

    Smoking weed  

    and Jack in the Box

     1st street

      Senor Taco

Vic Trigger Band

We rode the bell bottom dreams

and got high at Days on the Green

Bought a Thai stick

Bought two lids

Went to the dam and got harassed by CHP

in Rods blue 240z

Listening to ELP

Tarkus

But they're all dead now

Ya get twenty

Good years and then boom

A lot get a lot less

One good day

But none matters 

Just right now 

And you ain't doin shit

Worrying 

A PhD in worry

What's my problem?! 

Please submit your choices

In standardized form

A.  Tires

B. Stupid

C. Bad fashion sense

D. Taste in music

E. Stupid friends

F. No friends

G. Complain too much

H. Never get laid

I. All of the above

Just take 680 to 24

Or take 4 

Get to 5 and go either south or north

Don't matter

 I smoked 

Ten thousand cigarettes 

 And now what

  My brain has stopped working 

I can read bullshit on my phone for hours

   I'm special!

 I tried

Mmmmm

I'm trying 

I  quit cigs

  Via nicotine lozenges

   But now I'm addicted to lozenges

How many days?

Who gives a fuck

   One 

M

M

None of yer gosh durned beeswax 

Mi fo

  Ah heck

   I still have cigs 

They re right there 

  Under that pile of books 

And hats on my bed

 Let's take a nap

Maybe I'll sleep one in my sleep- dreams

  are a little more memorable these days- which

is not necessarily a good thing- weird dumb ass dreams- that confirm I'm a fucking freak - 

Ah yes life goes on ---

  Please take your seats ladies and germs-----

-----IRS CIA TSA LMNOP IRA ROTH (is that Jewish?)

MOVIES WITH ROBERT RYAN

MICHAEL CAINE 

hello

What day is it 

Oh Sunday

   Will the Sun show itself ?

Questions questions 

ROBERT DUVALL

LARRY MCMURTRY

 Buried in a foggy city

in the middle of summer 

Windy City with for rent 

For lease signs on everything 

What has happened to our city

The business is no longer here 

We walk and see for lease signs everywhere

Neighborhoods where people live are doing well

Bustling - markets, coffee shops, bakeries, dim sum

Downtown is a ghost land

The money has moved 

Where does it live

On the internet my boy THE INTERNET!

 

 O golly

Cape Verde

   and pie eyed hats 

don't wander

    In senseless circles

    Entwined with bars

   and booze

taking aspirin 

after falling 

  in Market st

running past traffic

   I couldn't keep up

   Where'd you go?

   Laussat street one block

   with your cats and books

 And heroin

 and gin 

 Creature tries 

On a windy day

To see his reflection in a shop window

Too

Much glare

 In his broken eyes

Too much sun

 Too many shadows 

  On a dry "Texas street"

     Waiting for a cowpunch

Waiting to play pool

And sneezing 

Hay fever

Hoof in mouth

There's nobody here that knows him

He's a creature from the swamps

  He rode the train to Wichita once

  Hitchhiked back took three days 

   riding in the back of a chicken rig

   Smoking and drinking 

Oh the beautiful days 

With no cares

And no girls

To worry about

 

 Fortitude Avenue

Is a backwash 

The trash is gone 

Moved out 

Took his dildos 

And his mice 

Collection of 73 mice in as many cages

-Had to keep the room

At "room temperature"

What is that exactly?

Ah well life moves on!

 

 Ya gotta go where it hurts

Where it kicks the shit of you

N blood and

Teeth and skin is torn

Where you cry to blackfaced sheep all fuzzy and soft

And baby pigs trying to find a nipple on his brother

Ya gotta go there, somewhere,

In the valley 

of Death/Sorrow/Masturbation

In the shadows where a circle lurks quietly waiting

Where pain walks behind trees and whispers

And lures you with the sirens twisted and tied

with tales of honey sap like toasted virgins ears

And beautiful leaves of breasts and soft tired buttery

Whatevers 

That's close to where  

You have to travel

But be back by dinner

 

 Empuje la fagate en la Calle vaca

Empuje la garbage en la Calle Matamoros

Callate la Boca mis maloya 

Strange fruit dangling from balls trees

En cerca de pueblo 

  Bois de aqua de Guadaloop 

   Spit and rinse

   Bois du vin a pont neuf

   La case Nuevo es le pont neuf

Travel broadens your outlook

Du biere sur le bord du mer

 I had a dream 

I was at a house with a bunch of people

Everybody was painting 

They took my paintings and painted really interesting, dynamic paintings over them. I was like wow that's a cool painting and at the same time I was all, they painted over my paintings.

Then I saw a girl I liked and she was with a nerdy guy but she obviously was with him.

Why do I have dreams like this?

Do I really have such low self esteem? 

Fucked up. 

 

 I feel like I screwed the pooch

But I'm laying in bed, eating nicotine lozenges

Oh whoop-de-do hell Hella Baloo 

How are you Houston? Do you stink?

In Austin?

No babies here no babies in LA. No babies in San Francisco.

I'm crying. I'm a crying fool. That's not real. Am I real?

Heck what does it matter?

It's foggy it's a foggy summer in SF

San Francisco

Frisco

Sammy Franny

Botulism town

Dirt balls, and fags

Stoned assholes

Ugly people welcome to America

 I washed my hair with a bar of soap

But it wasn't like the last time

I wandered the streets of New Orleans 

But I didn't hear Dixieland jazz once

Just a bunch of crap hip hop shit

And young fuck faces smoking pot

They all dressed like fuck knows what

and they talked like they wanted to "do a super burrito"

I couldn't help it but god only knows

Time will tell I guess

My days are long gone

The world belongs to these assholes

Good for them and their shitty ways

 

 I quit smoking so I quit drinking

Every day my head was splitting open

I felt like I did years ago

When I would get headaches and had to quit smoking

Like when I lived on iguana Street in a city lost in the desert

Iguana Street might be a stretch

But it doesn't really matter

The parks and streets are all the same

Nuevo York Rico in the Bowery

Sleeping on the sidewalk

Or in an abandon car

Most likely a Ford 

Or maybe a Chevy

If I was lucky

Some days were good

Some days were not 

But it didn't matter

At least not to me

Across the river

I floated 

Across the sea

It's noted

I fly like a bee, but I got no sting 

It's neither here nor there

But here I am

Lost in a desert city

With iguanas

 I need to wash my brain clean

Tear it out of my head!

Locked in my cranium

-I need to wash with the rocks and dirt and dust and dried sinew of Death Valley

Cleanse -

with the mierda of the desert

Igneous, Permian, some other old geography period

- Shedding blood  

Saguaro Teotihuacan

  Mount poisin

 Mt Oipian

Mt Pipian

Pumpkin seed mole 

Ayuahasca of Don Cuco

   In the dark cool cathedral 

Sweeping leaves

  Sweeping bugs and paper

as girls run and laugh

  Sweeping diamonds dripping

From the iguanas eyes

   The donkeys of the desert

Catch phrases-

   To time to match

    The eyes of brown woman

     Burnt and Loveless

      In her neglect

        In her negligee

        In her bath

          Of cactus spines 

           And iguana eyes

Don Pedro knows 

 Nothing

 He does not talk

 His face blotchy

 The skin looks peeled

 He makes taquitos of mule 

   Enchiladas of peeled snake meat

  Corn churros

 With lime and salt and sugar

 He stands on the corner

At the top of the hill

   In Gringo Gulch

Piles of garbage in the old empty lot 

lemon peels 

  behind him

NO TIRA LA BASURA ANTES DE OCHO

  says the sign

But it is ignored 

The cobblestones wait 

     For an old truck

Or the water man 

  Or gas man

Yelling

 "GAZ GAZ GAZ"

shed your eyes 

Little one

  Cast the dirt

On school uniforms and shouts

  Until lunch 

  

 

 

 Teetering on the razor

Blood pressure 159/105

Trying to be nonchalant 

But I could blow my top

Any time

Quit cigs

Quit booze 

Quit drugs

There you have it 

I guess im officially a bore now

Haha 

Umm no I can't go out and get shit faced

With you today

The wind is blowing

 Bathwater Basheba

Ground and played

Tourniquet breath

And fol de rol

In your mothers pajamas

Stayed the on course

Of rivets and tears, 

Alligator of course,

In tennis shoes

And a branch of the Eleven

with William Tell's 

Crossbow Theatre 

Attuned in tune

To drop D

Crazy fingerings

And mescalin thighs

No matter is no no energy

Hickory or rotten wood 

  The strata are complete

  To the best dressed analyst