Bored

Bored to fucking tears

Where's Rene?

He's dead

Fuck it

 

 Steady

    Rock

Slide like a caterpillar 

Say a prayer 

Tim the Apostle

Apostle Cowboy

 Sleazin 

Sneezin 

 doin blow

In the Delirium 

Talkin Dickens

  and Dostoyevsky 

 

 The Cowboy Apostle

   herding crosses 

And lesser Saints

gathering recycled nails 

    Old water/wine goatskins-

They need cleaning in the Rio Hebron

   Git along little half sheckels

     Git along to the money changers

        Git along little Gnostic Gospelers 

           Git along!

In the caves of Ashdod

   store your holy barbed wire

      And Semitic branding irons

The tribes of Yephat 

    are on the move 

       Who's taking first watch?

         

 A woozy candelabra 

not Dracula's

god forenought 

  spiders suck the blood

   they wrap their victims 

     in silk

        and bleed them 

          slowly slowly 

        slowly

  as the mood takes them

 The Clandestine Troop

forgers of identity

Broken teeth

And purple swollen bruised eye

Working Macys fragrance basement

hooked on No/Doze

And Dr Pepper Tic Tacs

Hush Puppie shoes

are comfortable 

 I am a stranger

An epistle

The Cowboy Apostle

I am not 

Nor will I ever...

I've seen some things 

So what?

Who cares

Why did I try?

So much to show

So much 

To forget

To clear-

Your head

You must be muddled

 Spit 

in the wind

face the bloody facts

you're making it all up 

but yer not

It's all happening

So what 

Head down 

Feet out 

New sheets  

Broken air conditioner 

Cold winds

In Fall

 

 I move

on down the line

Rollin Rollin rollin

times be changin 

Call me later

So what

Hello

Times be changin

I don't expect rain

Thundersnow!

Yer moms new name!

 Pleased 

Ta meetcha 

how ya doin?

  In like turnaround

somersaults 

TV analysis of 

  Rome 

 stray cats  

    and Romany

  little girls 

with cardboard

   In the Coloseum

Dead gladiators

 everywhere

  And linguini with clams 

Tiny cars

   and fat men in cheap suits

"Whoa, they're just kids!"

Thievin kids trying to get their

hands down my pocket

Have a nice day!

Bona aventurra!

 

 

 I've got no

allegiance 

To God 

or man 

Iguanas okay 

   Zucchinis somewhat

 

 

 I'm trying

Okay?

But it ain't easy

Repetitive days and 

Dreary nights 

I keep

Tryin 

But 

Fuck 

It

Okay?

 

 

 Scurvy

 Toes

 and 

Ramsey 

      does

     and   

         little 

       lambsy 

         divey 

Th e 

Sun

   Is out!

OUT!

  The Bo Sheep

     at 

   42nd 

   st

    Shakin

   down 

Overcoat

      salesman

      And shooting 

   Morphine 

    Caplets 

        Watch

     The 

     CAR!

 Hahahahahaha

Don't laugh

It's fucking saints who should be shot

Motherfuckers

They're dead as dead can be 

They just don't know it

"I'm closer to God than you!"

Nah yer a freakin joker

- close to the maggots 

Of the Earth-

Actually maggots are better than you

- but don't tell them 

 I don't have a chance

Not a shot

at beating the odds 

But who does?

- No one

the last hand will be played-

- but no one bets it all----

Why would you?

 

 Cream

a frosty 

  Retort

    To 

The 

Broken

   and 

Washed 

Up 

   vagrants

In 

   Giddyup

    Botanicals

    And 

Last 

Years

Best 

shoes

Nobody

Cares   

About 

  The pains

She 

suffered

  Go 

AWAY

LEAVE US BE

to be awful 

   and so forth

 

 I expanded 

My horizons

Like a nowhere

To a nothing

Sank your yacht

and weighed in at 183

Newspapers wanted to know 

How I did it

Easy I said just kill the tiger

That killed you

We split up in the Casbah

"Go your way, DONT TAKE MY ADVICE!"

You slept on a waterbed

and the Call to Prayer

sounded like a mentally unstable person 

In a mental institution 

howling crying hysterically laughing

 I'm tired & old

My 1975 Marvel comics days 

are long gone

riding the BART bus to Hayward

with Orton

headed to BERKELEY

TELEGRAPH AVENUE

people at tables on the sidewalk 

selling leather belts

Belt buckles

macrame plant holders

Jimi Hendrix film-a-thon 

Three for the price of one

Jimi

Jimi plays Berkeley 

Rainbow Bridge

I wasn't even that big of a Hendrix fan

But we sat through all three

 

 Nobody loves me

I'm tired and old

and I quit drinking

So now I sit around 

And write shit poetry

and make shit paintings

But it pays the bills 

(No it doesn't)

 

I'm tired and old

and I drink too much coffee

and look at young women 

On the street

Ho hum

Somethings gonna snap

I swear to god

SNAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPP!!

 Nobody loves me

I'm tired and old

but I'm

Better than you

 Truth

breathes fire

Shits lies

Eats Catsup

Buys yer ma a flower

Truth

Doesn't know shit

Bout nobody

Just sits and waits 

Like Abraham Lincoln's sister

Truth 

Tells stories

About the sky

And the rain 

And the way you stack in nobodies mind

Truth is a mirage

A conundrum 

An enigma

A way to go

 

 Stoned

&

batty-

                 Sidewalk synopsis 

       street sweeper

      leaves of autumn

         In February 

     Rocks in snowballs

In Washington Square

Jazz band is gone

Chess players gone

Where did they go?

     Where does anyone go?

                 To the Moon!

 Creep! 

Who me?

I'm just Mmm

Regular guy!

Just your regular creep! 

Okay have it your way

 

I sat 

Onward

                  Onward Bound!

       My bags were heaped in the

         corner 

     a dog sniffed

       my leg

   I order 

 The orders

      The brigadier general

        died

      It was very sad

                           We talked where to have lunch

    Onward! 

Onward Bound!

 The deep

dark cavern

Of endless

sadness or not

rocks are beautiful

My epitaph

  Gold doesn't decay

So they say

  Made in times gone bye

By on old woman at a sewing machine 

  Fingers callused and clean 

dirty nails 

Stupid whore!

 Ooch!

I hurt my toe!

Ouch!

That hurts!

 I was probably

Two or three years old

We lived in the Frost house

It had parquet hardwood floors-

  I pulled up one of the wood tiles with 

a bathroom plunger 

I thought I'd broken the floor-

I cried

You saw what I'd done 

and laughed

 The Pleasure Palace

    was a building in honor of corn

you got mad when I laughed about it

You went there on your honeymoon 

Car camping trip

I said look at it

How could not think it was funny?

It looked like a Russian Red Square building

W twirling pirouette pointy crown-

  It's still there you said-

Earth Wind and Fire were playing on

My birthday

 

 Perhaps I was mad

Crazy like-

not angry

Nature 

    What was that?

It seemed giving

Non judgmental 

-Could be harsh though

Fuck that wind and rain and mudslides and drowning

Stuff like that

Isn't natures fault

I blame Physics

 Creep 101

It was a large classroom

In a large cement building

Someone said it was Brutalism

I liked the stark concrete

It had a neutral quality

When I tried to discuss it with a friend 

She just said "What?!"

And I had to rethink my whole way

Of thinking 

Or I had to not talk about certain things

With her

 Mom said-

"You've got a story for everything!"

I don't think it was complimentary. 

She never swore so it was probably her way of saying-

You're full of shit!