I worried myself to death

that's not infrequent they say

death is somewhere between here and there 

I found by myself the tidings 

The rising AND the falling

The ides of March and Senators

but it was no great difficulty 

longwinded airbags

Were not in the shadows

En masse they cried 

They wept tears and tried to make a mountain of my tidings

Good luck with that

 The curious were sent for "rehabilitation"

President xi camacho told you to sit your

Monkey ass down

You decide shenzen was not your kind of town

so you packed up your Yak-mobile 

and headed to Trenton

Good Dunkin out that way 

 Snotville MN

Land of Babe the Blue Ox

Great industrial biways

and Double bladed Axe dreams

 Cement Shoe Town

was definitely the next burg on Google maps 

The gas gauge was a skinny bulimic gal

Throwing up in a Target bathroom

and you crying

 Shy 

And shied away

from Reno to Sparks

And all Mayo Pasta Shrimp

Associations of Purview Politics

 You shied away

When you should have leaped blindly

Do you trust the Universe to take care of you

Guess it depends what you're talking about

My friend who is 4,5 years says

Whatch you talkin bout

Go 

my little friend 

into the 

Loving kindness 

 The dog slept all day

And all night

And now expects me to take him for a walk at

4:14 am

 Wuhan Quantum Detective

Mask/No Mask

driving a Xi Musk IV

GRAVITY IN REVERSE 

Fuel light years grocery bill

And worrisome weekend jaunts 

Alpha Centauri

Betelgeuse 

Wyoming of the Stars

Big Sandy opening

Grand Tetons

Big tits

 I spilled the beans

and had

To flee

Everywhere was danger

I got rid of my phone by taping it to a train

"Find me that way motherfuckers!"

My debit card was a sure trip to cement shoe town

Something had to give.

I got stoned on the 4th of July

I ate a half of an edible and

Took Charlie on a walk 

Left my vape sitting on old rotting bench facing Mt Diablo. Oops

I ignored a sign that said this area closed as there was clearly a trail

and I had never gone that way. Bad I know. The sign is there for a reason. But I was stoned. Is that an excuse? No sorry buddy boy

But the trail was gorgeous and it wandered thru multiple trees and shrubs and bushes and other leafy things. It led down. Down we went and further down and further. I was thinking I hope this leads out cuz I don't want to go back up this. 

Finally I saw a dirt road and people in hiking outfits and holding walking sticks in each hand. 

The trail ended on a steep decline to the road. There was an older couple standing there with what seemed their adult daughter. I burst on to the road exiting the trail just to the right of a large sign Closed to protect the habitat of endangered species. 

They stared at me goggle eyed. 

I broke the ice with my perfunctory good humor. 

"Got any fireworks on ya?!"

There were large No FIREWORKS signs. 

They took it in stride. 

"Unfortunately no"

 The Walrus had no bicycle 

Is the song Magical Mystery Tour real?

Umm it's really crap

Paulrus lives 

And so on and so on

When I call you up

 When we die

Millions of universes are lost forever

there is no out there 

There is only you

The cycle turns and burns with every blink of your eye

Your French tutor is hot

 

 A storybook cadaver

Walking the streets

Living the dream

Of somnolent soliloquies 

 and gin soaked soporifics

Say some stupid stuff salty Sasquatch soothsayer 

Fuck Fat Freddy's fur lined feline

Go greet great gobsmacked Grenoblers 

 Does anyone care?

Does anyone give a shit?

Yeah of course they do but what do you fucking want asshole? Quit yer goddamn crying and GIVE if you want something.

  -Asking for a fried chicken

 Sport

a Will Oldham

sunburn

Of lust

and 

The plains

And where it all is naught

And naughty

and trying to make sense

of nothing

& nothingness becomes you

like a stars & stripes

headband

a Mamdani 

Is not a sporting event

A Mamdani is not a breakfast roll

or a street in Oakland CA

no matter

You'll say 

and you'll be 

Part right

 Vanishing

In one's self

the Army of none

The tides of KFC

the breakneck speed

of King tides

and never turn your back to the sea

Or not 

Stand 

On

a 

rock

Stand on Mitch McConnell's grave

 Pests

In silk

In seeking

In I Ching disrespect 

In tribal array

In collision 

forces

The Fascist Brigade

 

 Bulah 

Bullzap 

Blah

Baloney cartoons

In Uncle Sam dreams

Reconnoitered

cocaine gubmint

Satire clothes 

and monkee booze

Davey Jones locker

In your testicles

Commanding legions of blind marsupials

To Waffle House

Expenditures and post migra operations at KFC

BLIND

TO THE SKY

PARADE TO NONE

How's yer 401k 

Are those new 501's?

 

 I drank tequila 

and had a chili cheese dog

after talking to a friend who just got out of rehab

She said it was like lockdown

For a month

Said she'd relapsed but was trying

"Lots of people do rehab a few times"

Sounded kinda awful

 

 Waltzing the nether world

Asleep at the tidal pool

Brrr

Brrr

Brrrr

Chrome brains

Spilled cerulean crustmagraphors

using Palladium emulsion

In UV light

 Try as you might

You can't stop the rain 

by the building of the ships

Nobody said that

 Being an artist

is not easy

I'm so better in my head than in reality

It's no one's fault

But I can't help it 

Bacon and eggs

Wurlitzer Blues

Raskolnikov understood I guess

 Simply disappointed 

in so many things

Fire

Water

Earth

Air

?

Life goes on

Quit being a loser

 

 Motives are questionable 

cement doesn't grow

it cracks

Water doesn't stay put 

But it will freeze in a vacuum

allegories are like Mother Goose

too many children 

and who wants to live in a giant shoe?

 

Ching / The Well

Deep Waters Penetrated and drawn to the surface:
The Superior Person refreshes the people with constant encouragement to help one another.

Encampments, settlements, walled cities, whole empires may rise and fall, yet the Well at the center endures, never drying to dust, never overflowing.
It served those before and will serve those after.
Again and again you may draw from the Well, but if the bucket breaks or the rope is too short there will be misfortune.

SITUATION ANALYSIS:

There is a Source common to us all.
Jung named it the Collective Unconscious.
Others hail it as God within.
Inside each of us are dreamlike symbols and archetypes, emotions and instincts that we share with every other human being.
When we feel a lonely separateness from others, it is not because this Well within has dried up, but because we have lost the means to reach its waters.
You need to reclaim the tools necessary to penetrate to the depths of your fellows.
Then the bonds you build will be as timeless and inexhaustible as the Well that nourishes them.

 Do shadows have friends?

They know to stay in their lane 

They gossip incessantly 

They are the Chosen Ones

Do shadows drive cars?

They work remotely

and blend in well

They have Kafka on their mind

or are awaken as insects

Shadows should shut the fuck up

 Chaos in control

walking backwards

seeing nothing so clearly

Life's a 

"Nothing"

grass and sunshine is 

you used to climb tall trees

tall trees 

above Volkswagen bugs

driven by good looking photographer grad students

your hands were sticky with pine tar

annoying

you rode outside the car

holding on 

 Marriage of inconvenience

(Such things occur)

Shadows on the wall

two small bottles of tequila and

Who knows where you are

The sun is out

People scantily clad in festivities on the street

Laughing and joyous

A sweet gal in a perceived not so great marriage

Serving drinks

Shadows follow you

Are you

Sometimes