I got nothing

But made up dreams

Everything is made up

But I didn't dream too good

Life in a rabbit hutch

Surrounded by treasures

Comics and violins

Nudies  

Empty beer bottles

Surprised it doesn't smell

Maybe it does 

Who knows?

The Poet don't know

He don't know Jack shit 

 Watch it 

Now the sun

Wiilnfry skinny

Head fucker

Screw you

And the mule 

You stole 

It a old mule  

Like no one

And now you say

I don't want it

 

 

 

 Too good

There's nothing I can do

I just lay here and play the cards

drink coffee

and listen to the wind 

Rattling the door 

  rattling my brain 

     rattling my fancy Mervyn's golf shirt

 I don't play golf

But I

Look like 

I could

I may look old but I really am

 

 It seems like you're done

There's nothing left 

It's out of reach 

You just can't

And the terrible sense of loss

No more drunken afternoons 

spent with other drunk guys

Laughing arguing listening to Girls Girls Girls

but no girls around 

How will life compare with none of that?

How?!

 

 My anger

Is a face

(See?)

My eyes shine

My voice is like NPR

It buys hours

And access 

It pays the bills

It tells stories

My shoes and my heart

aren't yours

Don't touch them

ever

My anger 

My anger

My anger

Is all of these

Is none of these

Is none of these

None of you 

might know 

None of you 

think

But me me me

Nothing like me

Like greed 

Like hoarded (?)

Captives

A great pungent hate

Bottled in factories

In penicillin factories

In the smell of lilacs

 Sleeping

the coyote sleep

In penury 

In Lost Oak

In twisted mojo

In Borax

Trona

Saline washes 

Bishop night

By death by plane crash

By Manzanar camp

Spirited snow covered mountains

Peyote rings 

Houses abandoned with a thousand toys

Plastic wheels

Plastic dolphins

Plastic miner Joes

Gone now

Lost in ambergris 

In whale sperm

In Cochise eyes

In Chiricahua 

Tortillas and huevos 

In bloodlines 

Of LaVars

And El Sobrante

 Another

beach walk morning 

My plastic camera rejected the color film

crumpled it and spit it out

It knows best

many shots of empty sand 

with a tiny figure 

way 

the fuck off 

in the distance

Sky 

clouds some 

ocean

Mostly

Just light

and black spots

Many black spots

Another

Beach walk

Morning

 The casualties of everyday life

Batten 

Beaten 

Battered 

Buttered

Chapped & Battered

Mis en scene

  Parlez vous 

Je voudrais aller 

S'il vous plait

C'est vrais

Come say 

Some say

Okay

Others are just overdue 

for a change

Steady 

as she 

           goes

Lightning listens

to upright golf clubs 

         and bitch trees

     shaddap already!

you're burning my skin

     like a 30 watt bulb 

illuminates

  tired old women

and dogs made of linoleum

Ruff!  Grrrr rowr 

  report to ACC

violent animal unleashed 

lightning in the living room

  Tore a hole in the radiator

     electrified the bathtub 

  poor old granny

 

 

 

 Boisterous 

ironclad 

punitive

Words words words

The shake 

and the rattle

filthy carpets 

marijuana smoke

clack clack clack

I'm a GOD

how dare you not worship me?

Lol

Hearts or Gin Rummy?

It's not today

breathing like a Dragon

atop a mountain of jewels 

 meaningless

nothingness

SOMETHING

hah 

"Badges?"

The Headlands await

Sunny Sunday 

Trees weeds water birds 

 

 

 

 Balls burn

See the hosing 

Henry Miller and

Big Sur

Kerouac didn't show up

He remained in Ferlinghetti's cabin alone 

drinking 

La dee da

La dee da

 He asked me why

"Another day in lonely times 

each day he left his older god behind"

Bzzzzzzzzrrrrr

He asked me why 

Why should I ?

 Flecks 

of spittle

In sandstorm dreams

Morocco meters 

Take Bimbo

Biscuits

Grown men wear dress like things

and yell at Christians 

"GO YOUR OWN WAY, DON'T TAKE MY ADVICE"

Flecks and spittle

standing in the street

you drink mint tea and majoun

Kif all night long

while the dogs bark

and no one takes out the garbage

 I got 

sidewalked 

sidestepped

sidewinded

  I sinned and 

I sined

and cosined 

   in calculator relationship blues

   I played G harmonica 

on the wrong key song

I sang out of tune

I marked your face

With Harold's purple crayon

and drew a giant lizard

How you doin'?

 

 

 

 Sleeping 

Like a like 

That's dumb

What else ya got

Nuthin

Sleep and coffee

And getting ripped off the gubmint

Nuttin new mofo!

Breakfast cereal

And dread

Lots of dread

And anxiety

 

 

 

 Playing 

    an flowering

sunshine soaked 

  Calif blustery eyes

      Your tears are fog

the beach asks your name

     You left the drugs behind

       But somehow they didn't leave you

           You dreamt of powder

         but it got all wet

The beach stood in your way

Sand in your hair

Sand in your teeth

Sand in your eyes

Never say never they say 

But look the other way

No one's watching

 

 

 

 sentient

tomorrows

Casualties of school

Broken nails

Broken teeth

Broke and hungry

Laid out 

And despondent

Skies blue

Bruises blue

Bruises green

God given worship

Sentient lies

 

 I prisoned 

With the face of God

With mercury

And branches of manzanita

I left and wandered 

I kept time and watched the sun 

Always on my right

I ate Chiapas and "borrowed" a car

All my songs were written in blood

But no one could play them

Except one guy in Des Moines

But he died 

of measles

 

 

 

 I came

crashing down

like Cendrars

Like Celine

Unlike Giono

Or Calvino's Difficult Loves

or Path To The Nest Of Spiders

Try to Rise Sun antisemitic

Hem

I can come crashing down 

like Bowles 

like Junky

like Thesiger 

the Rub Al Kahli or Iraq swamps

Or Smiley

riding donkeys 

Thru miles and miles and miles

in Afghanistan

 Sundays rot

Stinking festering sunshine

in putrid ransacked purses of

ignorant toothsome whores

pushing baby carts loaded w female

parts and parks

of menstrual blood products

Sleigh rides of midgets with 

smiles and laughter

and psychic powers

 OCD

myassma 

Go tell it on the schoolyard

Almond Avenue Elementary

Oyster River Road Elementary 

A tennis ball broke my baseball glove

a JANA

with blood stains 

from when John Paul Jones (not of the American Revolution)

got hit in the head by a baseball bat swing

"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO MOVE HIM!"

I'm in second grade you ignorant cunt

 EVERYDAY IS LIKE SUNDAY

 

 

 

 

 Glasses Man

Swore off on Life

Pathetic

Dull

Dreary

Moribund

He was

Anaesthestistized

Indifferent

Argumentative 

Difficult

He supposedly liked

Babies and dogs

and Kung Pao chicken

 

 

 

 Moseyed

meandering thru the wiles

of discombobulation in factory

modem stereoscopic televised

Technicolor 

VHF

UHF

 

 

 

 

 

 Ay Yai yai

I squashed my eye

On a stony brick

river

Gautama said

    wait for your ego to disappear 

       you are everyone

     But my bleeding toe

hurts 

And everyone ain't buying 

    mangos