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

 

 The captain blew a fish 

Out of the sea

Ribald, turned like two corners

whiskey and grinded, carelessly 

Circumscribed by

the Tropic of Cancer-

  his legs ached 

sciatica or diabetic neuropathy-

    his boots didn't fit  

   Across the mizzen 

he watched Archimbald rolling a fag

   Lighting it and continue 

His mopping

   Steer clear 

Stay avast

  See the murky eye of the shore

  Toe the bloody fragger 

  Staggered to the deck

  With bird lime

  And chicken caged

  goats tied below 

Steady on boys!

   Thirteen days 

and no rum

  Sucked a lemon

And wondered where 

His violin had got to

 

 Battleship Gray

That was the color of the sun faded

'63 Ford Fairlane four door sedan

Not even sure what color it was originally 

My sister bought a batik at cost plus import

And redid the ceiling in the car

Hippie mobile 

When it became mine

I painted a white racing stripe on the hood

Later, after taking acid, a stencil of John Lennon

Screaming on the drivers side door

"MOTHER YOU HAD ME BUT..."

My dad bought the car for $25.

 Shiny fingers

and smeared red lipstick

Cute college girl working 

the cafe 

She has a nice laugh

Studies psychology

Never or maybe heard of Jung

Don't know why I brought it up

How can she study psychology at the college level and not know Jung?

I guess he's not popular these days

Too metaphysical

Stick with the modern guys 

Why do I go down these rabbit holes?

Transference!

Guilt?

Sex! 

...my parents

Let's forget the whole thing

Book closed

Lock it up in your stomach

And never tell ANYONE!

EVER!

 I can't write for shit 

I try 

But it always just comes out 

more of the same old crap

"You've got to reach into the darkness...it has to scare the crap out of you."

I know the routine but it's like talking to a moron. 

Would you trust a moron? What is moron? 

That's me 

Bob Moronski

Licensed shit head LSH

Got an office down on Cabrillo Street

Give us a call  

My secretary will set it up

Well fuck your brains up and send you a bill

Please pay on time

 San Franshitsco 

Holy water

    Ran thru the dry cement

        A widow in black

  Rode a white horse

Her dead husband crying his eyes out

Until he breathed again

 That's this city

 I dreamt 

Of John Cale violin

Scratching over New Jersey 

Tambourine banging in Englewood

Your castle house in the forested glen 

Well actually on a rise 

Above the rest

Filled to the brim so rooms

Are closed off unusable

Boxes of clothes books paper toys rugs paintings 

Sealed ecumenically and you

Worrying about your mothers storage spaces in Ft Lee

Going through them one by one 

While I dig thru the basement for an old man's 

Ceramic work stacked and covered by dust sawdust

Mouse poo bits of wood 2x4's planks tools old vacuum broken bits cracked ceramic artworks and various assortment

Paid to clean them them out 

Hose them down 

Photograph them 

and tomorrow

More more more

 Shit ass poetry

Begets shit ass dreams of you

with stoic benighted fat asses

Potatoe chips and lozenges  

With smiling people talking 

SO LOUD  

but fuck it

It's whatever like

Shit ass poetry 

 I caught

The broken beewitch 

With purple glands 

And broiled eyes

Her torn lies seethed out of her

She stood and made hash browns

    The tv was on

   blasting Days of our Lives

  The broken vacuum cleaner

Lay on the floor

I read the newspaper

Land mines in Bruggia 

   Death in Kamchatka 

  Oil prices rising 

Turds for sale

   Cats are running the country

  Automated cycles leaving men floundered

  Time stops for a black man in Queens

   Mojo mchatter buys lucky leprechaun scotch

   Boys jerking off in clubhouse

  Woman gets raped in Congress

  Stylish movie star found dead in LA

  KING fetus dead in polygon land