waiting

 

for 

 no one 

                       why don't they ever come

        the delivery man

       deliverer or decision

Jonny Apple Decider

          the fruit ferments

      bottled and plugged

    Whispering in your ear

Are you ready to make a decision 

for Christ

    drink

      drink

   drink

    and the gallows are forgotten 

drink 

     drink

     drink

and we'll plow your fallow

In the wakening spring

       behind the Oak tree

 Greet

  

    the knobs

   bonked

    by 

how do you turn offs

their eyes are arms

  Their feet are toes

       how do you say hello

     to the happy mistakes

        turn left 

    and whistle 

         turn right

       and fart

         go to the nearest

             Location

          and call yr mom

           synch yr watches

        with the phases of the moon

and God will appear

if you're white

 

 

 Not 

So 

Serious

  falling

   Dropping

   drooping

     Giving in

   giving 

          up

        going home

    Tell it all

  say

Nothing

        to 

no

one

     locked in

the 

basement

      at 

     Grammas 

      big 

    house

In 

New 

England

   15 minutes

     from Salem

and 

they

Called

her 

a witch

 Beezin 

sneezin

    the polls

                 bees are blessed 

       forget the honey

The sidewalks

          are your bet

      Watch out 

        on sideways turns and

            stupefied pedants

         Keep to the straight and narrow

and you'll end up bent and overweight

              

 shredded 

   dead and dumb

   piles of orange peels

      and bananas 

     in my mind

   I'm amazed by normal behavior

    but it makes me ill

     So try harder to bust your brain

       take another pill

         buy more books online

           they'll pile up 

              It's not normal

                 But for some reason

                    I love it

                       My chaotic mess

       

 

 Can't believe 

   the news today

   Junk

   junk

   junk

   America

                land of freedom

        Blah blah blahski

                          Das Vadanya komradeski 

Shine yer choos 

      eat yer beans

       Wipe your mouth

   with new Covid napkins

    By Beatrice!

          Ho hum

    Honhu

      Kawasaki

         Let's get going

     The dole won't last forever

 

 bliggity 

     blig 

bop

  borehole

   Smigma 

smegma

  delta tau

Poop in the rain

what little there is

on park exercise equipment

no one's out   Usually people all around

time for some crimes

Crime time 

  Say it ain't so Joe!

Yeah you know what the drill is ya bonkabilly

now down on all fours and start digging!

What 

   Oh tangential vectors

crime time

   Crime time is a wonderful way to pass the day

stealing big bottles of Excedrin Extra Strength

    Make that pain go away

     Crime time

will reward you 

   Crime time loves you

Crime time is holy

 The wafers of heaven are blessed

   In crime time

It supplicates 

   It saturates

      It steadies

the soporific eases

The nuanced 

   Stymies unholy glances

Etc

Etc

Etc

 

 I can't remember much

just what there is

memories of memories

of memories

lost in the comic dust

Of newsreels and baking powder

  there was a giant Crisco jar

in the cabinet

freaked me out

What is that white gloop?!

My memories -

Put it in cookies

so they snap

 put my thoughts in pies 

    so they're not too sweet

   The flaky crust

that's me 

   Crumbling on the table 

On the floor

  for the dog

 down

     down

down

    that

         rabbit hole

           Again

  And 

  Again

    And where

         Has it led

   right back 

    here 

     to Wiltshire &

33rd

    oh lazy 

      day

     got up 

   at 4 am

      Ate corn flakes

     and 

        cold coffee

    Went back to sleep

The sky

  Is whispering

My name 

   In the clouds

    It's stalking me 

Everywhere I go

It watches

My pathetic existence 

 And sighs

    It says nothing 

Just keeps on watching

Very frustrating

It's due for a murmur 

   A patter

       A pittance 

   It's due 

to cause a landslide

   and bury 

every reminder of my existence

 

 

 I have crawled

On stupid lies 

broke my glasses on the sight of you

treasured your bored sighs

But to no avail 

Rents due honey

Get out there

 Okay

They're not all winners

but I'm

Out there trying!

or rather inside in bed kinda doing something

It's a job

I get paid well

in sand and fleas

  The old movies keep you alive

    that one about the guy on a desert island just hanging out

Who was in that

I forget 

It was on tv I was like fourteen

anyway that's me

I'm that guy!

In the movie 

Don't believe me

See if I care!

 Please

 sorry

   say no mo 

    No 

no

no

  It's 

a 

 broken record

skip skip skip

   smile 

     my teeth hurt

  I never laughed

    I got caught up 

       I'm pretending

    this isn't real

       I'm shying away

       I'm loose 

   but not free

     I've tried 

    I've lied

    I've poured salt on wounds

      licked some

       I'm a leopard

 in the guise of a marmot

      I'm fat 

         I'm stupid

       I'm illegal 

 Pictorially

  pigeon holed

down that rabbit hole again

  regardless of seasons 

Niecephore Niepce (is that spelled right?)

   Brassai 

Winslow Homer?

Nope wrong

  Kertescz !

Some would say 

Nope

    Photographer of Paris streets cobblestones

rats

  women made up drinking wormwood 

green stuff

with sugar

  My memory is going

     fading like a color photograph left in the sun

Like the photo of Buzz Aldrins family left on the moon

  I was here

     New England Color Lab

- hired as a custom printer

  To put couples in song sheets

We've only just begun

  Picture of the groom unzipping the brides dress

In a red keyhole