Thursday, September 17, 2026
Missed
surface
tan majorette
Shells and mother mortars
simpl e explain
slop
Words
Words
Words
Earth is no one's home
Please the sky
with simple rhymes
simple times
I try
I played the cardboard saxophone
with Charlie Parker
and some other guy
We owned a cardboard home
on puddle river beaver dam home
Whoops!
Hello some day
Time
Is
a
ghost
riding a boxcar at midnight
drinking cheap red wine and laughing
Time
wears nothing
knows nothing
Shows nothing
says nothing
time steals your dreams
and your fresh picked flowers
It buries civilizations with times dirt
Time laughs
at your sense of importance
Sneers at your good looks
Shits on your frail concupiscence
time has no face
No hands
No second hands
No feet
I know
Too
Much crap
I'm sorry I wish I could write something meaningful or
at least funny or even humorous but
it's all morbid depressing shit
Ah well
What can you do?
Life has a way of busting you down
Tearing at your brain
and mines just trying to fucking hold on
I should watch tv
that's probably the problem
More blustery September
Gray gray gray
Overcast and dismal
Bleak
bleak
bleak
even the crows are depressed
they caw extra loudly
and crap on everything
Brown leaves pile up
while
old men sweep their driveways
their neighbors wish them dead
They wait for the street cleaners
with their car parked on the sidewalk so
they can get "their" spot in front
Fucking assholes
They tighten up their pant belts
and smile at passerbys
Fucking losers
they bought a 2016 RAV 4
from a friends widow
Wednesday, September 16, 2026
shades of mediocrity
built into existence
So what
Like a butterfly on a banjo
What?
Like a sesame on a shell of night
Whoaat
Like the turds floating around your bathroom brain
Hey now!
You stroked the pinion miracle
for superior hp on your standard brand
But no nothing down the road
Just dirt asphalt pebbles and hard tack sailor joe
Drive the cosmic typhoo
Sleep in a boat
Swim with dorados and some other to be named later fish
Go on now
Living w the ghosts of poetry
I really don't know anything about poetry
(true confession)
most of it I can't understand or not gonna bother with
Sorry great poets :!
Christopher Smart ( was he kookoo? I think so)
That one about the sea creatures/ it goes on and on
and the one about his cat Geoffrey- pretty good
The Drunken Boat - Rimbaud?
What's with Native American reference - Indians!
Leaves of Grass
Classic - which he changed like umpteen times - couldn't leave well enough alone-
Auden, Elliot, and whatshisname sorry couldn't do it
I lack certain tenaciousness verbosity
Ahem
Jabberwocky - fuck yeah
Two Roads Diverged by an old white New Englander
Dickerson- gloomy New England spinster rides the horses heads thru eternity
Baudelaire? Balderdash
Gloom and doom most of these guys need a good shot to the gut (kidding)
Rilke?
I wish I wasn't such an a-hole
Lazy fucking day
Kinda gray, windy, almost rain
I got up early and went to Walgreens
for prescriptions and antacid
now I'm back wondering what the hell im doing
could be worse
Things are starting to look up
My brains being rewired
I exercise (slightly)
I don't hardly drink or do drugs
Just lay around and look out the window
at the gray sky
and a giant tower for sending signals to aliens
and people in Tiburon
They can't all be winners
but are any?
"you have gotten into the habit of asking too many questions"
White lines
squashed porcupines
Purple mountains majesty
Two marmots in the bay area
They chew car innards and fall asleep
Wake up hundreds of miles from home
Years ago my buddy worked at Animal Care & Control
I knew he was working late night by himself so
at 3 am I called them
"HEY, there's a marmot in my backyard and he's howling like he's hurt!"
"It's not a RACCOON ITS A MARMOT. I BEEN TO THE MOUNTAINS I KNOW MARMOTS"
He said he wouldn't come out. If it was still there the next day give them a call.
"WELL WHY DONTCHA COME OUT AND WE'LL BURN ONE!"
"Who is this?"
I started taking antidepressants
supposedly they rewire your brain
and mine could certainly use a rewiring
or a complete fucking overhaul
"Take her out boys, she's done, blew a cam and the rods are worn thin"
"We'put mmm a Mazda in Mr. Williker last month and he's ticking along smooth and easy."
The nurse practitioner mechanic said I could have a months worth and then check in with her.
Remember when cars had chokes?
"You choked her?!!"
"It was the only way she'd start!"
Vrooom brrp grind rrrrrmble
I got nothing
Lying in bed at 4 am
drinking New Orleans style iced coffee
out of a milk carton
La Dee doodly doo
outside it's gone from summer cold (not really)
to Fall cold (kinda brrr!)
Brrrrr!!
(Not really just a jacket and still shorts!)
Mmm interesting eh
Bluupity bluuuu
Blub
A dog attacked me yesterday at the dog park
I took his photo with my plastic camera
Maybe he didn't like photos?
Came at me barking and snarling
and got hold of my jacket
and gave it some tiny tears
Owner offered to buy me a new jacket
I said just give me like $30 (target jacket)
He was apologetic and said the dog doesn't like black jackets(?)
Said he's attacked before
Also a black jacket
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
I soaked my brain in carcinogens
ran my flagpole up yer moms adu
died my cat purple and red
Go USA!!!
I sank my feet in marshy water
photographed cattle in the hot brown hills
The water rose and flooded the marsh
I camped out in your kitchen sink
burned creosote in your canteen
Ran a few red lights on the way to the liquor store
sober as a marmot
Whose turn to buy?
The sun burns a hole in my flesh
Every day I slather shit on my face and arms
but it doesn't do any good
I spray it on maybe that's the problem
I should go full mountaineer and use white zinc
Like I'm climbing Everest
Glaciers are melting
They didn't use their sunblock?
Stupid glaciers
"We're bright white! The sun will bounce off us!"
Try again losers!
You are melting. Are there hats? Yes it's real.
Bummer
September Song
"It's good to live again..."
Falling light
Leaves turning
Red
Orange
Yellow
Brown
Black
Nowhere in Vermont
Nowhere in Manhattan
Nowhere in Spring
Leaves falling
wind blows
Cold snap
you can smell it in the air
It's a northernly smell
Of burning leaves
horse poo
and bottles of booze
It's fresh and clean
But your socks are dirty
and your fingers are frozen
"It's good to live again..."
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