Imma crap writer

Dontcha know

L Ron Hubbard 

Xenu lives!

 Sesquicentennial 

morning

Celebrating 150 years 

of something

What?

Don't ask so many questions 

 

 

 Not so good

in the evening

twilighting?

Nix - must be the ruse of tumors

the truss of rumors

The tussle of no humor

My head is going to have something weird happen

Explode? , disintegrate, atrophy of the medulla oblongata spiral in a Kubrick jetty 2001 scene im sorry Dave

Put this stuff in your ears twice a day for two weeks

I'm surrounded by pill bottles, vitamins, emollients, emulsifiers, rapid fire combustibles, rack and pinion medical accessories sweet talk to death lotions and pills of  every shape and convex contours, concave Blithe Danner tablets capsules of each make & model -yellow white off white white gray gray white white white "rhomboids and parallelograms" (?) with sorrowful modern folkish acoustic howling in the hospital room next door actually my iMac 5900 extra mule deer memory and gray fossilesque multi screen boredom

 Sneeze

your misfortune 

You brought it on

So quit crying

You cry(or did you?)

Well blah blah blah any difference now

"There We Are Then"

 annotation

gasp 

 

 

 

 Kinda OCD much?

It goes w hoarding

Hand in hand

like two lovers in gloom

cemeteries 

 dark and turgid

with a side of irony

That's ME!

Why not?

You're nice 

Hah if I only knew

Where I put that shoe

 I could dig 

Thru the archives

Yielding 

yet more

and more 

but the threat 

of repetition again and again and again

Nah wrong box

Wrong inbox

Wrong ammo box

Wrong Winchester BB rifle

Wrong path

But it's the one I'm given

gave myself

dug the trail 

Hatch marks

Stacks of stones

They say no stacks of stones

Hurts animals or something

No literary authors buried beneath the bridge

near Eleanor Boy's house in the forest

By the creek

You found some things

In the forest

Took them home

Dad accused you of stealing

 Steady as she goes

Oh Cap'n my Cap'n

But Derek Jeter? fucking shut up

NY CENTRIC ANNOUNCERS 

QUOTING WALT WHITMAN

  crack a beer 

relax asshole

It's just a fucking game

 Crafty

     Graft like Chevrolets

A circus at the University

Buckminster Fuller speaking in the hot sun

at the Quarry

Play Raquel all 

  romantic climbs

     and bloodied lips 

Urgent care 

For stitches

   And Graduation day

and Tim Fernandes (who you played Hot Wheels

with)

Is obviously fucked up

on something and it's not a good look

 Steady

as she goes

Cap'n

nobody

the sea pool

Z

A whirlpool

In the middle of nowhere

Coconuts and dead seagulls 

Whirling with containers

and plastic thingamajigs

Crawling up your sides

as you reach for an ashtray

or the bottle of Bulliet bourbon

 

 

 

 Every book

Every one

But not that crap

Count me out

I'm better than that

Hah

That's crap!

My authors have to be dead or almost dead

Like my brain

La La La La

West LA Fadeaway

Watts 

La Brea

Compton

The fucking Getty

Why fucking 

I don't know

I'm just an old guy w no friends

except a loony in Pasadena

and a kid w problems in Vancouver

West LA Fadeaway

Watts towers

They tried to pull them down

Couldn't 

 The drop

Drop shadow booze

Blues

   weary like Oakland 

Let's go for a ride!

  Saddle up the palomino 

Bones bones

Bones

$8 a ton

 We keep going

reading Ivanhoe at night

   By moonlight

candlelight

   30 watt incandescent 

We're looking for low hanging fruit 

   Lights

Lights 

Lights 

  No outside lights

Sorry

Or not 

Hundred bucks ain't bad 

To let us write down what kind of lights

You use in each room