Rising like a phoenix

I carried my staff

Through the desert

-Cactus- like snakes 

Slithered everywhere 

devouring newspapers

and old hamburgers

I rose like Tucson

And took the Hwy 37 out

past the old pickle cemetery

Lots of good pickles

Gone

What can you do?

 I cast an elliptical prophecy

It was cheerful but portended a lot of heartache

It didn't matter

The druids of Seventeenth st

Didn't seem to notice

Life went on 

As if nothing had occurred 

 I think I need to get laid

Jerking it just isn't cutting it anymore.

I need to feel a body next to mine 

The touch of skin is blessed

Blessed by Our Lord

Sanctified in dark hallways

and sturgid wallflowers 

 

 Gray gray gray

Another day

another gray day

Gray eyes

Gray skin

Gray dogs

Gray shabby houses

Gray kids in Gray schools

Laughing and playing

One little kid is crying

Gray tears

Police give gray tickets and

eat Gray donuts and drink Gray cold coffee

"Hello Officer"

He gives you a Grayish stare

 Doing the Lords work

Mowing down geese on Branciforte Ave on a Thursday morning. 

Fuck em.

They shit everywhere and the mean fuckers bit me last week. 

 

 Leave 

Your mind behind

Baby James

Oh fuck

Say it on the side of

The road

Bear dies

Badger thrives

Elk

Beaver

Moose-capade 

Raptor 

Mind blown

On a windy sideways

Bukowski sleeps it off 

In San Pedro

And we wander away

Through the frozen

Bushes

Igloos

Tehachapi

Tourniquets 

Of neon sighs

And baked 

Tomorrows

 

 

 

 Another SF day

Rain and sun

and huge clouds

Walked to Target 

to look for Giants hats and shirt

But nothing 

All crap 

went and had a burger fries and a coke

Back to the bed to play hearts

and hit the vape

La dee da

 

 All My Poems Are Bad

Sipping a Cherry sno cone

Parallel lives in slow motion

You are the best

But clean the shower once in a while