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

 

 I moved the car

Sitting in the old Hyundai in a Wednesday spot

Waiting for the street sweeper on a Tuesday

It had been raining and the street was wet  

the sun was shining through giant clouds

at my head where I sat waiting for the dull roar of the coming street sweeping vehicle

Old Chinese ladies sat in shiny SUV's waiting too

One blocked the street and a guy couldn't get by

She didn't care

She had to get her spot

 removed

from the cyanide capsule

"reality" dreams 

      of your mother

         and your father

  and lowdown 

   late April 

cyanide

 dreams

Like a plan

  to visit the Midwest

"one last time"

and your brother in law

says no 

Cause he's a noodge

  Whose mom hated the Japanese

and is actually a dumb ass Trumper

But no worries

  The Midwest

Will be fine

In July

 I'm drowning

in bad dreams

People I know are there

They act like they always act

- I can't find my shoes

Put on someone else's 

But can't find the other

Clothes strewn everywhere in piles

people talking 

Arguing 

fighting

Fighting like racehorses 

On a rainy track

Or old men at a deli

Twin carbs he said

That's the way to go

His skin was all scaly and flaking off

His overcoat covered in stains

Waving a bible

While I tried to light a cigarette 

Rain more rain

Then I woke up