A storybook cadaver

Walking the streets

Living the dream

Of somnolent soliloquies 

 and gin soaked soporifics

Say some stupid stuff salty Sasquatch soothsayer 

Fuck Fat Freddy's fur lined feline

Go greet great gobsmacked Grenoblers 

 Does anyone care?

Does anyone give a shit?

Yeah of course they do but what do you fucking want asshole? Quit yer goddamn crying and GIVE if you want something.

  -Asking for a fried chicken

 Sport

a Will Oldham

sunburn

Of lust

and 

The plains

And where it all is naught

And naughty

and trying to make sense

of nothing

& nothingness becomes you

like a stars & stripes

headband

a Mamdani 

Is not a sporting event

A Mamdani is not a breakfast roll

or a street in Oakland CA

no matter

You'll say 

and you'll be 

Part right

 Vanishing

In one's self

the Army of none

The tides of KFC

the breakneck speed

of King tides

and never turn your back to the sea

Or not 

Stand 

On

a 

rock

Stand on Mitch McConnell's grave

 Pests

In silk

In seeking

In I Ching disrespect 

In tribal array

In collision 

forces

The Fascist Brigade

 

 Bulah 

Bullzap 

Blah

Baloney cartoons

In Uncle Sam dreams

Reconnoitered

cocaine gubmint

Satire clothes 

and monkee booze

Davey Jones locker

In your testicles

Commanding legions of blind marsupials

To Waffle House

Expenditures and post migra operations at KFC

BLIND

TO THE SKY

PARADE TO NONE

How's yer 401k 

Are those new 501's?

 

 I drank tequila 

and had a chili cheese dog

after talking to a friend who just got out of rehab

She said it was like lockdown

For a month

Said she'd relapsed but was trying

"Lots of people do rehab a few times"

Sounded kinda awful

 

 Waltzing the nether world

Asleep at the tidal pool

Brrr

Brrr

Brrrr

Chrome brains

Spilled cerulean crustmagraphors

using Palladium emulsion

In UV light

 Try as you might

You can't stop the rain 

by the building of the ships

Nobody said that

 Being an artist

is not easy

I'm so better in my head than in reality

It's no one's fault

But I can't help it 

Bacon and eggs

Wurlitzer Blues

Raskolnikov understood I guess

 Simply disappointed 

in so many things

Fire

Water

Earth

Air

?

Life goes on

Quit being a loser

 

 Motives are questionable 

cement doesn't grow

it cracks

Water doesn't stay put 

But it will freeze in a vacuum

allegories are like Mother Goose

too many children 

and who wants to live in a giant shoe?

 

Ching / The Well

Deep Waters Penetrated and drawn to the surface:
The Superior Person refreshes the people with constant encouragement to help one another.

Encampments, settlements, walled cities, whole empires may rise and fall, yet the Well at the center endures, never drying to dust, never overflowing.
It served those before and will serve those after.
Again and again you may draw from the Well, but if the bucket breaks or the rope is too short there will be misfortune.

SITUATION ANALYSIS:

There is a Source common to us all.
Jung named it the Collective Unconscious.
Others hail it as God within.
Inside each of us are dreamlike symbols and archetypes, emotions and instincts that we share with every other human being.
When we feel a lonely separateness from others, it is not because this Well within has dried up, but because we have lost the means to reach its waters.
You need to reclaim the tools necessary to penetrate to the depths of your fellows.
Then the bonds you build will be as timeless and inexhaustible as the Well that nourishes them.

 Do shadows have friends?

They know to stay in their lane 

They gossip incessantly 

They are the Chosen Ones

Do shadows drive cars?

They work remotely

and blend in well

They have Kafka on their mind

or are awaken as insects

Shadows should shut the fuck up

 Chaos in control

walking backwards

seeing nothing so clearly

Life's a 

"Nothing"

grass and sunshine is 

you used to climb tall trees

tall trees 

above Volkswagen bugs

driven by good looking photographer grad students

your hands were sticky with pine tar

annoying

you rode outside the car

holding on 

 Marriage of inconvenience

(Such things occur)

Shadows on the wall

two small bottles of tequila and

Who knows where you are

The sun is out

People scantily clad in festivities on the street

Laughing and joyous

A sweet gal in a perceived not so great marriage

Serving drinks

Shadows follow you

Are you

Sometimes