Broken dreams

Shattered lives

Cancer

A comic book life 

ended in suicide

Boxes and boxes and more boxes

of comic books

sold for a song

"We're not taking those to Washington"

"You can drive the truck"

"You can stay in the master bedroom"

Shattered lives

You went to India came back and told him to move out. 

 Crème de nobody

Store bought!

Walk to the cafe

Caffe Reggio 

Cheesecake and espresso breakfast

Rhymes w dirty streets

NYU students partied hard last night

Horns honking til 3 am

West village 

Horns honking til 3 am

 Bzzzrpppp

flim flam 

Ann Arbor

Jackson

Tennis shoes 

Read my lips

Read my mind

Powhattan 

Canadian skree 

To the North

Cree

Iroquois 

Ghosts

In liquor dreams

Say what you will

On a Sunday morning

Blessed be 

 

 Creole eyes

You burnt some cat eyes

with straight up catfish

Sandabs 

Hush puppies

Rice and beans

Collard greens 

Check the mail

Let's get the hell out here

Ah shut up

We don't got money

Oh well 

We got food!

Yup

 Bacardi bottles

little ones

line em up

Knock em down

Zzzzzrpp

Mmmmmmmmmm

Zzzzzzrpp

Somewhere in Washington state 

In a house 

Drawing anime space androids

Yup

That's right

 

 dreadfully bleak

Well it's your own damn fault

Thank god for Luna 

the moon was not even shining

The stars were dead

You were done

 

 You wandered

broke but you had vision

Unfortunately your eyes were going bad

You got a job as a bus driver for Greyhound

and didn't tell anyone

The doctors said they could fix yo up

so you quit and started washing dishes at a Chinese restaurant 

The cooks had all been brought over from China and they all lived together in the same house

One night one of the cooks was squatted down chewing on a ducks foot

"Is that all they feed you?!"

"THIS DELICACY VERY GOOD"

I quit and went to work at a National Park

The pay sucked but there were lots of young outdoorsy women

Elizabeth said we should get jobs at a motel in Sparks

I dumped her

Rosalynn said I had no ambition

I fucked her many more times

Carol had a lazy eye

I told her the joke about the guy with the wood eye

 A frosted sandstorm 

Sturmundrang

fleabit 

Old tires and

lazy wives

Mocktails and day walks 

To the pharmacy

Insurance denied

Have a crescent roll

Spreading it on thick 

To disguise the truth

There's no hope

You are doomed

What else is new?

The Knicks are in the finals?

My god, but that suit?!

C'mon you were most stylish guy in the NBA

Peel back a bit 

Ah well things change

 I'll cut the modest cord

Redirect the phalanx

Eat a banana

Stow macaroons by the sea

Stand by the sea

Read books of sand

Broken shell biographies

Of steamboat cap'ns

And merry swabs

(No poop deck)

Fossilized remains of large seaweeds

Antibiotics bottles floating and lost from a garbage skow 

Oh happy days once again!

Happy happy days!

 

 I got words

but ideas

Are a dime a dollar

Look to the East

time to rise up

Time to kill

To stop the 

Sentences 

Stop the assilogisms

The anagrams 

Purveyors of know nothing

The annotations

Abbreviations

Abberations

Aggregations 

From A to R

Time to face the fury

Of stupidity

To clean the mirror

and wash one's face off it

 

 

 I'm inspired 

By the greats 

But the meat is in gutter

It's foul

Disparaging 

Annoying

Day to day bullshit

It's bullshit that flourishes 

There are no rules

Or there are rules to be broken

Shattered

Which make those that live by the rules angry

That you're not following along

But I follow along with the best of them

Idling my days

In cappuccino haze

Walking walking walking

Can I go home now and lay in bed 

Smoking and reading

And playing hearts?

 Another good one

Put it in the pile

They're heaped in the corner

Some I buy online some are 

supermarket necessities 

What am I talking about?

I wish I knew

But when you get a good one

You know it

 

 Second tier

    where you belong

You're down there for a reason 

Carl Yastrzemski was a triple crown winner

   What'd you do

  Wrote his name on your sixth grade chair

you and Mark McLaughlin had to buy the chairs 

Then we had to go to Principal Rose's office

Cuz my Slam Book had a cuss page

You and Karl Quimby and some other kid

Other kid started crying

Karl Quimby wasn't having any of it

"This is stupid"

Principal Rose didn't like that

Dumb