I've got itchy armpits

My eyes are going

My legs are okay

My metabolism has been stabilized

I've lost weight

I quit heavy drinking

Smoking

Drugs

All the fun stuff

Now I'm old and feel tired most of the time

I like driving

Moving 

Keep

Fucking moving

If a place ain't happening / SEE YA!

I like babies and dogs

Goats are okay but not very cuddly

Cats are nice but weird

Life kinda sucks but 

I got it pretty fucking good

 I cant explain why

don't fucking ask

the soldiers surround the house

they shoot out the porch light

and laugh

you know they're a bunch of assholes

you turn on the radio

KPOO is blasting some jazz blues African disco

You fix a martini and have a seat

let the fuckers come

 

 There's no ache like tomorrow 

Your pants are green

Some people don't care 

You try not to worry

But forget about it  it's like getting mad at clouds

Some people

Some people  

Some people  

You jump in the car and DRIVE

GOT TO GET AWAY!

But you're still in need of coffee

and nicotine thank you

the little things make you happy

a parking spot not cleaned until Tuesday

An elephant that knows your name

a dog on a beach who you give cheese to

and he follows you around the whole time

you give him a name and throw sticks

he chases them excitedly but won't put them in his mouth

smart dog

 Fortunate 

privada 

lose your tomorrow 

Anyhoo

Don't try 

Ya can't fake it

Till ya make it

That's just a made up fakenstein 

built from dead parts and 

called my creature

who's "Alive"

He'll drown that little girl

Hide beneath the fire

drink with the blind man 

Who fiddles

Until he turns into 

some actor

"I was gonna make espresso!"

 

 Michael McClure 

as Wolfman 

on the cover of a poetry book

brought me in here 

I can't find it

Wait for the full moon!

 pork chow mein

making me sleepy

double espresso isn't helping

or maybe it is

 Fat legged

shorts guy

with a gut 

and black glasses

and a baseball hat

 words bore me

reams of bound feelings

emotions

Bah

 I sit it in the poetry room

of City Lights

and try to think of poetry 

Nope nothing

 

 Bbq pork chow mein

after getting a crown put on

Sam Wo

Been here a hundred years

or something 

 Stuck in angry land

everything pisses me off

stupid housemates leave lights on all night

dentist whose crown falls off after four days

now I gotta go down there 

Shit everywhere 

Stupid fucking shit

Everywhere

 I think I'm getting old

friends are starting to do odd things

I can't understand-

poor choices- say what?! and then what?!

after an hour of that you start to worry

Ok I know they've been through some traumas recently

but jeez

 Edibles

shmedibles

even in Texas 

marijuana is called a gallon of gas

I think

How much to fill the tank?

What are you talking? 

Hitch a trailer go to jail

El Paso cops have seen it all

They'll take white haired old people to jail

with a truck full of Halston originals and modern posters 

Don't ask

"Someone gave him a pistol on the trip"

What?

$300 lunch- birthday treat!

 Somebody keeps calling me

and I don't want to talk

It'll just be some frantic you gotta do this

or you gotta do that

fuckna I'll do whatever I want lol

I'm meeting you in two hours 

I don't need a run down right now 

Okay calm down let it go

Jeez

 Not my worries

let it go 

Cochise

you got other battles to fight

Yah I know it's hot and dry

and the white men all got horses 

and clean blue uniforms 

but fuck em 

They can't survive out here