Thursday, August 20, 2026

 In Bolinas 

there's a shop where
an old bearded guy 
hand prints tshirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, 
Etc it's a tight funky space it looks
like there's more room behind
makeshift walls there's screen printed art on bits of
fabric mostly repeated strange faces or figures
He said he opened the shop in 1963 and made
surf boards boogie boards like that  
There's a picture of him making a surf board and 
he's wearing a good professional mask so he
doesn't breathe in the bad stuff he
says he didn't always wear that and at some point he 
changed to screen printing for a change and
Maybe to protect his health he looks like 
he's about eighty but sharp eyed it's a
tight little space but it's full of character and cluttered and
beautiful 


 

 
Gray sky
gray morning
gray ocean
gray emotions
Yellow
Orange
Blue 
Fuck you!
I live in gray
Get out!
Horrors of Hellhounds 
Named Spot or Farley Mowat
Who are you?
Grey Greystone Jr
Or the Third
I forget who my father was
I remember mom
Hubly she said 
But that was wrong
Death dream with her old bf
Mom wasn't exactly a talker
Grey-
Grey moms give grey births
Never a story 
Never shared shit
Nothing to say
But she always won
That card game about improper things
I forget its name 

 Grey

Flowers of death
Christian death cult
Renounce life 
Flagellate yourself to the canyons of shame
Or not
Hah


 

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

 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

Tuesday, August 18, 2026

 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