I tried

but little success

I guess poetry wasn't in the cards for me

Maybe I didn't work hard enough at it

To understand it 

sometimes I'd get it, mostly

spoken word or the New Yorker lol

Weird dichotomy but heh

I used to go to poetry readings

It was usually the same cast of characters every week

They all seemed like they were on anti depressant medications or should have been

Vampyre Mike was cool

He had a backpack with room temperature malt liquor tall boys 

Dominique Lowell was passionate and a junkie 

Rafael was a former Franco youth poet/anarchist crazy drug fiend

Sparrow 13, Julia Vinograd, Bucky Sinister and others I can't remember their names right now. 

Every Thursday at a spot on Guerrero and 22nd? with aluminum

Siding walls and bleacher stands seating

Cafe Babar 

The Babarians 

Occasionally Dawn and I would provide musical interludes. We'd do songs like Wish You Were Beer, Satans Your Buddy, Too Much Shit, and Truckload of Art. 

Dawn and I would sometimes sit at the kitchen table at home and get drunk and try to write songs. Sometimes successfully sometimes nope. 

 

 

 

 Burroughs 

Orwell

Fante

Dostoyevsky 

Bradbury

Bukowski

Miller

Cendrars

Celine

Kerouac

Giono

Calvino

Bowles

Thesiger

 Mega

    MIND

(don't bother)

       symptoms of SOCIETY

     peace will come to you and yours

I know that "all things pass"

   BUT IM CONSTIGRATED 

or sumpin

   automated calls

Please identify urself 

     to conninue 

bzhdry

   Adruuugre 

jfhgf 

"Times are Changin"

   Puoiol leeeze

Where is Tenochtitlan?

   Dinosaurs and Volcanoes and campeche

and tortillas and horses

I'm not the only one

There are others 

Millions in fact

 Suicide cowboy rides a sad pony

death don't know don't care could give a shit

The town of "death" is next up

Cowpoke , so don't 

you worry 

your tired worn out Texas boots

on shit kickin pachucos

Pinche pendejoses 

tequila dogs 

or mescalin mamas

read more Sam Shepard 

Patti Smith cowboy

Brand a lady Beckett style

and spread her wanton dreams across the valley stage

and bow to the lost calves in Inspiration Valley

with lanterns and water sacks and beans

Beans beans beans

 

 Suicide monkey

breathing in forest air

A month will recalibrate your entire chakra

Or adjust your carburetor 

Pull the choke 

Pump the gas

 I'm

Losing 

It

What it is I'm not sure

but it ain't here

or it is 

but I can't find it

buried under a mass of old sorrows

and stupid curses tired worn out stupid non curses and such

Ya know just your basic mess

But I'm starting to not worry about it

Who cares?!

Fuck it!

Time for bed!

 

 CHRISTEN

   the BEJEEBUS

out of 

  the GOD forsaken

  forsook

kooks 

Yeah yah ya 

You've got a friend 

James Taylor

  Sumpin

 somethin 

  Sumthin 

BS 

 Nah

No 

Nope 

Not 

Today

 Okay maybe 

  today 

Yup

 I get tired pretty easy

by 4 in the afternoon 

I'm pretty much done

I guess from getting up at 4:30 in the morning 

Yawn!

Stop the presses!

Old man tired in afternoon!

Newsweek Tired Man Of The Year!

Sorry not me 

tired of the bullshit

 

 Christening the flower pots

of sunshine

and made up poems of death

With praying mantis

Wives

eating the heads of their mates

and smiling and ordering take out chinese 

and getting mad about the sui mai

being too salty

 

 

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