I forded 

Two paths

Two rivers 

Bleeding yellow

Neither were the least traveled

In New Hampshire 

Old leather shoes in spring

after winter under snow

White with rust 

Piled and plied between trees

Maytag GE 

Reynolds-Weyerhauser's

I wandered and smelled pine 

and frosty stars

On simple ladies

And dimpled terrain

No Arapasoke Iroquois Cree

Algonquin fever in washes

My hands were cold

My brain dead

 dark

Days

Pok-a-Tok 

Sandwiches

Measure of the Gods 

No cause

No relief

No sign

of "Thunder"

Ka- Boom!!

 

 

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Medieval crossbow death

 I NEED TO MOVE

I NEED TO ABANDON THIS HELLHOLE

Time to move on

LIKE A PIRATE

CUT THEIR HEADS OFF

WALK THE PLANK 

DIE A SWAMPY SEA BISCUIT DEATH

LOUSY ASSHOLES

 Fuck it all

Fuck it

Fuck fuck

Fuck

    FUCK

GO SUCK IT

   I FUCKING HATE YOU

or myself 

Or Trader Joes 

 There was 

a lost soul

On the road to perdition 

Paved with good intentions?

Let's not stretch our analysis

or at least let's follow the data

comic books Dostoyevsky Sartre

blues records 

hippie rock

Maybe some UFO and Lynyrd Skynyrd

Weed

acid

Liquor

Mushrooms 

Does it add up 

There's many ways to analyze data 

and I could give a rats ass

 Listening to the Eagles

on a foggy cold SF summer morning

Yeah I know 

You hate the Eagles

Prolly hate John Denver

and Elton John too

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road!

 

 Ker-wham!

Boffo!

      Kaplooey!

Ragtag in space 

Will you die 

Of cold or heat?

  or bacterial bio-mech disease?

He got Musked!

Ket-a-mine

on Venus

Gaseous salt mines for 

ketamine deposits with lithium chaser

   He was a fabillionaire NY STAR STUDDED

Long Island socialite a la East Egg

Daisy was out of his league

The Hamptons cried when he had parties

I married a Jewish writer a la Bard college

and played guitar all day

 

 She rode me and her 7 year old

on a transport e-bike but I weigh like 

190 lbs

Pizza and espresso martinis

in North Beach

Gotta get there!

 My watch 

From 1971

A Neptune 

with 17 jewels

etching of the sea god

on the reverse

 The water was cold

but not that cold

not as cold as SF is

right now

 Move me 

sweet brown hairs

like a furry dog

fresh washed in the Eel River

we talked to a young couple

with a boy named Forrest

I'm assuming two r's

But ya never know

 I crossed 

a crusty Crosswalk

and triumphed over evil

I ran the social media 

for Billionaires! On Houseboats!

 Chabloot 

   cheroot

toot toot 

   snoot

snot

 Buy it hot

Or go on home

Where the deer and antelope 

Play

    steer the 

Stow the

  Show the 

  Know nothing

Nuttin honey

    Cold 

       summer

     Not as the cold 

  as the summer I spent w yr mother

- Mark Twain

 Clink

  clink

       Clonk 

Shut the fuck up

don't you ever listen to music?

clink

     CLANK

     clonk 

dirty house

dirty dirty