Moof

    moof

        Splack 

cryin like a river

tell it on the mountain

the crowds are forming

      kiss a bison 

    $10-30

Wear a feathered bonnet

    Like mesa verde

  or don't

     The cyclops knows all

          the oracle will take your hand 

               Baby Eats!

  

 

 Something's rotten in East St Louis

Hamlets on the watch

for the ghost of his dad

There's no little mermaid there

But the bbq is to die for

 I've got no life

so I keep banging away

at this Smith-Corona iPhone typewriter 

I should booze up 

  But uh no

     I need a new typewriter ribbon and

more reams of eggshell papyrus scroll

    I'm etching cuneiform in giant

stone obelisks with a man with a birds head

     holding baskets of some ancient stuff 

all very complicated and Brooklyn museum 

  Take the F train

I think the F

Oh F it

    Anyhoo we're talking Assyrian neighborhood

Down by the cheap Gilgamesh Restaurants 

  and hardware stores

  

 

 I got nothing

No how 

  No why

      no wherefore 

    no saintly sage

(Sagey Wagey the dog is a saint)

  no silly simple Simon le greed

Boris Badanov

  Etc 

      Etc

          Etc

still I stock the fridge

    Raspberries 

        Milk

             More raspberries 

                    More milk

Half pound of Chuck

      Etc

         Etc

            Etc

Walking

   Walkin 

       Walkin 

    To TJ's on the hill

past teenagers in school

     and old ladies with canes

Cars

     More cars

          More more cars

BEEEEEEEEEPPP

 

    

 Sleet

   and skeaze 

Der Blau Reiter 

Blau Angeles

  cutting waves of extreme volume

thru the city

    on this beautiful fall kinda windy day

WAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO

  RRRRRRRRRRSSAAAAAARRRRFFFFFF

ah shaddap

 

 The purity of

  truth

  Is that 

a pomegranate 

Or a salt shaker

You've lost your gourd

Can't lose what you never had

   Muddy Waters truth

  Hambone on my ring finger

Ya'unnerstand

  Bukka on a train

     Frisco lines

  Hellhound on my trail

     Sold his soul 

to play that good

very long fingers

  and a popped eye

     Elmore James 

        with electricity 

           Candyman

 Normal 

  

   Medium

large

  Say 

Medium dollars

I'll do the decidin'

I'm the Decider

  Apple Decider

is it frosted?

   hard decider?

Apple smack?

  it's a Fall tradition

     with orange and black

    Falling leaves

They no longer burn the leaves

   I'm the decider

Smell that smoke

The smoke of burning fall leaves

  Buried in a pile is you

Hah!

Your autumn sweater

   plays a tune

Which only everyone can hear

   You in your autumn sweater

 Sometimes

 

you just gotta forge ahead

Without a care 

In the world///

   sometimes

it doesn't matter

              no matter what you think

   You center

    Of the panel 

   You who have doubts

      you 

   you

  yo

   Waking

      and sleep living

       wake me 

  when it's over

       I'm trying to climb

          a nasty pine tree

        so I can see the sky

         I'm trying to ride holding on

in a white jacket

      collar popped

        I'm trying to be myself

    in a world of centimes

     and gendarmes

     Merci

     I'm not trying that hard

 To be 

Or 

Not to be

      It's a giant burden

    so fudge it

    Place your bets 

      and step back

    Red 

    and black

 

 Center

 

aligned

steep 

   slobbery 

slope

     slipping

  sliding

              skiding 

       slooping 

    Mcpoop 

       Cerebellum III

       careering

     careening 

    Left

   Right

     lefty Lucy

     righty whitey

   time

      up

   You got a fly

     in yer ointment

     there a spy

    In yo jointment 

aching

    and breaking

So 

No

   Go

 Joe

  Leave it and come on home

     

 Night life

My stomach hurt

Old guy

I tried

The crowded venue set me off

Felt bad cuz I bailed on my friends 

Irish goodbye

 

 I worked the Union 76

in high school

how did I get that job?

No idea

Pump gas

Clean windshields 

Check tires and oil (if they ask)

I was sixteen and the owner was I think a couple years older

His dad had bought him the gas station cuz he was into cars

He had a racing car that may or may not have been street legal and Ford F-150 with what he called airplane tires

I got my buddy the night shift job

Sometimes I'd come in and we'd get stoned

We had a homemade bong made out of a honey bear plastic bottle

My friend said I guy came in with a shotgun looking for the owner

said the owner put oil in his brake lines and his daughter crashed

My friend said come back tomorrow he'll be here

 Crapped

   out

tryin'

    nuthin 

   look out 

   for Lelly

Or Nelly Mug

      A famous makeup artist

      Bye 

    

  The 

worked

life

   bring

  back 

     the 

    estuary 

     blues

      stinky

     mud 

      south of the canal

    we launched kayaks

      and saw dark 

     small 

   dolphins

 Crime

 

pays 

when you're stealing

sun block

                     I don't want to fry my face

       Stealing 

      stealing

         stealing

             

 Waiting for the mailman

and military jets are blazing away

over a beautiful sunny 70 degree

SF DAY

I feel

Let it be

lazy

Phil Spector produced day

WALL OF SOUND

and a little messy 

Tired 

black

    and 

        white

Wistful? 

   Nope

I dig a Pygmy?

    Something about that album tho

no GM making it "perfect"

  No one's making this day perfect

That's on me