My numbers are dropping

a flourishing of ojos

orejas every head has two eyes

and two ears

You said he had a million heads

Did I say that?

Listen while I play ay ay ay

my Puerto Rican tambourine 

 "You ruin everything"

What do I know? 

Perforated kale and smoothies

chop chop you got to toe the line

  I tried to jump and I pulled a muscle

   What am I doing

     Wandering noweresville in search of werewolfs and prairie potatoes 

   seeking the comatose reflection of a silver dome

     Pooing in an abandoned house

life gets more interesting as you get old

 Picking up rusty washers 

   with stars on them 

 the demise of soul

   in hwy 84

Vallecitos 

  Where is Diablo Canyon?

tumbling tumbleweeds

   In Torn Down Goats Head renovation

   the rooms are available

    the piano is waiting

     In the back room

      It's all

Owned by a utility

  I think

private property

Road closed

   The cattle watch you warily 

   who the hell is that?

The wind tower from another century

Is decaying and falling apart

 

 

 I crashed the garden gate

     no steady 

no floral escape

    we worked the primrose

alley

   and ate pan au chocolat

with sad eyed children

  large electrical towers wandered

the back field with a half toppled

  decaying old barn 

and an old broken redevelopment sign in the dirt

Things were looking up

 Warthogs

     lemurs and alligators

just chillin

  on Columbus Day

families in traditional Mayan dress

   Alissa said you could tell what region by the colors

we hiked the hill looking for the tiger

  he was asleep in the corner

Tail slightly flicking 

  We rode the train past emus and wallabys 

no dingos ate my baby

  We went home and watched Milwaukee

beat LA

Thoroughly enjoyable 

 Movin 

   on

       a broken

Plateau 

of sighs

   and screams

        broken ankles

      scraped foreheads 

   torn sorrows

 in neon green bruises

Ouch

    dat hoits 

        I'm sitting in rural county road 246-B

with a handful of nothings

and no one's

  We'll be alright

All of us

 The truth is negotiated

or not

   no one escapes

we watch out

   some could care less

      actually most

          sharing is caring

               no pain no gain

    My feet hurt

  my legs ache

     my ears are sick

  of the sky

     my mind is tired

      I don't care

          the raisson d'etre

              Joi de vivre

                  Champagne and escargot

      bonjour 

 

 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