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

 Edibles

shmedibles

even in Texas 

marijuana is called a gallon of gas

I think

How much to fill the tank?

What are you talking? 

Hitch a trailer go to jail

El Paso cops have seen it all

They'll take white haired old people to jail

with a truck full of Halston originals and modern posters 

Don't ask

"Someone gave him a pistol on the trip"

What?

$300 lunch- birthday treat!

 Somebody keeps calling me

and I don't want to talk

It'll just be some frantic you gotta do this

or you gotta do that

fuckna I'll do whatever I want lol

I'm meeting you in two hours 

I don't need a run down right now 

Okay calm down let it go

Jeez

 Not my worries

let it go 

Cochise

you got other battles to fight

Yah I know it's hot and dry

and the white men all got horses 

and clean blue uniforms 

but fuck em 

They can't survive out here

 

 Point San Pablo

Is a little sprit 

sticking out at the top of the bay

It's backed by many oil tanks of Point Richmond

giant ones

and it makes you wonder about toxic waste 

the road in is a tiny little thing 

with giant speed bumps every hundred feet or so

the marina looks out on blue green and brown water of the bay depending how deep it is

houseboats like Sausalito in the seventies

reside there charged per sq foot 

People live in them 

A large old navy research ship is 

Stuck in the mud out there

Supposedly a guy named Bobby owns it

and has signs all around it

KEEP OUT

DANGEROUS

PRIVATE PROPERTY

DO NOT ENTER

My friend says Bobby is a little whack

 

 I struggle with mental health issues

But who the fuck doesn't?

If you don't have mental health issues these days

You're fucking crazy

 The end of summer

like the end of a popsicle

Sad to see it go 

You're left holding the stick

sticky stick

What's the Fall of popsicle consumption

Speakin season wise

Fudgesicle muddy roads

thru 50-50 bar forests

Leaf peepin with an orange popsicle

Cherry

Raspberry

"Blue is the best flavor."

"Nuh uh yellow"

 - kids in supermarket