Perhaps I was mad

Crazy like-

not angry

Nature 

    What was that?

It seemed giving

Non judgmental 

-Could be harsh though

Fuck that wind and rain and mudslides and drowning

Stuff like that

Isn't natures fault

I blame Physics

 Creep 101

It was a large classroom

In a large cement building

Someone said it was Brutalism

I liked the stark concrete

It had a neutral quality

When I tried to discuss it with a friend 

She just said "What?!"

And I had to rethink my whole way

Of thinking 

Or I had to not talk about certain things

With her

 Mom said-

"You've got a story for everything!"

I don't think it was complimentary. 

She never swore so it was probably her way of saying-

You're full of shit!

 

 

 I stretched

the sky

   bloodied my tooth

on your rock hard neck vein

Sorry bout that

I didn't realize you were frozen

or made of stone!

Sometimes looks are deceiving 

 

 

 The ancient

  Truth

was not even revealed

 Scorn and fury 

replaced it with ease

   So we sold our shares

and lived in condos

 Drank Mai tais 

  And slept 

Well

 

 What am I doing?

another day

another two cents 

In the bucket

another crying jag

Or not 

Who knows 

boredom is the person bored

I'm boring so I'm bored

Revelation? Hardly

My drinking days are done

Cigarettes?

Out

No drugs

Well Tylenol extra strength

I'm barely holding on

So what

Nobody gives a royal fuck

So I paint a little

Eat a little

Walk a little

Another day

I did drink with my cousin

Ended up driving on the Powell street

Cable car turnaround 

and backed into a pole 

Turning around 

WHAM!

No worse for the wear

Most fun I've had in a while-

 Don't

ECHO

Zin

Mmm

inanities

     stay away from Gallo

         Jugs

Of purple wine

Steer clear of the Captains

Patched up Caddy

   By the Oakland library

bookstore

Near the jail

   "Why were those men waving at me?"

"They're prisoners"

 E

M

B

R

A

C

E

a Lucy character 

bitter ignorant loud and sure of herself

The stuff of Karen's on yer phone

Where have they been all these years?

Oh they were always here

Raising Persian cats 

listening to country western

On the small radio on the refrigerator

Married to a laughing pot bellied welder

The house smelled of cat pee and was covered in fur

and you had a thing for a gal named Pam Putt

Who lived in the country 

And raised horses

She rode the bus to school

 

 

 Slaughtered 

        Let it bleed

Beehive

    Student of no one 

     Worker bee

         In the skull of a marmot

            Covered in pollen

                And buzzing 

Around 

Going flower to flower

     Dreaming of the Queen

        Gotta get back to "work"

 

 

 

 I stormed

the castle gates

With torn overcoat

and sketchy sneakers

Lances and bulwarks

Played from the jukebox 

A knight in black armor

Approached 

"What'll ya have?"

"Gin and tonic double"

He wielded a battle axe dripping with blood

"Four bucks" 

I dropped a five and said keep it.

Some knights respond well to money.