blathering
blithering natty dreadlocking
unfurled
unforgiven
unfestooned
unfucked
worn out
and wily
burning incense to ward
offf bad book spirits
feeling the need
for animal spirit
ceremony
to drive out
bad spirits to
incite to ignite
a pile of burning
leaves
to reward a low slung sun
to break
with tradition and
be tradition
to wear brown
and be red
to break bred
to bust bowie knife memories
to syphon off gasoline
drippings
to rend the future
to mend the suture that tears
the thoughts
of incredibly boring
work day
with no underlying
redemption
with no spirit
no-spirit
is not good
and breaking the tradition by
buying an old car
and driving to LA
just to be in
Santa Monica
and be glad you don't live there
waiting for the ocean
waiting the broken
movie star
trampled newspaper
morning
coffee with
shaking hands
and frayed
nerve
and hoping it will be HOT

HOT HOT HOT cause it never is
any
more and I'll have to get in
a car thta sweltering
and it will be
impossible to sit
on hot plastic

I'm not worried about breakfast
I'm not worried about bacon and eggs and potatoes and
coffee
I am worried about the coffee
my life revolves around coffee and
blue jeans
my torn blue jean
days are fraid
fraid not
frayed knot
I'm fucking bored
seriously

IV. the IVY wraps
around
william Tell
and his bow can stretch
no further
and or might have been before

I'm boring myself now
by stealing

but I want hot
wet humid
night
windy
and windy
and fuck
how many times
can I reinvent myself?
I hear something scratching
something
near the window
its dark out
it's the middle of the night
it's night and
the city breathes and scrapes
but it's peaceful
and not cold
and not
raining
and not LAUREL canyon
and NOT my mom's house
and NOT my father not knowing where he is
and NOT the Lawrence Radiation Lab
and YES it's
closer to breakfast than
dinner
and yes I will
be at work
tomorrow
and YES I'm sick of hearing about babies
but ya know that's what people do
they have babies.