There was a reminder
to open the screen door
Let the cat out
but it was ignored
the cat meowed
so I fed it

we had leftover fish sticks
the cat was not
interested
he took a dump on
the persian rug
in the study instead

My dad would find it later
or not
he wasn't very aware of
his surroundings
unless he was staring at something
it didn't exist
a roving band
of zombies could stumble
right up to him
until their drooping fleshy
hands were on him
he wouldn't even notice

his hearing wasn't so good either
or maybe that was a big part of it
he said what a lot
so I got to say it backing to him
"What?"
not very nice
he's old
but he would laugh
and then get some ice cream

they took his license away
but he kept driving
to the library
in town
and the to the all you can eat
chinese buffet
on Fenton St.
he called it Fen-Tone
If I was driving
which I do now
he would say
take Fen-Tone
one of the few things he remembers

They said he ignored the traffic lanes
and tried to make an illegal left on
Second St.
so they impounded his
vehicle
the van
he took a cab home
seven miles up into the hills

He thought the grass around the ranch house
was getting too long
maybe he thought he was a native american
and set fire to it
by a stroke of luck the
fire melted the main water hose
going into the house
and the gushing water
put the fire out
stroke of luck

on the morrow
of the felix ano
i spied
with my little eye
espadrilles
and
written
in Esperpento
j prufrocks sad story
of bitches comin and
goin
speaking of Michael Bolton
I lashed out
against
"the system"
fell up the escalator
and put mustard
on my fries
I was the seeker
the visionary
I KNEW
that my meds
were working
I had a universal remote
I could change channels
in ... another GALAXY
I wasn't the crazy one
I had a bank account
I didn't kill anyone
in Belize
time is my mistress

I is the saviour
lord god of small weaponry
I hath distilled from the fruits of
my labor
a chablis of kindness and
unforetold beauty

let he who is without a glass
buy the next round

1. If a course
of commercial Latitude
was insufficient to thoroughly
embrace
one's
true nature
listening to the ravens outside my window
will have to do

2. If I cannot make peace with all the
world I will make a piece of pie
and a cup of coffee

3. If nature has forgotten how to behave
and my stripes are backwards I will no longer drunk dial you.

4. As memory insists I am not to blame
I will act more kindly towards small animals
and larger game

5. To Time
I can only
say one thing:

6. The broken LP's in my sister's collection were
not my fault

7. If Love were an alien space ship it would leave alien take out food
at my door

8. Remembering is a lost art
and my memory is a broken tube of cadmium yellow
( this makes no sense)

9. I wish I had more
to say
but
I

10. don't.

I couldn't try any harder
so I tried softer

a cathartic irreverence
manifest in igloo like silences born
in a drive by shooting his name well thats up for speculation
something like cannabis or salt peter?
his motto was "Don't be the lookout"
the family crest was a mongoose eating a chicken
the backstairs led nowhere so that was where they
held their meetings sometimes they'd make someone
take their pants off but usually it was just baseball cards
and firecrackers

Times memorial was a baby ben clock
thrown through a window
see time flys
then he got punched in the eye by his dad

the gun was broken but they used it anyway it still
worked to scare the shit out of people including the cops
who gunned down his cousin Larry who
had only come along to get "data for his term paper".

after that he went to florida
and worked for awhile
on a fishing boat
outside of Delacroix

His parents knew he was responsible and
would send him money to hide their guilt
Larry's parents(his aunt and uncle)hired an old black man to
kill him but he and the old black man ended up smoking up all the hit money
on crack
eventually the black man wandered away and his name was forgotten

When he turned 22 he
decided to join the military
but was rejected due to Unsovereign Spinal Atrophy
he never found out what that was and
he never had any symptoms all he
knew was they called it USA
"You got the USA we can't use you."
It was the strangest thing he ever heard but he didn't even think about it

while he was hitching a ride
back to the coast the old man
who had picked him up said he wanted a blow job
he told him he'd give him a hand job for $40 and the old
fellow gave him the money and then immediately had a stroke and died

he put the old guy under a tree after
removing his wallet and his watch.

the apple is the tree it's not a matter of falling

drank and drunk

as far as the triumvirate of sorrows
played out like a five fiddle orchestra
festooned
in derivatives
and malapropisms
befuddled
and bent toward
nirvana
with toothsome
loathing
and double beehive mirrors
we are not without feeling
begat the begotten
begin the beguine
brag for all yer worth
and board the next train
if there is one

the stolen rivers
wet the weak
soured by lemons
and mangroves
arid in their distillery
perfunctorily resplendent in snakeskin leather and violet eyeshadow, amicably
turning the grinding mill
thinking of the temperature
and when to wait and when to go
"I am not the archer of your dream"
oh you, Sagittarius freak
go put on your nightie and your running shoes
I'll be here waiting with my drawing pad and
a spring loaded Deputy Dog
Oh, ever watchful
I wait, I am the waiter
not the one who serves
not the one whose fingers are snapped to
not the one who gets the order wrong
not the one who brings the bill
I am the waiter
ya know, like George Bush.
Mission Accomplished.

Bereaved
bereaved is bereaved like a
hydratic equation
death/loss over pain/suffering by time + (distance)
R= nothingness
B= Being
Rythmn and Blues
Lucille knows
so does Caledonia
and Annie
Charlie doesn't get it
I am not supposed to know
but we all know he's dead
and that's what fucking hurts

on the sidewalk the raindrops
made words
like rose branches
as we drove 5 MPH
parked behind the space cargo delivery vehicle
parked on the edge
of the universe
of the housing development
listening to the trail
behind us
echoes of echoes of echoes
of our words

jumpin Jehosophat
Jesu joy of man's desiring
Jeez Louise
Jerry will take quite a beating
Jermaine Jackson

For all and
for all
Free for all
and free for none
B= none
we are the Chosen
ABC's
We are the Chosen People
(who else is there?)
Fuck the rest of them
God can sort em out
(like he has nothing better to do)

cream soda
colored
mensies
that's gross

pick up your toys
I've got a mustache for you

Are the red headed step children coming this year?
Please remember I don't eat road kill!

As the brakes on the Chevy gave out
AS the Mercury Montego'd its way
As such is such
and nonesuch so much less


Heavily added with a mention of
the exclusion of past friendships
carrying out the eurotrash

Oh forgiveness
dropped from my
arrow bent letterhead morning
as the brakes
of the train
and the shifting crane
above our heads
looked dangerously swaying
we cleared out noisily
and took others in kind
to look at pictures
and take photos
I spent money
over 20 years membership
and bought a bucky postcard

smack tingle smack
\boarded up now
\\\\\\\\'
so
sum

smack
ackerly
adderly
boll fested
bill
bullion
born unto the white festoon
Marvin Martian tried for
a salt and peppery

Ka DOODle
sam and ralph
and the
seven sister pools
of Maui
reading
the macro
reading the micro
GOD in the deets
and a splint for his
broken leg

I've borrowed my weight in macaroons
no macadamians
sorry
dreadful to be inaccurate

as you are
as you were
ten HUT
mr bronkowski
MISTER Clarke
MIsty river
MI and yo

somewhere theres a ball game where
the expos
have not been forgotten
'67 Baby!
still have a felt pennant.
I think it's in a box in the barn
near the mortar and pestle
found while bulldozing the septic tank
that and some human bones
OHLONE

dreadful
wish I had a Winchester
rancher shot another rancher near the coal mines for letting
his cattle graze on his property

seems a mite extreme.
 grass don't grow on trees ya know.

Oh Charybdis
demon of the straits
and the other Scylla THE ROCKS
to be dashed against them
or sucked into the whirlpool
of the latter
my friend says it Chtulhu to be wary of
and I agree
Be wary
be very very wary
for the deep is deep
and dark
and Chtulhu is an ugly swirling many eyed
depth
but the sky is beautiful
and death so permanent

If I had a storm like nature
clouds in my soul
my soul like a street in the city
cars double parked
firetrucks racing to get somewhere
where something probably not so good
is happening
a bloodied drunk on the sidewalk
a greasy kitchen fire
a three car pile up
all in my soul

but if not then maybe
a beach somewhere
where you can forget
what you can't forget

That your soul is painted again
this time dark green
to get rid of the chipped and dirty
off white with a spaghetti sauce stain

and the mornings
are still awake
listening to the sound of
the kettle scraping on
the stove
the click of the gas
and

Ka BOOM the whole house goes up!
no just a little flame and we wait
for the coffee

putting on pants and socks
shoes need a shine
calling LeHavre
Aki Kaurismaki
and ironing a shirt
wondering about what we can
eat
cause the health is in danger
feeding the disease
better to exercise then smoke!
and don't eat pigs ass sausage
like the French

There's not a empty room in
the house
they're all taken
been taken for some time
if you must know
the heavy metal fest
I heard Ozzy was gonna be there
well you can take the basement but no hair dye
in the sink!

Across the macheted
compliance
the freeway buggers civilization
and an army of fire ants
devour the carcass of a
empty Dairy Queen Mr. Mistee
I've washed my t shirt in the Ganges
and opening a can of New Delhi lager
I stretch out and watch the festivities

swiveling in the axis
sniveling in the cold
tired of the humpback huffalumpagus
dog eyed stonehendged
roommate voice in the kitchen
damn

If you could see the Statue of Liberty
from your window
as the cleaning lady sighed
scratch that let's move forward
2105 the forces of Grey Lord have moved
ever easterly
their warships blistering with
billboards and tokens from
battles
yes, battles
One young Grey Lord recruit, named Quan Li,
lost a foot in the battle but he knows that
his fortunes will reverse
due to the three eyed catfish his mother caught last month
she texted him.

oops I farted
but that's what writing is all about.
next I'll train a monkey to make leather belts
um pass the patois
err you'll be the last one to buy my novel
but by then I'll be living the good life in Mexico
eating mango from a bag
and wishing they'd stop honking their horn after beating Americas

From the back door of the predicated desiderata
flowing like worthless unencumbered backwash
through a mystical heart of Dumbness
I, the foresworn enemy of enmity, and protracted
dinners, filled my wine glass and lit a cigarette.
I say lit not lighted.

The ruins are ALOFT

TIME brings winged monkeys upon us

You are not embracing Dorothy

You are not a wicked witch

The ruby slippers are oh so pretty

So why do you treat me oh so shitty

If I had a brain why I oughtaaaa

The holy mountain is high on acid

The guru left a plastic turd

If you were a hipster what is the answer

On it you should put a bird

Aqua Sunglasses

Aqua Sunglasses

Aqua Sunglasses

Free me from this boring place.

Aqua Sunglasses

Aqua Sunglasses

Aqua Sunglasses

I might go to OUTER SPACE

Please could you see if my

Time is mine Please could you see

If my time is mine

Dorothy had an affair with

The scarecrow

Auntie Emm was found in the basement cellar

And you were there and you and you

Were there

I’ll get you my pretty!

I need to buy a flannel shirt
I need one like right now
so I can chop wood
feed chickens
milk goats
eat stew
sweat in the afternoon
and sleep
like I mean it

IMMA LET YOU FINNISH
ya damn swede girl
sonographically speaking
(with the best intent)
somewhere near Sonora
and Fra Fillipo Lippi
( Who WOULD have guessed?)

some time ago

Across the darting Lava Fields
beyond the Cinder Cone
back aways toward
Uncle Runts:
Pool Drinks Food

foto store synthesis
bring 49 minute energy
to thirty five millimeter
chemistry
and a girl named Crystal
in Calistoga

bio-moto-sphere-sickle
bicycle cell anemia
a call to peddle
a robo line redundancy
clearly reposada
or a least a little ginger ale

as an unembroigled sunset
swayed the syncopated morass
of heavenly turpitude and milky-esque way
of light years
derivative
of a stoned Carl
singing praises for
billions and billions

portayed in syrup
and flapjacks
bending to the bacon
with oj and HOT
COFFEE
yes
HOT COFFEE

unfinished
unfurled
unfinanced
unforgiven
forgotten
fled
flea bitten
flock of
flicking bics

Wilfred Thesiger

He was the first European to have crossed the heart of the lifeless Empty Quarter (al-Rub’ al-Khali), the great South-East Arabian sand desert. Arabian Sands (1959) recounts his travels in the Empty Quarter of Arabia between 1945 and 1950 and describes the vanishing way of life of the Bedouins. The Marsh Arabs (1964) is an account of the Madan, the indigenous people of the marshlands of southern Iraq.

At the train station Harlan sat and watched a bird. It was hopping around picking at crumbs and waiting for someone to spill bits of a scone on the cement. An old man in a tattered overcoat walked up and looked at the bird too.
"Get outta here, stupid bird."
The old man kicked at the bird who flew off quickly.
Harlan looked at the old man.
He had grey stubble on his cheeks and he appeared to be missing a few teeth.
"Hey you." The old man spoke to Harlan.
" Yeah?"
"Can I get a dollar for a cup of coffee?"
" I gave my last dollar to the bird."
"What, you gave a dollar to a bird?"
" I gave my last dollar to the bird."
"What bird?"
"The one you just kicked at."
" I didn't kick at that bird. He just flew off."
Harlan stared at the old man. He didn't look quite right. Something in his eyes looked broken.
"Do you live around here?" Harlan asked the old man.
" Nah I don't live anywhere. C'mon just a buck for some coffee. Whattaya say? "
Harlan pulled out his wallet and handed the old man a dollar.
"Alright! Thank you son. Maybe I could get another dollar for sumptin to eat?"
"Why did you try to kick that bird?"
"I tell ya, I didn't kick any bird. What's with the birds?"
Harlan's train was pulling in.
"Okay I gotta go. Have a nice day."
"Alright kid."
Harlan grabbed his suitcase and boarded the train.
The old man was picking up a dog end cigarette from the ground.

somewhere on a lost horizon
a pyramid rises
amazonian
fueled by ayahuasca

years ago
dontcha know

everywhere is somewhere
how could it be otherwise?
but I'm still hungry

had my own wind powered Rube Goldberg
ending with the cutting board crashing into the dishes
in the sink

shouldn't drink so many Manhattans
on a work night
i'm a rube goldberg
whisky powered

pa ding
pa dingo
pachinko padma
I'm lost in the desert
of my soul
eating Popeye's chicken
and
carrying a copy of The New Yorker
new corker
porker
hoarder
pleasure palace padingo
I'm lost in the brevity of my soul
all levity has been dispersed
in Rye Manhattans
and the essence of
the bulwark
the encompassing
ensuing unequivocal
vocalized
prescient
malfour
don't berate me here
I'm not under the bough
under the horn of plenty drunk
I'm just feeling a little stressed out.
haha
but it's windy and I need new blinds
California
what is that?
the desert
of my mind
but the biscuits are good
is that the crux
San Crux
Las Cruxes
I'm Ovid-lating
Ovid latte-ing
banished to a rocky isle
a peninsula of fog
and WIND
ships horns at night like they're
coming in the BEDROOM window
fixed on high
and watching the smokers on the golf course
light their live work lofts
with hundred dollar pills
YES PILLS!!
and George Segal's
white figures are still behind
barbed wire
and the camera is still obscura
but no no never mind
it's beautiful
too much so sometimes

and another ship comes in
with CHINA
and another ship goes out
with COOKIES
yes cookies
great greasy god of goodness
am I still here?
in the levity of my sole
walking and
yalking
caulking my soul
lest the rain leak in
or OUT
I'm trying to relax here
but I'm not doing a very good job of it

some seagulls are flying overhead
nasty creatures mean birds
they got the hurried worried
but I like the way they ride the up draft off
the OCEAN BEACH break tide wall
where PEDRO insisted he didn't go to
but his bag was gone
somehow he pissed himself though
that much was obvious

somehow things don't matter so much
when the bonfire's burning
but ten o'clock is too early
to stop having a good time
everyone looking at me like I'm high on drugs or
something
"what have you been up to?"
The dessert of my SOUL
the Ben and Jerry's of my
solidified succotash
sarsaparilla and San Cruxes
the Yeti of my backsassing
Paul Newman
"the brownskinned indian
on the banks that were crowded and narrow"
the effigy
the burning effigy
in white plaster
bunkers
LOOKING out to sea
and taking photos
"where were you when you heard?"
Oh I'm just skydiving these days
pearl diving with Japanese women
in the hot summer sun

I think I'm gonna keep going but
I'm having visions of green beans
ever since I said succotash

there's an awful lot of sirens

now i'm JUST recording sensory stimuli
stimuleye
populeye chicken
Vox Populeye
and the great great greasy goodness great

can't be great enough
grak
greek
grimy
phone call from work
battery change out hours and
still hungry

still sucking on the tash

still worrying the worry
hurrying the hurry
taking pills to slow down my heart
and lower my pressure
like a steam cooker

BAM!

and the sun is shining virulently
and the sun has gone spiral
sinking in the sea

Carnitas Regalo was the only child of a one eyed used car salesman and an obese polish hairdresser. His mother wore a patch where the bad eye used to be and drove a late model Toyota Corolla.
The kids made fun of Carnitas' mom.
"Hey Carnie, yer mom's a pirate. Does she have a wooden leg? "
His dad told him not to worry about those kids.
"They're stupid little shits. Don't worry about those little fuckwads."
Carnitas' mom gave him a specially made set of brass knuckles but Carnitas never used them.
The other kids he hung out with were cool and they told the dumbasses to shut the fuck up about Carnitas ' mom or they'd kick their asses. This seemed to Carnitas to be a good solution.

His dad's real last name was Regalozcyski but he changed it when he got out of the army.
"I was tired of spelling that shit to a bunch of dumb fuckwads." He told Carnitas after Carnitas had seen his dad's birth certificate.

"Why did you name me after a choice for a burrito?" he asked his dad.
"Look at me. I weigh 393 pounds. Carnitas is my fucking favorite!"

" What did you do in the army, dad?"
Well fuck that. Well, I was in the war ya know, over in Vietnam. You know about that, right? Vietnam? So anyway I was a radio operator for the 376th air platoon. We had to call in air strikes. Mostly napalm and long range bombing. But it didn't do any good. Them little fuckers were all underground in their fucking tunnels. Bunch of fucking vipers the VC."

Why'd you become a hairdresser, dad?"
"well I aint no fag but when I got back I gained a lot of weight and my mom, yer grandma Grace, worked at the beauty college and she said I might lose some weight being on my feet all day but I wouldn't have to do no heavy lifting or any of that. So that's what I did."

"Dad, what happened to mom's eye?"
You have to ask her about THAT."

One Night in Duluth

After his fifth rye Manhattan Larry decided he needed to pee. It wasn't a difficult decision but he chose to avoid the Men's room and go out and smoke and pee at the same time. In January in Duluth smoking is best done with something to occupy your mind. The cold air hit Larry as he fumbled with lighter.
'God dammit!"
The lighter fell in to the snow bank.
" Fuck I should have chose to pee under the street light."
Larry lighted the cigarette and looking both ways carefully dropped his pants just enough to get his dick out.
"Lum dee day, Lum dee dahdee day."
Larry had a good piss going when he heard a noise behind him. Right behind him.
"what the...?"
The blow caught him on the shoulder as he turned and grazed along the back of his head.
He spritzed sideways as he fell over a pile of a crusted snow left by the street removal crew.
A dude with a hunting cap and dark glasses was holding a long piece of what looked like an old broomstick and was coming at Larry again.
He jumped to his feet and reacted the best he knew.
He slipped on the ice as the dude swung the broomstick, missing.
Larry kicked the dude's knee hard and heard a crack as well as a loud scream.
"FUCKER!"
the dude screamed.
"yeah?"
"ya fucking broke my knee!"
Larry picked up the broomstick.
"alright dickface gimme your money."
"yer the one who's dick's hanging out.
Larry's pants were still hanging down.
"yeah gimme your money or I'll piss on your fucking head."
"fuck you"
Larry looked around. All quiet. No one had heard a thing.
"Lum dee day. Lum dee dahdee day."

He left his prostetic arm on the table and went out the back door.
A chill wind was blowing as he pulled the scarf round his neck and settled into the Passat.
Charlie was barking outside the car.
"Shut up you stupid dog"
He backed down the drive way with Charlie chasing, backed into the street and with a squeel of the tires left the dog behind. He sped up the hill past Jeanette's house and turned right on Elm. He stopped at the seven eleven and bought a newspaper, a pack of Marlboro lights, a bottle of Jim Beam and a can of ginger ale.
He drove the grey Passat to the ball park, parked behind the poplar trees, and sat smoking and drinking.
The newspaper sat untouched. At 5:25 p.m. Mr. Winterston appeared around the corner headed for his '83 Chevrolet El Camino.
Charlie pulled the gun from his coat pocket and draped the newspaper over his arm, hiding the gun.
He traversed the park and met Mr. Winterston at the concession stand. He loved the cherry snow cones.
"Why George, what are you doing here?"
The report echoed against the gym.
"Fuck you."
Mr. Winterston wasn't dead.
"George.."
The blood was spreading quickly. Mr Winterston's leg was twitching violently.
George dropped the gun in the snow and walked back to the car.

ocular
ocelot smelling up the place
and spending a goodly
portion of the day
fornicating
I really should be concentrating on something else
like sports
or the food network
or the sound of hypocrisy
outside it's raining but somehow
it's not peaceful
shame really
what a waste of a good rain
it seems mostly just obligatory
being March and all
and really it was now or never
and I knew it all along
when you sleep with the window open
you learn the months weather;
beware the ides of March

I've seen the unfortunate resurrection
binary as it were
and against my better judgment
left for the
unknown
biased
destitute
desultory
vagrant
morning
fucking sleep is impossible
after eating two quesadillas
I'm sorry but you need to learn to spell.

statutory Gleason
an Art Carney
of emotions
I'm honeymooning off the rose
I've got a hell of a sunburn
and it's starting to itch

so what do we do now?
pass the salt.

as the mirrorball floated past us
we threw our dying glow sticks
at the glitter clad divers
and made for the refreshments.

twenty seven
rivers
of death
a hundred cities
of wood
burned with kerosene bombs
flames and burning flesh
the rivers awash like a red plague
far down far down
the river
waiting in the grass

Rambunctious and his sidekick flo-bee
were nestled in the bosom of our lord, or rather
they were sleeping off a mighty
drunk at a curve in the river.
"Tonto"
"Yes Kimo sabe?"
"Is that that shithead R. Bunctious and his little butt buddy sleeping over there? "
"yes Kimo Sabe I smelled them after we pass great Oak"

"Let's go fuck their shit up!"

It's fucking raining out
I'm wearing the end of the world clothes
and smoking a Nicaraguan cigar which by the way I like to call a cheroot.
My local laundromat closed - I've been going there for twenty three years. Lost countless quarters
kicked numerous machines
error
error
and I've got a mountain of dirty clothes.
what's one to do?

Glory O
glory to the great GOD
the ONE
that eats at our SOULS
our SOILS
The ONE that EATS
like a Kimodo Dragon
in our caged
self
GLORY O
glory the great and Mighty
GOD
as he (YES HE, bitch)
hitches up HIS pants
after taking a mighty PISS
on the river of LOVE
GOD and LOVE are two completely different things.

On the plains the drifted
horse
a star at morning
and a burning farm house
he ran naked from the trees
and was shot
through the back
The arriving riders kept their distance.
One leaned to the other and spoke.
"We can be no help here, Tonto. Let's fuck off like right now"

After he washed the tomato beef chow mein stains
from the front of his uniform
he turned and shot the waiter in the leg.
"Let's go Tonto. This restaurant blows."

I perused
the atrophy
of endorphins
and belittled time
and time's soldiers
those forgotten sit coms
called your selves
you're too stupid to know you're stupid?
That's Science for you!
We know that we don't know why we don't know what we don't know.
what do we not know?
fuck you!

eat dust mother fucker!

as never
as usual
as the way a Japanese
cowboy
would sneer
and spit
in Black and White
and Garish Colour
panavision
pan atomic-X
the ribald piebald
fleeing godzilla on the
peninsula
yo tonto hold up
bitch!
fuck that white man and his panty
waist
bullshit

we're storming Mt Fuji
for a sno cone
and the monkeys
are stealing our souls
damn them
winter monkeys
in their hot
springs
just bring a me
cup of gunpowder tea
I'll be ok


I haven't worn these shoes before
but my feet are already
high fiving the bath tub

Fortooped
flebulae
motion wary
ambipoxtrous
incommodium
mirroring
the
non abrasive
desultory
munitions
of Bar Harbor

deep samadhi of emptiness

attainment without attainment

foe-destroyer
vanquisher of enemies
Oh "worthy one"
can you hack
views on the relative perfection
anyone who has reached the total awakening
probably needs a large coffee- vente, even
but is it hack time
I need Satsuma
orange perfection
under the Bodhai tree
being fallible and still subject to ignorance
see, I left the peel on the carpet
not pee
peel
peel me a river
without greed
stepwise fashion
aspiring for arhatship
set sail
watch the BOOM

tathagata
moon shine
shine
like a crisp ten dollar
BILL
BILL
me later
on the prairie
right now I'm dancing

IT's the Lindy
no the country swing

ryhmin to die
aint no never mind
smells like brownies
dammit
I'm hungry
blowed that boys head off
for stealing a pie

tathagata ain't home right now
he's um on third
level
ladies lingerie

I always wanted to yell that in the crowded elevator
Tathagata aint home right now
you best cleeeeaaaar outttttttttttttttttt

saying like the night
was your friend
and you had a brassiere on your head

with a morning hiccup
and starched knee joints
barreling through the
down lownsome and thinking
stuff

heliotropic
sensemilla
spinning
in some
boarded up
calliope
with a
moon beam eye
and a hiccup thigh
and twenty pounds of medicine

catching bye and bye
aint so hard
on the old S&P
ye skeedaddle this way and the ye
skeedaddle that way
for ya know it
the yard bull's on ya
but twenty pounds of medicine
goes a long way
up against your head

at night
if it's quiet I can hear what sounds like a
train running down the tracks
CLICK CLICK CLICK

Billy "Green" Bush
cracker sumbitch
nah
elton
and Stony
Fannie Flagg
for reals
You should get yourself one them little things

I was accused of robbing a store down
in the Indian Nation and I jumped bail and now a year later here they come after
me. ain't that something?

He said
I need a good long one
about nothing
and nothing is
something I'm good at
so I took the job
sent me over to Bakko County
to run the
wire
but I got into a fight
with a black operator and got fired
no matter that kinda work was
not my fortay
as the say
it wasn't that he was black
don't get me wrong
its just that he wasn't doin it right and he was
obnoxious and I aint gonna suffer
fools who do it wrong
later I heard he got fired and ended up in jail
for killing a dog
true story
anyways Bakko county is not where you want to
be without a job so I drove up north to
visit my cousin
but he was in jail too
for getting caught with a grow room
in the basement
some kids spied it thru the basement
window and told their parents
who immediately called the owner of the house
who called the cops
and now not only was he in jail but his wife
said they were getting evicted
damn! dark clouds, right?
I couldn't hardly leave my cousins wife in
such dire straits
and she did invite me to stay
I had no intention but sometimes
things just happen
so now my cousins in jail, he's getting evicted
and his wife run off with his cousin
sometimes life just kicks you when you're down

kalooey
kalakkkaadee
kalooey
kalakkkaadee

cha cha cha
CHOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEY
BUHLLLLLLLLLLLOWJOB

the thing about movies from the sixties is there's
so many great cars

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there's a drought
thats tearing up
the south
animals are dying
plants are dead
soon it'll
be a goddam dustbowl
and the topsoil'll
all blow away

we finally stopped at the
Burger King
in ________
and after I ordered
the girl behind the counter
laughed and said
Oh yeah I forgot
we don't have any burgers
and laughed again
and I said in the land where
burgers are King
you have no burgers?
and she said um yeah I'm sorry
do you want something
else?
I said okay bye

sunday driver
cutting
the drive in at in
-n out
drive thru
have em
gorilla style
or whatever
I still don't like
their
fries

down by the
freed
from the ice cream machine
dream
self aware
synoptic
symbiosis
or was it
self centered?
sumpin
signalling narcocisstic
mandrogyny
or carrying a large
sack
and believing in the
power of theater
or theatre
confused, one
on the
streets
but we need to get back
cause time is ticking
kinda tweaky
though
temperature is
highly unusual
for January
in t shirts
and that girl just smiled at me
that makes me suspicious
dammit
I wish I could sleep
and I wish I didn't sleep
so much

The Myth of Sy Philos a play in an unknown number of acts

Act 1 An urban city street at night

Sy: (wearily) The load, the heavy, heavy load.
Dark one: Are you complaining again? You bought the thing, now carry it.
Sy: Buy the ticket, take the ride!
Jericho junior: Here, gimme that, I'll carry it!
Sy(turning away) NO , It's mine!
JJ: Jeez whatever
DO: Have you figured out what it's made of? Is it sisel? I think it's stuffed with sisel.
JJ: you just like saying sisel.
Sy: where are we going?
JJ: Um Doc's Clock?
DO: The Lone Palm?
SY: The Latin?
Stranger number one: Hey what is that thing?
DO: we think its a bumper.
S1: a bumper?
DO: yeah a bumper; you put it on the side of the boat so it doesnt scrape against the dock.
S1: Oh
Sy(wearily) it's a heavy, heavy load! we gotta get up that mountain!
JJ: shut up.
S1: Where did you get it?
JJ: He bought it at a store. see?(showing him price tag), $260
S1: wow
DO: he haggled.
Sy: I didn't haggle!
JJ: yes you did! You gave him a lower price.
DO: and he took it , immediately
Sy: He said it was less than he paid for it. If we haggled he would have come back with another price.
S1: well it's a cool thing. later!
all 3: Bye

there was a
storm of fake
apple tears
glistening

uncava-fied
in a lonely spanish
village
so so so
triste- eh
we were once
a simple poor
village
now we're fucking broke
but we have a car and
high speed internet

It's too much
really
well
it's just a testing ground
I cant really expect much
but
ONE DAY
yes

2. I'm feeling worn out- somethings got to give

3. I have a number of projects I'm working on

4. He ordered three number threes in his fractured Korean

5. two inflatable kayaks

6.Are they sleeping together?

7. [ ]

8. looking up the old address

9. x 5 =45

10. let's do it again!

stupidity
what is that
when you
don't think
or when you think too much
maybe
lights go down on the theatre
a large woman appears and then disappears
a chevy cavalier pulls on to the stage
"Did somebody order a left handed pizza?"
the near sighted youth at the wheel asked the audience.
"Hey get out of here!" the backstage manager was
screaming. but too late the \\show had begun

Now I lay me down to sleep
how 's that go?

something something something something

there's a hole in my bucket dear Liza dear Liza

and the show had ended

"I really like that part with the pizza delivery guy." A man was saying to his wife.
"Are you hungry?"

They slipped into the all night diner.

the jukebox was playing Elvis Presley's It's Now Or Never.
"the famous date rape song." The man's wife remarked.

a boy was sitting at a nearby booth reading Death in Venice by Thomas Mann

'I'd like to go to Venice' the man thought to himself. Maybe a little "business trip" without the family, heh heh. Those Italian goddesses are really something.

the waitress was in the kitchen crying.

as the mirror broke
into a thousand tiny deloreans
the sound of
a river in the cascades
played
through a speaker in the wall

J. Post Grimsley was eating dinner at the Yin Yang when the bear arrived and sat
at a nearby table.
'Now that's unusual.' Grimley thought to himself
He'd seen something similar in East Borneo. A giant sloth had taken to wearing english clothes and had been offering his services in the law. Most of his cases were summarily dismissed.
Quan took the bears order without hardly looking at him.
"Hundred year chicken, shrimp chow mein, two orders potstickers, Mongolian beef, sweet and sour pork and two large Tsingtaos. Is that everything?"
the bear pointed at the menu again.
"oh yes and the roast duck. velly good!"
the bear poured himself a glass of tea and tried to fish out some of the tea leaves.
"You should let the tea settle and you won't get those bits in your glass." Grimsley opined to the bear.
"And you should go fuck yourself." the bear replied.

Klegmore Station
the train
pulls in
and a large black bear gets off
smoking a cigar and carrying
a tattered suitcase
"Where can i get some chinese food?" he asks the porter
who points toward the town as he flees into the station house

The bear takes a bicycle off the rack and pedals down the road avoiding the puddles.

who's that?
oh there's no one there
just me
ah yes come give me a hand
you have a hand
no i'm sleepy
well fuck it then
okay
[ ]

yep i mean yup
yip
dont laugh

oh boy somebody's crying
dont eat sugar

okay
i wont

i dont car efor any of that
snot important
cant be bothered
really
its just well
so involved, right?
all that green grass
and mailboxes
ivy covered students
pushing daisies
in baseball dreams
i'm feeling downright exhausted
again
really cant take the forest for the
trees
or the lake for the knees
you'd think I'd be able to
get out of this
seems kind of conditional
oh well am i just talking to myself
again
oh what gave you that idea?

BIG IDEA

buy a 63 ford fairlane
put Blaupunkt speakers in a wood board
cover with batik and lay against back seat window ledge
attach wires to kenmore cassette player
bolt to car floor under drivers side of the front seat
drive car to Oregon
try to drive on to beach
get stuck in sand
play Blood on the Tracks
while smoking pot
in the rain

im fleeing
flipped
idropped out
and got STONED

fi;'ngHigh
as a bird kite
brain looked at everything with new
fucked up eyes
and saw without
the way grown men play baseball
some how all the fun had been
stripped
or it just seemed silly
for some reason
STONE-ED

or just addy
writing
typing machine
breaking the back
biting the fjord
somehow in the lost mist
monkeys on women
I think I saw that one

I dont have any energy
it sucks

where s that coffee?

fuckna

yeah I know
yer stupid
and
I'm not mean
but I can't seem to
roust my self
its simple really
2+2 =3
when two are one
or at least one two are one , right?
or not , really?
AMERICAN BLONDE IDEAL
thats a nice macbook pro you have
{hand on gun}
I'll shoot you dead if you look at me
get away from my door
I have a black spot on my hand
I think I fell down on new years eve
actually more like new years day wee hours
but i dont remember
I dont really have much except too much
and mike wants another cigarette
FOOTBALL PLAYERS ARENT ALL STUPID
are they?
why are you such a hater?
well ive [given that up]
have a cup of tea
the suns come out
it can't be all bad

can it?

break the hobbit

keep on keeping on
it aint no thing
like a black devil fortresss
remnants of ancient times
the druid
is on the 3rd level
a stony fortress
and sleek dark arrowheads
primed for blood
black blood
running in the sunlight
dripping ORC
with names like
Francis
or Frances?
I dunno its stupid
how are you doing
{i have seen living people}
whispered
ah the mines of moria
i think they were Polynesian
at least they finally found a use for a big pollock
twisted his ankle though
and then he had to apologize

I don't know what
the fuck
the damn door bell is ringing again
who does that?

ah well the sun is out that's nice
it ain't no Mordor

Have you seen the Artist?

no I haven't but I know you hate it already

what the fuck again I'm not particularly happy
about this
but I do like the sound of the machine

sounds like a saw

yeah definitely cutting

must be the Shire

something is floating
like a giant arrow
near the Roxie Theater
or is it theatre

TheAAATer
he AAATe her

fuck that shit
its tweaky and no
good

you'll end up like Josh
I can't sleep any more
I can't believe I watched so much football
and could give a shit
haha
stupid 49ers

great american
great dream


cackle ]
[cough

ashes on the lapel

coffee in a saucer

great NEW YORK

she's blonde but
I'm stoned
haha
Let's go to the park
[spigt
spragt]

as the sledding
by the statue

washington Sq park
where all the freaks
are roaming
about
drug addicts
and musicians
and old russian men
with
newspaper in their coats

I'm slide again
i'm backsliding
I ain't no steve mcqueen
why did I eat clam chowder?

NEW YORK
where are you ?

i think somewhere near Nantes?
oh please

well he got the certificate a day before he left

and what not and wherefore
I could not
pass
the time
of timbukto
and Bamako
and Brookly
and draft dodgers
de-flacco-fied
in a kilowatt of drinking energy
wherfore and what not whyfore
whatsit
i'm perversely
intrigued
as the sun comes out
my laundry is piling up
but no one wants to hear about it
a blue rolled up mat looms
overhead
drawings and 2x2's
an old suitcase with the initials E.M.M.
auntie emm
and you were and you were there and so were you
old paintings of lives I used to have
and futures that might have been
but now just
wherefores and whyfores and whatsits
and orthodox chews
saltwater taffy in the wound
you wrote on a box the word zippers
I guess that's where you kept your zippers
seems logical enough

what the dickens

and yet
the epistolary prognosis
of a certain non
avoidable dissension
I'd scanned the pages
for hand written notes
found what looked like
an ice cream smudge
on page 231
the back cover was
torn
I noted all this in my report
the committee meeting
was delayed due
to an erroneous claim
by certain members
that the prefect had
been detained
I left the hall and wandered
that night for hours
until my breath wa svisible and my feet
ached
stopping at a late night cafe
I ordered an americano
and was greeted with a profound
boredom from
the wall

my thoughts went back to the notes
I had collected
would it be sufficient

I went to the prison but they said he had been transferred
to a the hulking convict ship in the port

sadly, I drank my americano and ate a bag of chips

believing
now
that what would
be
was
and that there would
be what was
we waited
and watched
televison it's true
and what was on was what we
watched
well?
why not?

ah forsook
foresaken
foreskin
F#
feeling
foreign
and fur
befriended
no f
no f
no no f
fuck fuck fuck fuck
forgotten
fergettin
fer gettin
ah fudgicles
ffrench fried
french maid
french Toast
foist the frost
in furry
frumpiness

forsook nanook
and the great white North

fled
flee-ed
for sooked
flee gotten
flayed alive in flurious
flunder
flapstick
flomity

and then
the
March Hare
doth travel
in the night
thru the
winter
of
cold
and by the stream

could there be a slice of something
a shadow
of the "divine"
in the concrete air
of hacking?
with 4 square
six square
5 square
afternoons
and she has the nicest shoes

bright calliope
oh poesy
of plague
bright bright poesy
of whisky and rye
and april showers
bring may towers
as the hedge row
doth sway in lucid
time
and the excessive partition is a broke wooden
wall between the here and the now
a black hole of forgetfullness
as chocolate will become
in vested green and purple
have you nothing better to do?

freak it
freak it
freaking
frak
my bonny sweet blood drenched
machine gun
nightgown

as they walked by the library
she had the medallions of duck
and he the indigestion
hahh no left turn
I dont understand
bough now
down now

change your socks
put on new shoes

comb your face
great bigfooted
apparition

tennessee has floridian aspirations
gatorized by the bye and bye
oh old Umass
Boris Becker
was Bjorn again

locked down energy
in bed and in the night's
eye

foghorns sleep walking
in torn sheets

bouts of archery on green fields
of tender dystopic myopia

claiming the win as the cars
still race

unshaved and drinking coffee
waiting for a mountain range
and a specific yeti like emotion

go despondent one leave this house
find your way alone

be at one with the almighty be still
line the pockets
with foreign finances

glancing toward the newspaper
as the plane prepares to take off
its last pale under things


sweet breath of cologne
the mirror was a window she sat quite alone
"Rosemary"

kevorkian death
match
the sleep walking
somnambulists
swaying
station of the
cross dressing
saint
in salad days
honorable mention
a writ
proclaimeth
pefidity
but the crowds amassed at
focal vectors and the imprisoned
thief
is weary of days
such as these - days of remembrance
days of sushi lunches
days of typewriter memos
days of martini lunches
days of I am not a crook
and yet more days of dogs
and al pacino and
flights to Montana
what day is it?
the day of reckoning
the day of the dead
the daylight savings & loan
the daybreak car alarm
and on and on and end I'm
not talking at you
are you thinking, Boog Powell?

wave
on the off chance
of a breaking relativeness
circumlocuted indifference
manifest in prosaic malfunctions of
an untoward
nature
deposited by cycladian
antitheses in Pyrrhic revolutionary
self absorption
mowing the mind
with a winnebago - custom outfitted for torrential
miasma ( ) the cliff dwellers
proceeded to a rendezvous point far
from the in-n-out Burger
and a bag of shrubbery
was procured
NEE NEE

neenenenenneneneneneeenneneeeeneee

The captain looked through his
looking glass. Far to the stern he saw what the lookout was shouting about. A man on a raft. Frantically waving a piece of white cloth. They were hundreds of miles from any body of land.
"Hard astern, Mr. MacGregor!"
He bellowed the command.
The great ship moaned as the sails were set and reset. The fellow was still waving frantically unsure if the ship had spotted him or if they would rescue him. Then you could see it in his body , the realization the the ship was headed toward him- a kind of physical sigh went through his figure.
Once aboard he said his name was Davis Farnsworth. He had been aboard the the whaling ship Marie Souter out of Boston. She had gone down three weeks in a torrential typhoon. Farnsworth had been a midshipsman on his virgin cruise. He said several of his companions had survived but one by one they fell mad in the water and abandoned the raft for some delusional vision. Twice, he said, he had saved Tommy but the third time he lost him. This caused him a great weary sob.
"Okay, now that's enough- Dr Johnson, take Mr. Farnsworth below and see to him. Once he has rested and recovered we can hear more."
The Marie Souter was known to the captain. The ship was a notorious scow, ever in need of servicing and in constant disrepair due to the greed of it's company's owners, The Lance Group. She took only the worst, sailors who could not get work on other ships because of their previous failures. That Mr Farnsowrth said it was his virgin cruise, was to his advantage.

if I had it all to do over
I wouldn't

haha
jk
in the parlance of our times

I don't want my free
days to end
back to my cube
for hours and hours
all the daylight
sucked out of me
leaving a pit
of blackness
a pit of darkness
a pit of
well you get it.

drank coffee
ate a whole wheat combo bagel
with cc tom on to go
green machine type drink

cooked some chicken
with mushrooms
worcestershire sauce
fish sauce and Tapatio
brown rice

smoked a couple cigarettes
two glasses white wine

Overheard on xmas eve

(walking to the Mission)
Girl 1: Oh, he's cute but he's married.
Girl 2: Married, schmarried.

(in the Mission)
Older white gay man to mexican fellow:
You're crazy! What kind of church service is at 3 am?!

oh noo wayyy
yer gonna ....
now that....

wow thats gross!
ughhhhh

(it's hard to hear)

laughter

talking too quietly now.

I should do something.

outside women are talking
and I'm not in New York

we are standing
in the middle
and eating pizza
and watching tv
and you are
alone
and you think that
there
is
something
waiting
for you
out there

but I'm humming
a little
tune
a little tune

hum hum hum

pass the parmesan

ah my friend
did you get hit in the stomach
by an unknown passerby?

did you wear a three cornered
hat and hold a musket
for what?

did you?

or did I?
fuck it

I forget

I've got ribbons
ribbons
and
fractured
figments
of farnoonian
forgetfulness
splog
splog

yes thats it

oh happy happy day

keep the eyes
on the sky

an airplane
an aerodrome
a Pachydrome

it's flying time again

toward the back of the sea
he placed an empty
boldfaced lie
righting the ships
and calling for
a glass of vodka

on the wall was a poster
from a sale of
indistinguished variables
a meagre trove
of unknowns

call me call me she said
and he said I will!

back in the night by the wet
cobblestones
a man was sweeping the sidewalk
coughing and humming sadly

The car door closed with
a smack
I really shouldn't be driving
he said as he gunned it up the hill
across the city the sun was rising

baroom baroom
oh non self effacing
military ceremony
for the past
and the memory
of the past

revel now!
she sighed
I'm busted... I've got ashes in
my ears
my feet
... my feet
are tired
and my finger is bleeding
somehow
I don't know

let's ride to the beach and sing
songs of Jack Guthrie
and Oklahoma
and wear old pants
and behave generally much kinder
to people