the  pattern
of downtown brrokers

with  brrrrokkken
mindset
sinking in
the street
of dreams
with
a sinkhole for a best friend

and the tv is replaying
the murder
of the

tyrant over and over
but i'm busted
in green land
barnacled in boston
bazooked in brylcreem
with
francis the talking mule
'and wali gator
and boris badonov

sigh
don't forget you found
a diamond
in a parking lot
how did you see it for all the
broken windshield glass?

it s just whatever
and I've got  a plane ticket
to the east coast in May
but they want me to
spy for the state
at work
and pretend A=B
but
I don't think
that's
right

It doesn't matter
it's a little thing
like
the way you check your bank account
every day
or
the why and wherefores
of online shopping

something has to give
like the price of gas
in April
or the FallBack
of daylight savings

something just doesn't seem
right
like an earthquake
we thought the fucking
ground was solid
at least

If we watched TV in the daytime
and drank at night

if we spun flaxen into gold

or sat on a toadstool
if we
we down the rabbit hole
and called it a wurm hole
or even a sink hole
but
it's just a cenote
in the limestone

if we found Minoan carvings
in central Asia
or chipped porcelain
in the Ganges

we would be sadhu
centered in
life

sinking before the rising
of the sun
smoking great quantities
of kif

and drinking some kind of weird
foreign
tea and waiting
for the next book
by Dyer
or who?
jermama

the sadhu leaps into the sun
and flys out the asses moon
lands
on a mule
and kicks a bucket
in the barn
shops on ebay
tells bawdy tales
of maidenhead
in Dover

oh puh lease
make it stop

and somewhere came across
a safari vest
and a Hulot watch
Time ticks in money
flys like a crow
a gaggle of gelt
performing in felt
like Bucher
or Thackeray

inflamed engrossed
self immolating
we the vietnamese of the mind
are fetching the rooster
before the dawn

I love the smell of patchouli in the
crotch
wood eye
hair lip
we trade barbs
and don't get to dance

some of us might paint
take photos
lean toward beauty
substitute beauty
for

beauty

maybe Truth
what the hell
who knows
don't ask me

I'm stuck in the Garp
world

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