for now we see
what we see
no wanting
just am
like a basket of flowers

1.
like a credit card lunch
drowning in fog
the music of our sorrows
is not in E flat
your boots are not John Fluevog
and we are not waiting to hear
the sound of the car door slamming

B.
Errol we prole
in Praha
bastion
of Exeter
down the
river road
cleaning
with
Comet
The Perseids
are going by
now
right now

3.
mean Mr Mustard
died a horrible cancer
death
deeeeeeeeeeeaaath
screaming in to his pillow
He did have nice sheets
with little stars all over them

4.
In George Washington's
wooden teeth
coca leaves
and pearls
On the road from Coba
I saw a man with
a machete
and a live turkey in a burlap sack
its head sticking out
the pregnant woman
did get a seat

5.
I know you
You're that guy that never does anything, ever.
you were on that show
what's new in who cares magazine?

The Days of Pre-Internet
such innocence and naivete
to not know where the nearest KwikiMart is
The revolution will not be emailed
It already happened

as far as the rose can be thrown
people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones
what does it mean if you pronounce the g in hang up?
and other great movie titles

In the search for a voice
he found instead a portabello on pumpernickel
After two sleep deprived nights
he realized there was no SCSI to USB adapter
his mind had become a cybernetic sandwich

all she really wanted
to do was drink wine and smoke cigarettes
and maybe do a few lines of blow
then go home
and pass
out
but things don't always work out the way you want them to

my thoughts
hold no promise
I am the rose that bites
I am the thorn that bleeds
across my forehead
an avalanche of movie poster ideas
Avenue D and East How'ston
sneakers and jeans
smoking weed
and waiting for night
sleeping in the morning
making love on your mother's
extra bed

May the Fourth be with you.

when the parties
became the same
when the former
passed the latter
"we've been outdone"
Secret courts approving a surveillance package of all citizens communications.
Internet and phone companies legally obligated to provide warrantless government access to all data; emails, searches, purchases, phone calls, etc.


found this comment about NYT editorial saying Snowden had no reason to fear coming back to the states.

• from Bill Appledorf

Talk about shooting the messenger.

There would be no conversation about mass surveillance and its implications for American democracy if it were not for Edward Snowden -- because government spying was a deep dark secret before he told us what is going on -- and yet all anyone in the corporate media wants to talk about is what to do about Edward Snowden.

Here is what to do about Edward Snowden: give him a medal!

And do your investigative job.

Does no one in the U.S. media have the merest grasp of how toxic a surveillance state is to free speech, freedom of association, political dissent, and virtually every aspect of civil society upon which rests the possibility of a safe and secure life in the USA?

For all the talk about militants in Yemen, Somalia, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and dozens of other countries, the biggest threat to the American public today is corporate rule, the militarization of everything, and a surveillance apparatus that would make the Stasi drool.

Unbelievable.

all things are measured
in "Literature"
for philosophy is a failed
balcony
see the car
see the shiny car
see how it shines
I do not understand
What we are about
when the keyboard
types the hand

Option. do not call
Option. please forgive me
Option. I am a failure
Option. Society has been failed
Option. the sin of the first world  repeat endlessly
Option. I can not be responsible
Option. We are one

gray worm
of science
burrowing
without eyes
things grow
flowers bloom
fish are hooked
timetables tell their tale
of story book freeway endings
as the siren drifts away
repeating endlessly
the hand lays outward
dripping blood
the sleeping face of the worm

mirror mirror
on the wall
who's the fuckediest fuck
of them all?

hello
as in shut the fuck up
-wise
I'm the marigold
of
the star
cross fibered
entity
of ice
with a capacity for fruitless
caring
sometimes it's better to say nothing
at all

a 12 %
decay
in the emotional life
smoking causes blindness
and gangrene
smoking in bed
well I guess that's a fire hazard

it's too late
for this
and I'm hungry

if memory
was my only hope
this would be a shit show
that it actually already is
people are talking and
they know what they're talking about
voices are raised
what she said
but really, right?
who took my beer?

truculent
myriad podiatrists
informed of the right to
escalate
in provisional manifestations
of the Buddha
adjusting bowls
parked near a 2006 Dodge Viper.
Beckoned, his glasses
badly in need of cleaning,
he gets in line
for some fried chicken.

there's
a dust cloud
in my brain
as I drink dirty stoli
and lie in bed

the creature comforts
of byzantine remorse

plagued by a lifetime
of phone-a-friends
and fifty-fifty's
who wants to be a millionaire?

the books shelves are yawning
the words
are stored
voices on the shelf
the bedsheets too have a tale
but let's not talk about that

everything has a story
even cement
has a nature
a life and death

life is hard and then easy and then hard again
Jane Leslie

an ocean of civilization
mired in sun
breathing LIFE
into the arachnid
hopes
spreading the web
filament tensile strength unrivalled
by anything we make
so now they engineer goatsmilk
to make spider filament
my spidey sense is tingling

the sun is shining
in August in SF
Buddy Wells is playing
James Brown's Sex Machine
metal barrel smokers are smoking
"what's your name? Poontang?"
Church parking lot party
in the Western Addy

donfer
Big Sur
echos of the past
in memories of
somewhat schizophrenic
and wine addled/potsmoked
sister in law
asking to read
my tarot cards

Tinker toy tarot card
readers reading roberts rules of order?

why do I think of that broken
window and my urge to say
"it was your fault, you did the same thing a month ago,
and did you offer to pay for the window?"
meanwhile she is not letting things bother her
and I'm all pissed off
(laughter)

such is the fate
of my older white male friends

Through a prism, darkly...For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. Wait, what? oh yeah when they come for me.

the logical
cognitive processes
theologically
spread like jam
on the toast of malaise
the island of Malaise
buried by
climate change
HOPE
sunning itself
by a mountain peak
in Burberry eyewear
I'm reading the newspaper
said a print publication
temerity aside
we are reading the news
I would quit smoking
said the old man
on the eve of the
event horizon