and a century of cracked marble eyes
wrapped in thistles and wysteria
a 67 Pontiac and
Pierro Della Francesca
stack of flapjacks with butter
and Maple syrup
and coffee
and Giotto
Padua
Mantova
Verona
but the faces of Pierro
like some modern comic book artist
Sunday, December 28, 2014
as the castoff aspersions clothed themselves in untidy misgivings
and the chief of remembrances barricaded an unruly deux et machina
the twisted body of the fourteenth murder victim
was found in a 73 Cabriolet parked outside the Jacksonville Marina Dairy Queen
a century of unforgiven lies did little to assuage the cold unremittant torpor
that was her affection
and the chief of remembrances barricaded an unruly deux et machina
the twisted body of the fourteenth murder victim
was found in a 73 Cabriolet parked outside the Jacksonville Marina Dairy Queen
a century of unforgiven lies did little to assuage the cold unremittant torpor
that was her affection
Saturday, December 27, 2014
demon mog
traveling in storied discretion
indiscretionally,
obdurately perverse
(pickle)
I just want to ride my motorsicyle
I 've been Arlo'd I've been Simon & Garfunkeled
I been Monkee'd
I'm roaming the sidewalk celebrities
at Grauman's Chinese
and waiting for Sunset Boulevard
organ B3 Hammond
destinations
traveling in storied discretion
indiscretionally,
obdurately perverse
(pickle)
I just want to ride my motorsicyle
I 've been Arlo'd I've been Simon & Garfunkeled
I been Monkee'd
I'm roaming the sidewalk celebrities
at Grauman's Chinese
and waiting for Sunset Boulevard
organ B3 Hammond
destinations
Saturday, November 08, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
the tyranny of boredom
invades the dust the mote the righteous brothers
until you sing
to keep the showerhead from cracking
to keep the tow trucks from towing
to keep the marathons
from waking everybody at 6 fucking am
blow that horn again asshole
do it blow it
instead of towing my car why dont they just lay down in front of it and let me drive over them? we'll call it therapy
invades the dust the mote the righteous brothers
until you sing
to keep the showerhead from cracking
to keep the tow trucks from towing
to keep the marathons
from waking everybody at 6 fucking am
blow that horn again asshole
do it blow it
instead of towing my car why dont they just lay down in front of it and let me drive over them? we'll call it therapy
Sunday, October 19, 2014
The General decided the best action to take would be to procrastinate.
He lit a cigar from his collection of Don Julios captured with a colonel at Veracruz.
"These things aren't half bad."
The southern front was in shambles.
The reports were increasingly negative.
Both sides had taken a battering in Hurricane Azalea.
And the rain had not let up.
He fired off a memo.
'Teams of 250 on 15 day leave consecutively with military flights and board on the Big Island.'
'That should put some starch back in their shirts'.
He changed the channel and eased back into his chair.
He lit a cigar from his collection of Don Julios captured with a colonel at Veracruz.
"These things aren't half bad."
The southern front was in shambles.
The reports were increasingly negative.
Both sides had taken a battering in Hurricane Azalea.
And the rain had not let up.
He fired off a memo.
'Teams of 250 on 15 day leave consecutively with military flights and board on the Big Island.'
'That should put some starch back in their shirts'.
He changed the channel and eased back into his chair.
as the Linda st
times decay and moral sway
of the unforgiven
and forgotten
a weekend in hiding
Mrs Robinson hey hey hey
looking out bay windows
a rat crawls out from under the neighbors garage door
magazines on the table
guitar with a broken string
playing the blues
with lightning hopkins
"oh that cadillac"
times decay and moral sway
of the unforgiven
and forgotten
a weekend in hiding
Mrs Robinson hey hey hey
looking out bay windows
a rat crawls out from under the neighbors garage door
magazines on the table
guitar with a broken string
playing the blues
with lightning hopkins
"oh that cadillac"
Saturday, October 18, 2014
trombone skinned
barium mind
acid flex
trial worshipper
mulatto joe
sound sheriff
meat is the key
broad bottom
wide river
seeps in like your mama
great cat bridge
a dog like a mouth
stone left unturned
patched jeans
stag mag sundays
a floral hypnosis
stages of addiction
trim of aluminum siding
that's all folks!
barium mind
acid flex
trial worshipper
mulatto joe
sound sheriff
meat is the key
broad bottom
wide river
seeps in like your mama
great cat bridge
a dog like a mouth
stone left unturned
patched jeans
stag mag sundays
a floral hypnosis
stages of addiction
trim of aluminum siding
that's all folks!
Sunday, October 12, 2014
I forgot the memory of broken pistol-whipping
the careless void of your endless armpit conversations
you, who graduated summa cum laude, were now arguing with a mechanic
about motor oil
the sun had worn down the maps
to a faded blanched yellow
blue gatorade was the answer for almost everything
that and camel lights
I remember the night you spent an hour looking for a lighter
and then you ran down Calvary street
screaming "I hate you"
good times.
the careless void of your endless armpit conversations
you, who graduated summa cum laude, were now arguing with a mechanic
about motor oil
the sun had worn down the maps
to a faded blanched yellow
blue gatorade was the answer for almost everything
that and camel lights
I remember the night you spent an hour looking for a lighter
and then you ran down Calvary street
screaming "I hate you"
good times.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
In the morning we hotwired the volvo
and siphoned gas from a car parked on the road
the dog came with us
we had no way of knowing when or if George was coming back
we found plenty of canned goods
and we took a share
the house had been in fine condition
we were there for three days and no one showed up
we took the back route
through the hills
and the dog was happy
and siphoned gas from a car parked on the road
the dog came with us
we had no way of knowing when or if George was coming back
we found plenty of canned goods
and we took a share
the house had been in fine condition
we were there for three days and no one showed up
we took the back route
through the hills
and the dog was happy
Thursday, September 25, 2014
The Wars of Tecate had
left boulders and buildings
across roads
and San Onofre
split the sky
with torn aching
cries
we breathed smoke from the burning refineries
and stole a motor boat
went up river
to george's house on the hill
but everyone was gone
except a hungry dog
who we fed and then he fell asleep
left boulders and buildings
across roads
and San Onofre
split the sky
with torn aching
cries
we breathed smoke from the burning refineries
and stole a motor boat
went up river
to george's house on the hill
but everyone was gone
except a hungry dog
who we fed and then he fell asleep
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Sunday, September 14, 2014
mozambique messiah
of the misery
a million legacies and a thousand hungry voices
the dying are not heard they just die
and the tv stations bark like dogs
forensic footballers falling and fading
heads bite the dust but the money rolls in
are you with us captain
the streams of our youth sullied with sardonic empire
sullied like the cane beating the slave
this not thought out
we are all slave dealers
of the misery
a million legacies and a thousand hungry voices
the dying are not heard they just die
and the tv stations bark like dogs
forensic footballers falling and fading
heads bite the dust but the money rolls in
are you with us captain
the streams of our youth sullied with sardonic empire
sullied like the cane beating the slave
this not thought out
we are all slave dealers
Saturday, September 06, 2014
Monday, September 01, 2014
from the breaker
he saw a storm coming
the fire he built had gone out and
probably a good thing
he had a weeks worth of food
and zero ammunition
the cold would come on tonight and he had to find someplace dry
he checked the snooper for orders and nothing
their response was 10-96 Lay low
he had hoped to be picked up and transported to Central
but there was a major action in the lower central coast
and every carrier was busy freighting
he found an old barn and bedded down for the night when heard the rain start to come down
the hay was comfortable and the barn was dry
he feel asleep listening to the heavy rain
he saw a storm coming
the fire he built had gone out and
probably a good thing
he had a weeks worth of food
and zero ammunition
the cold would come on tonight and he had to find someplace dry
he checked the snooper for orders and nothing
their response was 10-96 Lay low
he had hoped to be picked up and transported to Central
but there was a major action in the lower central coast
and every carrier was busy freighting
he found an old barn and bedded down for the night when heard the rain start to come down
the hay was comfortable and the barn was dry
he feel asleep listening to the heavy rain
checking the coordinates on his snooper
Rafael sensed he was being watched
then he saw it
a Miasma Drone hovering at about 800 ft
it could be on a standard recon or it could be hunting
being so small they had to get fairly close to make a kill
he turned on his scrambler to block any microwave location capabilities
and he set the trap - a palmsized "jumper" with electromagnetic targeting
he set it for six seconds and started to run
drones like to hunt on the run
the jumper went off as the drone started firing
a .23 caliber bullet tore along Rafael's calf as he rolled into the cover of a cement divider
the jumper blew half the drone to pieces and the rest landed about thirty feet from Rafael
the machine gun was still firing into the ground
the operator had turned on the speaker and was laughing and cursing Rafael
in a dialect that sounded like Mamean
he fired one shot and put out the speaker
"fuck you wingnut"
He sprayed cureskin on the wound and headed to the rendezvous.
Rafael sensed he was being watched
then he saw it
a Miasma Drone hovering at about 800 ft
it could be on a standard recon or it could be hunting
being so small they had to get fairly close to make a kill
he turned on his scrambler to block any microwave location capabilities
and he set the trap - a palmsized "jumper" with electromagnetic targeting
he set it for six seconds and started to run
drones like to hunt on the run
the jumper went off as the drone started firing
a .23 caliber bullet tore along Rafael's calf as he rolled into the cover of a cement divider
the jumper blew half the drone to pieces and the rest landed about thirty feet from Rafael
the machine gun was still firing into the ground
the operator had turned on the speaker and was laughing and cursing Rafael
in a dialect that sounded like Mamean
he fired one shot and put out the speaker
"fuck you wingnut"
He sprayed cureskin on the wound and headed to the rendezvous.
and then again time moved in mysterious ways
seemingly backwards on a glance across the room
but no, it was just a shift in perspective
General Bosephus was reading a copy
of Mexico City Blues (242 Choruses) that he had found lying at
the bottom of the bombed out bunker of enemy officers quarters
he had also found a green plastic toy pistol that shot sparks when he pulled the trigger
Occassionally he would raise the pistol and fire
time passed backwards again as
he read
seemingly backwards on a glance across the room
but no, it was just a shift in perspective
General Bosephus was reading a copy
of Mexico City Blues (242 Choruses) that he had found lying at
the bottom of the bombed out bunker of enemy officers quarters
he had also found a green plastic toy pistol that shot sparks when he pulled the trigger
Occassionally he would raise the pistol and fire
time passed backwards again as
he read
Sunday, August 31, 2014
As the riffle of time was forgotten
the Tecate wars expanded
A river of blood had flowed on the internet
but in Visalia it was still bone dry
Arnold searched the abandoned trailer and found a six pack
of Budweiser under a bombed out refrigerator
he also found a three lb bag of Doritos
"JACKPOT"
He stuffed both into his rucksack and headed up the dry creek bed
the Tecate wars expanded
A river of blood had flowed on the internet
but in Visalia it was still bone dry
Arnold searched the abandoned trailer and found a six pack
of Budweiser under a bombed out refrigerator
he also found a three lb bag of Doritos
"JACKPOT"
He stuffed both into his rucksack and headed up the dry creek bed
Monday, August 18, 2014
The papers wanted to know. What was the rogue beast? was he the morgue beast?!
Did it sneak up behind the times? Did it (he?) find time
to carry out the waylaid plans of newbie redneck senators?
Did the legion of parables aid (HIM?HER? them?) ?
black eyed and mustachioed the morgue beast smiled like new car smell
the morgue beast loved to eat Spaghetti Bolognese in North Beach
the morgue beast spread thin mints along the sidewalk once
the morgue beast kept a steady pace when being followed
the morgue beast owned a squirrel who had once been the president of a small country in Central America I think Paraguay
The Legion of Parables offices were located in a non-descript Richmond district apartment whose former owner sold pot out of
The Legion of Parables had several voices to offer, all undecipherable some more so than others
The Legion of Parables used silent conversation to make unwanted guests uncomfortable
The Legion of Parables read Hemingway every day!
The Legion of Parables created time on a Saturday when no one was watching tv
The Legion of Parables quest was the complete annihilation of analogy
The Legion of Parables ....
to be continued...
the morgue beast listened but did not hear- he was like that
the morgue beast capsized on a frozen eddy of time
the morgue beast knew a thousand rhymes
the morgue beast wore a jewish coat- not anti zionist
the morgue beast kept a few old warped LP's in the trunk of his car
the morgue beast once threw sugar cubes at cats near the vatican
the morgue beast once lived in Alphabet city with his girlfriend's mother
The Legion of Parables had a little sister named Alice
Alice was born in Indiana but was taken from her transient parents at a young age
she was placed in foster care with a family of meerkats living under the trash packaging units outside Racine, Wisconson
Alice became a wise but sneaky child always adhering to a known path
Alice was wary of unfamiliar objects
Alice became a commercial photographer and made quite a good living in Racine shooting
pictures of garbage disposals and laundry boxes
across the river is a house
across the river lives a mouse
across the river is the town
cross the river you will drown
over the mountain is a house
over the mountain lives a mouse
over the mountain is the town
climb the mountain you will fall down
Did it sneak up behind the times? Did it (he?) find time
to carry out the waylaid plans of newbie redneck senators?
Did the legion of parables aid (HIM?HER? them?) ?
black eyed and mustachioed the morgue beast smiled like new car smell
the morgue beast loved to eat Spaghetti Bolognese in North Beach
the morgue beast spread thin mints along the sidewalk once
the morgue beast kept a steady pace when being followed
the morgue beast owned a squirrel who had once been the president of a small country in Central America I think Paraguay
The Legion of Parables offices were located in a non-descript Richmond district apartment whose former owner sold pot out of
The Legion of Parables had several voices to offer, all undecipherable some more so than others
The Legion of Parables used silent conversation to make unwanted guests uncomfortable
The Legion of Parables read Hemingway every day!
The Legion of Parables created time on a Saturday when no one was watching tv
The Legion of Parables quest was the complete annihilation of analogy
The Legion of Parables ....
to be continued...
the morgue beast listened but did not hear- he was like that
the morgue beast capsized on a frozen eddy of time
the morgue beast knew a thousand rhymes
the morgue beast wore a jewish coat- not anti zionist
the morgue beast kept a few old warped LP's in the trunk of his car
the morgue beast once threw sugar cubes at cats near the vatican
the morgue beast once lived in Alphabet city with his girlfriend's mother
The Legion of Parables had a little sister named Alice
Alice was born in Indiana but was taken from her transient parents at a young age
she was placed in foster care with a family of meerkats living under the trash packaging units outside Racine, Wisconson
Alice became a wise but sneaky child always adhering to a known path
Alice was wary of unfamiliar objects
Alice became a commercial photographer and made quite a good living in Racine shooting
pictures of garbage disposals and laundry boxes
across the river is a house
across the river lives a mouse
across the river is the town
cross the river you will drown
over the mountain is a house
over the mountain lives a mouse
over the mountain is the town
climb the mountain you will fall down
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
night sleepy beautiful dark indoors in doors
lights outside quiet and motorcycle roar dull hum
of what, wind? ocean? cars ? dull hum city of lonely night
with walls books and dharma bums cigarette smoke
and cheddar cheese fruit flies round the apple cider vinegar
pharma bums meditating medicating in the sunlight way
of walls and cars but
night
yes
the night
it's okay it embraces the bedclothes even though you sweat too much
and i wish it were cold with the window open smoking in bed with one light
no bugs no birds scratching sometimes rats outside? that's what they said
and bats in the trees i don't believe it
spiders maybe yes
lights outside quiet and motorcycle roar dull hum
of what, wind? ocean? cars ? dull hum city of lonely night
with walls books and dharma bums cigarette smoke
and cheddar cheese fruit flies round the apple cider vinegar
pharma bums meditating medicating in the sunlight way
of walls and cars but
night
yes
the night
it's okay it embraces the bedclothes even though you sweat too much
and i wish it were cold with the window open smoking in bed with one light
no bugs no birds scratching sometimes rats outside? that's what they said
and bats in the trees i don't believe it
spiders maybe yes
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
you should occassionally
check
snooze
blort
blarg
solipsistic
ferengi
beehive bed bug
bereavement benefits
on the warp drive
farmland futures
freaking out at walstupfergen
drinking frackware frackenjuice
freakin frilthy
give me the vote and i'll give you the business
sign on the the line which is twaddled
beachfront bore-ifics
go to tj's
get booze
you will not die
in the sand of
stupidity
hey ho
too much salt
yuck
check
snooze
blort
blarg
solipsistic
ferengi
beehive bed bug
bereavement benefits
on the warp drive
farmland futures
freaking out at walstupfergen
drinking frackware frackenjuice
freakin frilthy
give me the vote and i'll give you the business
sign on the the line which is twaddled
beachfront bore-ifics
go to tj's
get booze
you will not die
in the sand of
stupidity
hey ho
too much salt
yuck
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Its a far cry so don't be so stubborn
and sunburned, your shirt is on the floor electric yellow and burning blue
these three eyes of Far India and in the valley of the Khalpa try and and we'll try
we'll get some black tea
and you bury your writing
over
and
over
you buy some water
but it's on sale
free water
but it's okay for you
the train is here
we can go
and sunburned, your shirt is on the floor electric yellow and burning blue
these three eyes of Far India and in the valley of the Khalpa try and and we'll try
we'll get some black tea
and you bury your writing
over
and
over
you buy some water
but it's on sale
free water
but it's okay for you
the train is here
we can go
oh sparked a reminder
and threw it out the
"window"
did you
see that
cripes
what kind of hat
was he wearing
drink that wine
you dribbled
on your shirt
oh excuse me
bleated sheep are racing
to the forefront
cowcycle riding
old ladies
embarrasing the offspring
" get off that cowcycle!"
" hahaha weeeeeeeeee"
jeez loueeeeez
i've been de-pantsed
was that a bomb going off?
follow the cyclical imbrosure
embroglio?
imbature?
his lips formed the forward pass
scrreeeeech jazz bap
i don't like it - i prefer singin
some times its okay
with a glass of mint tea
but the sun will wear you down
it's not Morrocco anymore
it's more like San Diego
with drunk engineers
wearing sneakers
from the essence; and kick the ball
pass it here
kick me if I'm wrong
but we passed it
"justib time "
" bibbler in a black suit"
"maresy dotesy christmas leaves!"
fuck New York Cityyay
and threw it out the
"window"
did you
see that
cripes
what kind of hat
was he wearing
drink that wine
you dribbled
on your shirt
oh excuse me
bleated sheep are racing
to the forefront
cowcycle riding
old ladies
embarrasing the offspring
" get off that cowcycle!"
" hahaha weeeeeeeeee"
jeez loueeeeez
i've been de-pantsed
was that a bomb going off?
follow the cyclical imbrosure
embroglio?
imbature?
his lips formed the forward pass
scrreeeeech jazz bap
i don't like it - i prefer singin
some times its okay
with a glass of mint tea
but the sun will wear you down
it's not Morrocco anymore
it's more like San Diego
with drunk engineers
wearing sneakers
from the essence; and kick the ball
pass it here
kick me if I'm wrong
but we passed it
"justib time "
" bibbler in a black suit"
"maresy dotesy christmas leaves!"
fuck New York Cityyay
Monday, July 21, 2014
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
i was the race that left no doubt
i was the stream that could do without
i was the time that everyone had
i was the arms that were broken bad
time was the friend of a lost soul
time was the spoon in the cereal bowl
time was the enemy of *snide* regard
time was shakespeare ya know the bard
born is the sun on a moonlit day
born are the words that people won't say
born is the rock that shines in night
born is the sky that sleeps tonight
ryhmey ryhmey rhymey ryhme
for someone else not now forgotten
i was the stream that could do without
i was the time that everyone had
i was the arms that were broken bad
time was the friend of a lost soul
time was the spoon in the cereal bowl
time was the enemy of *snide* regard
time was shakespeare ya know the bard
born is the sun on a moonlit day
born are the words that people won't say
born is the rock that shines in night
born is the sky that sleeps tonight
ryhmey ryhmey rhymey ryhme
for someone else not now forgotten
Sunday, July 06, 2014
Tuesday, July 01, 2014
one day
the water frees us the next it entraps
ostensibly we are made of it
fortunately
but we gamble
with dirt
traitors to the moisture
with string theory
and trips to the bathroom
and car door handles
if you're young and good looking well
thats one thing
but don't feed me the vapid drink of thoughts
i don't need rainwater and grain alcohol
I'm not worried about communists
if you read the lines
you will not worry
water may be your mistress
so she won't drown you
but she might hold you under
for a bit
the water frees us the next it entraps
ostensibly we are made of it
fortunately
but we gamble
with dirt
traitors to the moisture
with string theory
and trips to the bathroom
and car door handles
if you're young and good looking well
thats one thing
but don't feed me the vapid drink of thoughts
i don't need rainwater and grain alcohol
I'm not worried about communists
if you read the lines
you will not worry
water may be your mistress
so she won't drown you
but she might hold you under
for a bit
craydaddle amerigo
pass bifocaled turtles in shells
painted with
fighter bomber pin up girls
oh the west indies
sacred home to boucaneers
the leather hides
stacked below decks
rancho de amerigo
sinner and cattle rancher
120,000 acres
two hundred thousand head
chapped hands
and broken rifle stock
looking for a cup of coffee
in the cold wind morning
off the delta
pass bifocaled turtles in shells
painted with
fighter bomber pin up girls
oh the west indies
sacred home to boucaneers
the leather hides
stacked below decks
rancho de amerigo
sinner and cattle rancher
120,000 acres
two hundred thousand head
chapped hands
and broken rifle stock
looking for a cup of coffee
in the cold wind morning
off the delta
Monday, June 30, 2014
the conversation was thrown into the river
by a black-eyed son of a bitch
whose breath was bad
his mother sat in the car
and watched
across the narrow stream a black bear ambled into the deep grass
Lloyd Crimson sat in his trailer and drank Mickey Big Mouths
he had a collection of baseball cards from the early nineties
some kid had written on the Ken Griffey jr card in ballpoint pen the name Lloyd
Lloyd's girlfriend was working at the Alaska Bear Beer & Liquor
the black-eyed son of a bitch bought Old Crow there
by a black-eyed son of a bitch
whose breath was bad
his mother sat in the car
and watched
across the narrow stream a black bear ambled into the deep grass
Lloyd Crimson sat in his trailer and drank Mickey Big Mouths
he had a collection of baseball cards from the early nineties
some kid had written on the Ken Griffey jr card in ballpoint pen the name Lloyd
Lloyd's girlfriend was working at the Alaska Bear Beer & Liquor
the black-eyed son of a bitch bought Old Crow there
Sunday, June 29, 2014
finagle your hijinks somewhere else
lover of fellini-esque drug addled ramifications
expurged, redundant
seemingly topical yet vaguely obscene
obtuse and obdurate
beseeching the mesmerized with
glass spoons
your fate is your wisdom
your curse the daylight
practice until the needle melts
let the keys be inked
with a pound of flesh
payment for what you owe
big time
lover of fellini-esque drug addled ramifications
expurged, redundant
seemingly topical yet vaguely obscene
obtuse and obdurate
beseeching the mesmerized with
glass spoons
your fate is your wisdom
your curse the daylight
practice until the needle melts
let the keys be inked
with a pound of flesh
payment for what you owe
big time
you were my friend
the cigarette ash fell on my shirt
I stayed up too late last night
you were my friend
I had a trove of broken wingnuts
I stayed too late last night
the asparagus was overcooked
a beautiful girl accosted me on the street
the coats were in the back seat
when they broke the window
the tapedeck was bolted to the floor
they left the homemade dylan tapes
the man on the beach in Sayulito had his hand down his pants
we went to a different bar
when the owner said "What man?"
"That's my brother!"
the cigarette ash fell on my shirt
I stayed up too late last night
you were my friend
I had a trove of broken wingnuts
I stayed too late last night
the asparagus was overcooked
a beautiful girl accosted me on the street
the coats were in the back seat
when they broke the window
the tapedeck was bolted to the floor
they left the homemade dylan tapes
the man on the beach in Sayulito had his hand down his pants
we went to a different bar
when the owner said "What man?"
"That's my brother!"
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
1.the moonwhistle bargain
caught a long goodbye
his converse were thrown off the pier
by a drunk fisherman
so he walked home barefoot
2. all things end
some for a reason
most for a reason
telephone calls sometimes help
depending on who is called
3. do converse float?
he thought about this for awhile
and then went back to his book
outside the sun was going down
4.his golf game went to hell
actually he didn't have a golf game
but he had promised his buddy to play golf for his buddy's bachelor party
unfortunately it rained and everyone backed out except the two of them
they each had a golf cart so they got stoned and and tried to spin out
at the tenth hole it really started to come down so they gave up
and went to to the clubhouse for calamari and tom collinses
5.
caught a long goodbye
his converse were thrown off the pier
by a drunk fisherman
so he walked home barefoot
2. all things end
some for a reason
most for a reason
telephone calls sometimes help
depending on who is called
3. do converse float?
he thought about this for awhile
and then went back to his book
outside the sun was going down
4.his golf game went to hell
actually he didn't have a golf game
but he had promised his buddy to play golf for his buddy's bachelor party
unfortunately it rained and everyone backed out except the two of them
they each had a golf cart so they got stoned and and tried to spin out
at the tenth hole it really started to come down so they gave up
and went to to the clubhouse for calamari and tom collinses
5.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Down
/////movie sense//////
where are you tonight?
feeling the cement between the sheets
cine //////// file
file under Godard
watch for the oval
change the reel
down movie sense night
/////////////
you're asleep at the dream
lights flickering like stars
the cane swings hard
the body rolls down the dusty embankment
the gun fires
the phone rings
brrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnggggg
////////////////
a french horn plays obligato
a cello joins in
the sound of a door closing
footsteps of sidewalk cement
a woman screams
tires squeal as the car flees
into the foggy night
the obligato
/////////////////
/////movie sense//////
where are you tonight?
feeling the cement between the sheets
cine //////// file
file under Godard
watch for the oval
change the reel
down movie sense night
/////////////
you're asleep at the dream
lights flickering like stars
the cane swings hard
the body rolls down the dusty embankment
the gun fires
the phone rings
brrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnggggg
////////////////
a french horn plays obligato
a cello joins in
the sound of a door closing
footsteps of sidewalk cement
a woman screams
tires squeal as the car flees
into the foggy night
the obligato
/////////////////
mirror mirror on your eyes
in Stockton they filmed
man with no eyes
sometimes nothing is a real cool hand
mirror mirror
in your eyes
take it off Dragline
taking it off here boss
down down down
i won't backslide
i won't backsass
I gotta a confession to make kid
I never shot anybody
maybe we should go to Bolivia
South America
los banditos gringos
where are your badges
if you men are deputies you should have badges
Morons. I've got morons on my team.
They won't attack us going down the mountain because we don't have the payroll
in Stockton they filmed
man with no eyes
sometimes nothing is a real cool hand
mirror mirror
in your eyes
take it off Dragline
taking it off here boss
down down down
i won't backslide
i won't backsass
I gotta a confession to make kid
I never shot anybody
maybe we should go to Bolivia
South America
los banditos gringos
where are your badges
if you men are deputies you should have badges
Morons. I've got morons on my team.
They won't attack us going down the mountain because we don't have the payroll
- Did you ever hear tell of Sweet Betsy from Pike,
- Who crossed the wide mountains with her lover Ike,
- Two yoke of cattle, a large yeller dog,
- A tall Shanghai rooster, and a one-spotted hog
Sunday, June 08, 2014
Friday, June 06, 2014
Thursday, June 05, 2014
He told me his dad owned a propeller factory in LA and he didn't want to work there so he moved to San Francisco because he wanted to be a writer. He was kind of an asshole. He had this weird habit of clearing his throat under his breath or giggling to himself A LOT and then sort of brushing it off, oh nothing, nothing heee heee hee ha hah , no really nothing, cough, cough ahem heee hee. He wrote stupid stories about things that didn't seem to be real but really were just stupid and not very well written either. Although he did a reading at the open mic at Babarian about bridges and how "you probably haven't heard the news yet but it was announced today that the Japanese government has bought the Golden Gate Bridge and is going to dis-assemble it and then reassemble it in Tokyo. They will build a much more functional and sturdy, but boring, bridge in it's place...etc etc." People started to get shitty "What the fuck are youtalking about ??? IS THIS REAL??!! Then hetook the bridge thing and was just rambling about "what are bridges really?, are there bridges between all of us, who makes the bridges, what types of bridges do people have between each other ? suspension bridges? draw bridges.." and then people realized he'd been fucking with them and their spoken word Babar medicated depression alcoholic poetry scene had had enough of mister smarmy and he kind of sequed back to his seat giggling, heh heh he haaaa haa cough and then it was back to the regulars of the open mic with their most recent poems about whatever thelatest world news was but seen through the angry and confused, depressed vale of tears, medication, and canned tall boy malt liquors.
crap crap crap
dont
fuck
w
the endless
eyeballs
of history
talking women
are the
reason
we can even smile anymore
leave the trees
naked
like a monkey
smoking buddha
pile the clothes into the back seat
careful
don't break an axle
we'll never get out of
here
giant cans of tomatoes
and thirty packs of cappellini
a hundred bottles of Chianti
it's like we
invaded Italy
again only this
time
it's Modoc county
the trails are covered in cow manure
and there are spotted salamanders
in the water
the bull deer
pissed on your shorts,
stomped them and dragged
them in the dirt
you thought they were mine
"hey look what they did to your shorts!"
"those are your shorts."
"Haha, FUCKERS!"
after we dropped acid I couldn't see you
you disappeared into the landscape
rock
rock rock
water
where's Pete?
"I'm right HERE!"
"Oh, What the.. I totally did not see you."
Then the dog knocked all your shit into the lake trying to get out of the freezing water.
Haha your glasses are at the bottom somewheredon't panic it's not deeplet the water settle
sun was shining right on them
later we caught fish and cooked them with bacon fat
and couscous
I got drunk and Pete smoked weed
the deer were already wandering into the camp
fuckers
dont
fuck
w
the endless
eyeballs
of history
talking women
are the
reason
we can even smile anymore
leave the trees
naked
like a monkey
smoking buddha
pile the clothes into the back seat
careful
don't break an axle
we'll never get out of
here
giant cans of tomatoes
and thirty packs of cappellini
a hundred bottles of Chianti
it's like we
invaded Italy
again only this
time
it's Modoc county
the trails are covered in cow manure
and there are spotted salamanders
in the water
the bull deer
pissed on your shorts,
stomped them and dragged
them in the dirt
you thought they were mine
"hey look what they did to your shorts!"
"those are your shorts."
"Haha, FUCKERS!"
after we dropped acid I couldn't see you
you disappeared into the landscape
rock
rock rock
water
where's Pete?
"I'm right HERE!"
"Oh, What the.. I totally did not see you."
Then the dog knocked all your shit into the lake trying to get out of the freezing water.
Haha your glasses are at the bottom somewheredon't panic it's not deeplet the water settle
sun was shining right on them
later we caught fish and cooked them with bacon fat
and couscous
I got drunk and Pete smoked weed
the deer were already wandering into the camp
fuckers
Here lies the untold
memory
of the fall
decidedly unambiguous
and smoking Marlboro reds
Watching television in the humid New Jersey
evening
blowing the smoke out the window
getting drunk to forget the heat
passed out and he's still talking
he never shuts up
the dogs are barking at someone
and one of the dogs just left a trail of piss on the
floor
I'm going to find an air conditioned movie
I don't care what it is
maybe Nicholas Cage
or Tom Cruise who
gives a fuck as long as they have
Junior Mints and air conditioning
memory
of the fall
decidedly unambiguous
and smoking Marlboro reds
Watching television in the humid New Jersey
evening
blowing the smoke out the window
getting drunk to forget the heat
passed out and he's still talking
he never shuts up
the dogs are barking at someone
and one of the dogs just left a trail of piss on the
floor
I'm going to find an air conditioned movie
I don't care what it is
maybe Nicholas Cage
or Tom Cruise who
gives a fuck as long as they have
Junior Mints and air conditioning
Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
I would/be tried
and tied
fit to lie
on my face
beware the hair
that eats at
your brain
its not really there
just like this train/sausage factory
pundits are spared
the travails of my broken suitcase
and my camera case
is heavy
you're ok, right
we're ok, right
i'm gonna go
get a sandwich
and an ice cold beverage
maybe Fresca
pundits are spared
the travails of my broken suitcase
and my camera case
is heavy
you're ok, right
we're ok, right
i'm gonna go
get a sandwich
and an ice cold beverage
maybe Fresca
use no /know not /star trek/brace for the fall
imbued solitude/nude/like brancusi
except/it seems /accept/ redeems/renewed
ocean of ocean/bristol channel cutter/hull no.73/senility
tries/ and tries/ a seive/a sign/ simple times
tried a ways/baked goods/homemade oreos /leave a donation
across/ the sea/ the arctic north/remington sewing machine
who'll buy?/the labels/ the pens are mighty/ but the paper/ is wet
we'll run/ and ramble/forget college/you're better off/ slinging cheeseburgers
imbued solitude/nude/like brancusi
except/it seems /accept/ redeems/renewed
ocean of ocean/bristol channel cutter/hull no.73/senility
tries/ and tries/ a seive/a sign/ simple times
tried a ways/baked goods/homemade oreos /leave a donation
across/ the sea/ the arctic north/remington sewing machine
who'll buy?/the labels/ the pens are mighty/ but the paper/ is wet
we'll run/ and ramble/forget college/you're better off/ slinging cheeseburgers
banfry
barked
and ballyhooed
yer the mark
the cream
of Times Square
egg cream
wet dream
in an airstream
grand canyon style
like
shit on a stick
and call it a brick
build a highway
to Dubai
fly fly fly
airs be riled
im biting yer leg
your shoes are beautiful
and the carpet is sighing
im highing
and fiving
and sensemilla drying
park the car on a star
and go into a bar
send letter to
mo better
and fretter fretter fretter
buh bye
barked
and ballyhooed
yer the mark
the cream
of Times Square
egg cream
wet dream
in an airstream
grand canyon style
like
shit on a stick
and call it a brick
build a highway
to Dubai
fly fly fly
airs be riled
im biting yer leg
your shoes are beautiful
and the carpet is sighing
im highing
and fiving
and sensemilla drying
park the car on a star
and go into a bar
send letter to
mo better
and fretter fretter fretter
buh bye
Friday, April 25, 2014
wait
its not my haircut
dont wait
its not worth it
hey
i'm talking to you
or not
fuck it whatever
try to be the
asshole that doesn't
something something something
i've got a new lease on life
but the monthly payments are killing me
haha funny
not what you think
i have a shirt
with a big hole in it
for my head
its not my haircut
dont wait
its not worth it
hey
i'm talking to you
or not
fuck it whatever
try to be the
asshole that doesn't
something something something
i've got a new lease on life
but the monthly payments are killing me
haha funny
not what you think
i have a shirt
with a big hole in it
for my head
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
MAP NOTEBOOK
I was
blankly staring out
the window
and my electric
radio was playing
some lost tune to
the endowment of the arts, he
said
don't be pretentious you
could be a college professor
if you learned to sing
but
my omelette was nearly
burnt, orange juice had not
been delivered
Saul keeps a thirteen
book set of the practices of sea
shell sexuality in his motor home
he's learning
to survive on a budget
I was
blankly staring out
the window
and my electric
radio was playing
some lost tune to
the endowment of the arts, he
said
don't be pretentious you
could be a college professor
if you learned to sing
but
my omelette was nearly
burnt, orange juice had not
been delivered
Saul keeps a thirteen
book set of the practices of sea
shell sexuality in his motor home
he's learning
to survive on a budget
MAP NOTEBOOK
much scribbble
scribble out
Trying to be
something
besides that something
like walking (waking?) or not
I'm not sure
coffee and
Pinot Grigio I extoll
its virtues hermeneutically
expiring towards
a broken vista, transmorgrified
anthropormorphic rondalays
conjugate, ?
"it's a bitch" but what
are those guys doing in the
backyard- "it's a disease,
have some chocolate."
much scribbble
scribble out
Trying to be
something
besides that something
like walking (waking?) or not
I'm not sure
coffee and
Pinot Grigio I extoll
its virtues hermeneutically
expiring towards
a broken vista, transmorgrified
anthropormorphic rondalays
conjugate, ?
"it's a bitch" but what
are those guys doing in the
backyard- "it's a disease,
have some chocolate."
MAP NOTEBOOK
The cronies
of Washington D.C.
are still echoing
chamber music of
Operation Rescue
requiems; card carrying
members of the fetus protection
program- the FBI is
watching your womb - they
plead for death, it is preferable to torture but
we support them- freedom
fighters applying electricity
to breasts
and labia
don't worry, don't
laugh
you won't disappear
The cronies
of Washington D.C.
are still echoing
chamber music of
Operation Rescue
requiems; card carrying
members of the fetus protection
program- the FBI is
watching your womb - they
plead for death, it is preferable to torture but
we support them- freedom
fighters applying electricity
to breasts
and labia
don't worry, don't
laugh
you won't disappear
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
MAP NOTEBOOK
I'll have another
cigarette for breakfast
and peruse the want ads
of movie stars & baseball
on the radio
cigarette ashes on the carpet
and a torn chocolate wrapper
two round stones and a
pot pipe
I stayed up till 3 o'clock
last night watching a movie
about young women imprisoned
and tortured by some fiendish
bald headed asian warlord
I'll have another
cigarette for breakfast
and peruse the want ads
of movie stars & baseball
on the radio
cigarette ashes on the carpet
and a torn chocolate wrapper
two round stones and a
pot pipe
I stayed up till 3 o'clock
last night watching a movie
about young women imprisoned
and tortured by some fiendish
bald headed asian warlord
MAP NOTEBOOK
Whoa
let us hold
sway with
a pontificate pony
up the backside with
him- is the pope
catholic-natch
it's a remote tendril-
time specs anonymous
colonies breeding-
Roman Catholic time
smashing my cable
TV- I am enterprising
decentraized- I have
no vision- this epoch
quartermaster- it's a
war of words with
guns & chemical infusions
it was a sand bug-
an arachnid that's given
you that disease- not
our own Saddam destroyers
milk of our mother- USA's -
breast
Whoa
let us hold
sway with
a pontificate pony
up the backside with
him- is the pope
catholic-natch
it's a remote tendril-
time specs anonymous
colonies breeding-
Roman Catholic time
smashing my cable
TV- I am enterprising
decentraized- I have
no vision- this epoch
quartermaster- it's a
war of words with
guns & chemical infusions
it was a sand bug-
an arachnid that's given
you that disease- not
our own Saddam destroyers
milk of our mother- USA's -
breast
MAP NOTEBOOK
Sally worked
all night long
in a dimestore
phone booth
she couldn't go
home
there was no home
to go to
her boyfriend's thrown in
jail and she's got two
black eyes- he had all
the money she said- that
bastard-
oh Sally you're ok
don't let it slip away
Tennessee was no
place to be abused
she stole some money
sold some drugs and
she got loose
Thought she'd try her
luck in the land of
plenty
Sally worked
all night long
in a dimestore
phone booth
she couldn't go
home
there was no home
to go to
her boyfriend's thrown in
jail and she's got two
black eyes- he had all
the money she said- that
bastard-
oh Sally you're ok
don't let it slip away
Tennessee was no
place to be abused
she stole some money
sold some drugs and
she got loose
Thought she'd try her
luck in the land of
plenty
MAP NOTEBOOK (last page)
on the deserted
playground of my
desire
there's a plastic jungle
jim (gym)
I don't know his last
name or what he's doing
there- he says he's a swinger.
I have no time for fun
& games
There's a plastic jungle gym
in the parking lot - it's
painted yellow- it sits
in a large puddle - from
a recent rainstorm- someone
stole my bicycle- I
have no place to go today
the rain is coming again
dark clouds have slipped between
the sun & me- I'll turn on
the heat and read a book
tomorrow is another
day
.JPG)
on the deserted
playground of my
desire
there's a plastic jungle
jim (gym)
I don't know his last
name or what he's doing
there- he says he's a swinger.
I have no time for fun
& games
There's a plastic jungle gym
in the parking lot - it's
painted yellow- it sits
in a large puddle - from
a recent rainstorm- someone
stole my bicycle- I
have no place to go today
the rain is coming again
dark clouds have slipped between
the sun & me- I'll turn on
the heat and read a book
tomorrow is another
day
Monday, April 14, 2014
do not feign sorrow
thy weepeth and yet no dew
the morn is falsity
and beareth no truth
hark
thy tears
on alligator wings
fly to my warnings
red hands
and cold feet
the sky portends gloom
yet nay
hot mead for the tykes
brasses, tankards and jim
we shall partake of something
stronger
and then go our ways
thy weepeth and yet no dew
the morn is falsity
and beareth no truth
hark
thy tears
on alligator wings
fly to my warnings
red hands
and cold feet
the sky portends gloom
yet nay
hot mead for the tykes
brasses, tankards and jim
we shall partake of something
stronger
and then go our ways
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Sunday, April 06, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
something slowly moved
through the sky like a giant whale
it wasn't anything forget it
there was a story but it was forgotten
time left muddy footprints on the carpet
the conversation was dead as an art form
now people just lied
about everything
this was seen as the new positivism
the taking control of ones life
corporations were the ideal
he looked at the window but it wasn't
really a window
it showed all the thoughts
that his friends thought were
worth lying about
through the sky like a giant whale
it wasn't anything forget it
there was a story but it was forgotten
time left muddy footprints on the carpet
the conversation was dead as an art form
now people just lied
about everything
this was seen as the new positivism
the taking control of ones life
corporations were the ideal
he looked at the window but it wasn't
really a window
it showed all the thoughts
that his friends thought were
worth lying about
Sunday, March 30, 2014
solenoid
embrace
parker bros
fury
encapsulated
by bone-like
etruscan manouvers
"the farce is unknown"
you used to have a car
with a manual choke
and a tape deck bolted to the floor
in the rain
we listened to blood on the tracks
and smoked weed
on the other side
was the light house keeper
song
the green is gold
we bought a shovel
and sent a post card
to chowchilla
but the children were hidden
in a buried schoolbus in a
quarry
sick bastards
no one died
i think they're still in prison
probably
Soledad
embrace
parker bros
fury
encapsulated
by bone-like
etruscan manouvers
"the farce is unknown"
you used to have a car
with a manual choke
and a tape deck bolted to the floor
in the rain
we listened to blood on the tracks
and smoked weed
on the other side
was the light house keeper
song
the green is gold
we bought a shovel
and sent a post card
to chowchilla
but the children were hidden
in a buried schoolbus in a
quarry
sick bastards
no one died
i think they're still in prison
probably
Soledad
Saturday, March 29, 2014
his grandmother lived at 54th st
she was a russian immigrant and had been
in the same apartment for 47 years
his grandfather had been a tailor
and then he opened
an art gallery
he knew a lot of emigres and
he made a lot of money selling
russian paintings and russian icons
in the sixties he bought hundreds and hundreds of
russian propaganda posters from
a friend in Leningrad
most of them had rotted
in a flooded warehouse in Hoboken,
his older brother stole the rest after the grandfather died and sold
them for heroin.
he subsequently overdosed and died.
the older brother had been the grandmother's favorite.
she doted on him and refused to believe he stole the posters
even after they found several in his apartment.
" Grandpa must have geeven dose to heem."
He rang the buzzer and waited.
she was a russian immigrant and had been
in the same apartment for 47 years
his grandfather had been a tailor
and then he opened
an art gallery
he knew a lot of emigres and
he made a lot of money selling
russian paintings and russian icons
in the sixties he bought hundreds and hundreds of
russian propaganda posters from
a friend in Leningrad
most of them had rotted
in a flooded warehouse in Hoboken,
his older brother stole the rest after the grandfather died and sold
them for heroin.
he subsequently overdosed and died.
the older brother had been the grandmother's favorite.
she doted on him and refused to believe he stole the posters
even after they found several in his apartment.
" Grandpa must have geeven dose to heem."
He rang the buzzer and waited.
Sunday, March 09, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Sunday, February 09, 2014
what
the heebie jeebie
strike
pig iron
bits of plastic stuck to your hand
can you say what it's about?
if not it's not poetry
in the New Yorker
there's poetry
In New York
there's more poetry
Central Park
in the snow
Alice
and the smoking mushroom
I heard at least
six different ways to say
"i got the blues"
near Bleeker St.
the heebie jeebie
strike
pig iron
bits of plastic stuck to your hand
can you say what it's about?
if not it's not poetry
in the New Yorker
there's poetry
In New York
there's more poetry
Central Park
in the snow
Alice
and the smoking mushroom
I heard at least
six different ways to say
"i got the blues"
near Bleeker St.
Saturday, February 08, 2014
on the sonorous departure of future events
we the people
stand and crawl
no
we are blighted
no
we run standing still
or going backward
no we are
stepping away
stepping back
stepping down
standing our ground
why
give ground
it's mine
so we'll be hating on something
someone for lack
of anything useful to think
for something but nothing
the departures are ourselves looking back
we the people
even those words
seem false somehow
we are not a people
even when we are
there has never been a people
who know what's wrong
with you
and me
I know what's wrong with you
who are you?
we the people
we the cuisinart
need to eat
are hungry
creating great bonfires
of words
burning books
we can't read
don't know exist
our lives are dealt
fatal blows
because we
thought you were
wrong
it's hard to separate the
wheat from the chaff
when you're gluten free
great swirling mobs of
destruction of the freedoms
great swirling mobs of
the press
great swirling(not great barely swirling) mobs
of people who
don't give a fuck
cuz that is
yore perogative
and thank god
for that
great swirling mobs of not reporting
great swirling mobs of people protecting the people
lying to them
spying on them
great swirling mobs of people protecting
the right to make you know
you can be watched
we know who you know
we know what you said
newspaper crimes
the crime is reporting
the reporter
is the mob
again pack of dogs
stay the execution
shoot the light out
feed the animals
feed the cat
we the people
stand and crawl
no
we are blighted
no
we run standing still
or going backward
no we are
stepping away
stepping back
stepping down
standing our ground
why
give ground
it's mine
so we'll be hating on something
someone for lack
of anything useful to think
for something but nothing
the departures are ourselves looking back
we the people
even those words
seem false somehow
we are not a people
even when we are
there has never been a people
who know what's wrong
with you
and me
I know what's wrong with you
who are you?
we the people
we the cuisinart
need to eat
are hungry
creating great bonfires
of words
burning books
we can't read
don't know exist
our lives are dealt
fatal blows
because we
thought you were
wrong
it's hard to separate the
wheat from the chaff
when you're gluten free
great swirling mobs of
destruction of the freedoms
great swirling mobs of
the press
great swirling(not great barely swirling) mobs
of people who
don't give a fuck
cuz that is
yore perogative
and thank god
for that
great swirling mobs of not reporting
great swirling mobs of people protecting the people
lying to them
spying on them
great swirling mobs of people protecting
the right to make you know
you can be watched
we know who you know
we know what you said
newspaper crimes
the crime is reporting
the reporter
is the mob
again pack of dogs
stay the execution
shoot the light out
feed the animals
feed the cat
the Hypernation period
had begun
the space bed boat was streaming through space
the sensors programmed to locate incoming obstacles
of a relative/exact trajectory
thus determinations/
higher level dangers required alert
minor dangers were dealt routinely;
Elimination of all smaller hazards
Deflection of larger, catastrophically fatal, potentialities.
had begun
the space bed boat was streaming through space
the sensors programmed to locate incoming obstacles
of a relative/exact trajectory
thus determinations/
higher level dangers required alert
minor dangers were dealt routinely;
Elimination of all smaller hazards
Deflection of larger, catastrophically fatal, potentialities.
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Monday, February 03, 2014
Time for Tecate
It's Tecate Time!
cans and cans and
cans
Breathing
Biting
Beer
sinking
striking
TECATE
The Fronds
of
faraway
fortune
these are the day!
at the
motorcycle
races
TECATE is the Time
of our lives!
aim straight
shoot fast
for
the beer
of a new
Nation
shall
be
born
again
in Tecate
the role play
the sullen
the samurai
of
piss
beer
bring the house down
sing like James Brown
the Sinatra
of blue eyed
steel
the beer of
Life
the beer of
Death
we are the
ones
we are the
drinker
let time take notice
It's Tecate Time!
cans and cans and
cans
Breathing
Biting
Beer
sinking
striking
TECATE
The Fronds
of
faraway
fortune
these are the day!
at the
motorcycle
races
TECATE is the Time
of our lives!
aim straight
shoot fast
for
the beer
of a new
Nation
shall
be
born
again
in Tecate
the role play
the sullen
the samurai
of
piss
beer
bring the house down
sing like James Brown
the Sinatra
of blue eyed
steel
the beer of
Life
the beer of
Death
we are the
ones
we are the
drinker
let time take notice
Sunday, February 02, 2014
Reno was
a bust
his orders were unclear
no one could tell him anything
his clearance was too high
they didn't trust him
he cyphered a workload
status request
and was given a code 796 -
Do Nothing
He wasn't exactly sure how to do nothing
so he drove out to Pyramid Lake
the lake was as he remembered it
hardly any trees
dry hills
he remembered
the year the enemy had,
due to the unique
design,
mis-identified the Black Rock festival
for a military installation
They got some fireworks that year
he drove back to Reno
found a quiet casino and
went back to playing blackjack
a bust
his orders were unclear
no one could tell him anything
his clearance was too high
they didn't trust him
he cyphered a workload
status request
and was given a code 796 -
Do Nothing
He wasn't exactly sure how to do nothing
so he drove out to Pyramid Lake
the lake was as he remembered it
hardly any trees
dry hills
he remembered
the year the enemy had,
due to the unique
design,
mis-identified the Black Rock festival
for a military installation
They got some fireworks that year
he drove back to Reno
found a quiet casino and
went back to playing blackjack
seventeen years
of war
and it still seemed
there was no end in sight
The battle of Mexicali
had been fierce
but yielded little resolve
the general
had advised
asking for,
as a tactic,
a cease fire
but the idea had been
been denied
He thought asking for cease fire would make them appear weak
and their enemy would think they needed time to restructure
when
the opposite was actually true
his forces were well armed
trained and at their highest
levels since the start of the war
The general was hoping to make the enemy
greedy and overextend themselves
then he could could cut them off
from their supply lines
divide them
and put an end to this stupid tragedy
but it was as he had always
assumed
they didn't want this war to end
it solved too many problems
of war
and it still seemed
there was no end in sight
The battle of Mexicali
had been fierce
but yielded little resolve
the general
had advised
asking for,
as a tactic,
a cease fire
but the idea had been
been denied
He thought asking for cease fire would make them appear weak
and their enemy would think they needed time to restructure
when
the opposite was actually true
his forces were well armed
trained and at their highest
levels since the start of the war
The general was hoping to make the enemy
greedy and overextend themselves
then he could could cut them off
from their supply lines
divide them
and put an end to this stupid tragedy
but it was as he had always
assumed
they didn't want this war to end
it solved too many problems
snidely
the hell that forms
on a riverbed barren
the hands of the barrow maker
now shackled
for war
has come
the junkie sits by his window
and dreams
of coca cola
and the sound
of not moving
the foment has
unearthed;
lo behold this
land
our solicitation
in non cadence
and unmeasured
steps
our shoes are new
but our souls are dead
Arnold Ysipro Tecate wars poet 1986-2020
the hell that forms
on a riverbed barren
the hands of the barrow maker
now shackled
for war
has come
the junkie sits by his window
and dreams
of coca cola
and the sound
of not moving
the foment has
unearthed;
lo behold this
land
our solicitation
in non cadence
and unmeasured
steps
our shoes are new
but our souls are dead
Arnold Ysipro Tecate wars poet 1986-2020
Saturday, February 01, 2014
Jack Redhorse had been working the
south line for seven days
and his mother kept calling him
she was having trouble
with her internet
"Mom, you're reconfirming the stereotype that old people
can't adapt to new technology."
"You're the one who drives an old Pontiac." She replied.
He smiled.
He bought the Pontiac years ago because he thought
it would be generic, anonymous. Now it stood out like a slightly rusty thumb.
Sometimes though, he thought, standing out was the best form of anonymity.
There had been abnormal hacktivity from a roamer and he was trying it track it.
He had identified several clones and had disabled them. It had been tricky because they were booby trapped. He knew they were the work of one person because the traps hadn't varied much. He had to remind himself not to get a false sense of security. These traps could kill you in nasty ways and he knew one way to gamble is establish a pattern of behavior and then use that pattern to deceive. Whoever was building these clones was no dummy. He would know the clones had been disabled and he could track Jacks trajectory.
He thought dude could just be waiting for him at the next one. No fancy booby traps this time, just a bullet from nowhere.
Looking like a drunk Navajo was in Jack's favor.
south line for seven days
and his mother kept calling him
she was having trouble
with her internet
"Mom, you're reconfirming the stereotype that old people
can't adapt to new technology."
"You're the one who drives an old Pontiac." She replied.
He smiled.
He bought the Pontiac years ago because he thought
it would be generic, anonymous. Now it stood out like a slightly rusty thumb.
Sometimes though, he thought, standing out was the best form of anonymity.
There had been abnormal hacktivity from a roamer and he was trying it track it.
He had identified several clones and had disabled them. It had been tricky because they were booby trapped. He knew they were the work of one person because the traps hadn't varied much. He had to remind himself not to get a false sense of security. These traps could kill you in nasty ways and he knew one way to gamble is establish a pattern of behavior and then use that pattern to deceive. Whoever was building these clones was no dummy. He would know the clones had been disabled and he could track Jacks trajectory.
He thought dude could just be waiting for him at the next one. No fancy booby traps this time, just a bullet from nowhere.
Looking like a drunk Navajo was in Jack's favor.
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