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 

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

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!"

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.  

katie died
hanging on a thread
the sun shines
beware the jabberwock
and mint tea
downstairs the girls are laughing
outside the wind is blowing
call the doctor
get prescriptions refilled
vaccuum the carpet
make sure the car starts

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
/////////////////

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

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

neural decay
half life of aluminum
halfway to the pepsi life
indicores of drex/manatee
the steering wheel is sticky
its a fiat
by decree
aneurism blues
cax/pollination
young women downstairs
awoken by green bean
foray at 4 am
stills

death kreeps in
about the eyes
your not wearing sunglasses
self/pomo
boxing shade/ows
and cheer/ios

across =
the polemic pie eyed 44444
seems like
reel
keep the river to the east
sound the depth
of fragile yes album
peen hammer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
yours truly

the jaw shua tree
biggirty
buying boxes of fruit
near james dean death sign
silver ring
says know more
says shes naught
says lets go

ace slected /
ngff
the rowed
moves down
stihl de frozen face
ambigooey

looks like an escort to the gallows
wan fellow
soaked in rain
on a blue sky morning
your back is covered
the spots have diminished
two soldiers hold swords overhead
the marriage of the innocents
on an island off the coast of
Rhode Island

some 

photos

 of

Guatemala

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grassed with envy
gassed with Henri
colonial style
on the 9th arrondisement
"I think there's a bakery there now."

https://soundcloud.com/dtalks-1/down-to-the-record-store

cetaceous cretins
"he's retarded"
on BART
pulling to Embarcadero
and walking with an adderall gait
sf gait
"reading the news"
but no pedicab for you
not tonight

it was like
all the tremors
the sirens
the park stories
it was raining again
the western ideal
turning to sand
and mottled reflections
while the sand spills out of
a billion coke bottles
and your mirrored sunglasses
we can go back to get what was
left behind at the beer stand
by the waterfall

the burlesque
was some nudity
stockings and stuff like that
he came all the way from san jose
I know somebody who knows somebody who lives there
actually a couple people
ac country
land of vehicles

moo moo go go bee bee
rifle

flying high in the friendly skies

smoke a bowl

I got this

I couldn't expect the sun to shine all the time, but I did ya know it's like when you're watching a baseball game on tv and you can hear the announcer's voice from the kitchen and then the cat comes running in because you opened a can and now it's meowing and there's no beer

is this real
are you the only one here
her hair was a nice brown color
I never eat that
try it again
why did you say that
crime doesn't pay by check
the cat went outside
haha you're not wearing it
wtf?

sitting in bed
smoking and looking at old watches
repainted faces
in India
somewhat sloppy
what the hell
I should be sleeping

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

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 

dropped
embattlements
ravaged and "torn"
So sweet
the song of the
sworn and
willful
don't forget
Al Capone
was here
be the April Showers you want to see on the Earth
steadily
climbing
   climbing
       climbing
to where?
oh hell
don't worry about it!