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

d'aacord du box
de mac

n

cheese

le powder
sticks

to the fork

an jet

shoots all over
when

opened


an eruption

of powdery

cheese salt

big

        Moon


 BOOM



buy the bottle
wrap the trap



big MOON


broom

beat the witches
with the handle


in a marble
     clappity clappity

bejeweled automobile

wearing heels to underwear
(skimp)

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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

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

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

a tourniquet applied
to staunch the sleep
that leaked out in
every direction
at some point the light
would slowly
work its way across the wall
a gradual opening in the
mind

trying,
toward the phrase,
in bright sunlight,
with sunglasses,
A song is played,
a scratchy old record.
From under the eaves
see
a dead girl laid
on a basket
of apples

the bicycle broke
on a hill
near the bay
under the sky
the wind blew
her hat across
the parking lot
at Walgreen's
pharmacy

me morrows past
scant review of fol de rah
thee thou thyme and ergot
false passage to the demonview
Encased in Marble
like the hand of a statue
prim to the leaves and vines
entwined and unravelling
through a den of forgotten
mythologies
...not finished?

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

feeling bereft of
anything
the shell that reality spit out
when it was devoured by technology
the bees gave up and died
we didn't care
we had lost the knowledge
that nature matters
and so it came to pass
that we would learn anew
our actions have consequences

deficient in a propensity
for armor
waxed in aluminum cans
and hydraulic lifts
a polka dot dress
was found behind several
old tires

the echo of Cochise
hit the high mountains
at sundown
it was still blazing hot
and I'd lost a good deal of blood
my arm was a mess

I would have to make time tonight
because
tomorrow would be too late

manatorally
discumbrevulated
late sunday evening

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

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

the faraday experiments
landed with out belief
comatose and ambiguous
not knowing what they were
something on the telly
but more like a meringue for breakfast