Monday, March 23, 2015

barometric
   brou hah haa
      broken
effigy
effigy
effigy
    you
too?
   screwed
by the zoo
    antelopes
 and horney wildebeasts
  barometric brosephus
  unbridled
    ass for a hole in the
hay
   swing out now
     sing it out
 stay where you are
 hands are stretched
 sounds like
 three letter acronym
acrimoniously
 arbiter
 of steep sidewalks
    and the sun beats
down off that building
     water the
 poor
 sleeping bastards
 they are without
    money is for rich people
  drugs drugs
drugs
and cartel morning blues
   the dogs are searching
 barking
yowling
  azu-eeeeee!
    no not those dogs
dogs of streets these
  happy dogs
   roll over
 good dog
       three letter acronyms
D O G
  huh? so what is it
 I don't know
 I'm just typing
hyphen parentheses quadtations
 I'm lost in the Remington
 typewriter ribbon blues
  ya never touched one
 did you?
    but put up a stand
 Lemonade poetry for sale
  my business model
if life hands me lemons
 when did lemons get such a bad rap
"they're souuuuuuurrrrr"
and this coffee is HOT
     so make poetry
 on a sunny morning
 or turn off your brain
relax and
fuck , maybe?
   I need some new jeans and socks
 sway back to Muddy Waters and the Rolling Stones
 unzip that shit
 and sum it up
with a lost hill of backhill
wandering
  yers is the path
yours is the path
 this path is yours
yearn for naught
  too stern and taut
  throw it asunder
throw no one under the bus
 oh ye of non short bus life
what made you so special?
  just a thought
just a thought
in my head
 just something I thought
that's all
no big deal
 in my head
 there's some one out there who cares
there's a pile of lumber in the backyard
all for naught
yeoman
 steadfast
friend in
foul weather
   fuck all
 all for naught and
i found a loose tick the other day
after coming back from the
ocean
of all places
 maybe it was poison oak, right?