I killed a man
that was why I had to leave New York
I was drunk and he was belligerent
    we fought in the alley
behind the bar 
 he was kicking the shit out of me
he probably had thirty pounds on me 
   there was a bunch of empty wine bottles in a box
  I grabbed one jumped up
and broke it across his head
  he went down and didn't get up
blood was pouring from his face
or what was left of it
   it sickened me
  thirty minutes later
I still had the broken bottle in my hand
I threw it in the river 
and took the subway back
    
     
    
    

the far flung
    synopsis
      cantilevers
    an endometrial awareness
     poignant > pungent
   a giant brick bunny rabbit
in the front yard
  and burning rubber
in the street
 a 72 Chevy Malibu
 and trying to play drums like John Bonham
some times the fog was so thick we couldn't see
but it didn't matter 
     tule fog caused a massive pile up
some girl lost her arm
but she didn't go to our school
then you started wearing that sport coat
   but it didn't matter
 that it was mine
    
  
   

outside
you could hear an owl
you could see your breath
  in the deck lights

later I awoke and
heard police sirens
  and I thought I heard
someone yelling

and I thought oh great we're way the fuck out here in the country
and some crazed murderer is going to home invasion
the shit out of us
Then I started thinking about my grandfathers .32 colt police special
and how my mom gave it away at the police station
when my father was living in the downstairs bedroom
and had worsening dementia
and about the time
one night
 years ago
I must have been about thirteen
when there was a man on the road
and my dad was out there with the pistol yelling at him
while waiting for the sheriff to arrive
it was like the old west in a seventies modern style house
plunked down down the road from hard ranch houses and random barns, structures, and decaying vehicles
The guy on the road was laying down
he was drunk or on drugs
and he was yelling stuff
    somebody had probably kicked him out of their car
like an abandoned dog
          we had those too
a scruffy pekingese mix showed up at the sliding glass door one night
while we were watching tv
and scared the bejeebers out of my sister and I
  we kept him and named him Sam
Sammy!
I thought about a bunch of stuff and then I went back to sleep

I was on my hands and knees
in the frontyard
barking
 at the neighbor dog
 he was a large black dog
  he just growled and bared his fangs
I ran back inside
 for Christmas dinner
 
 

    

staggering 

from the bloody scene 

        I jumped over a fallen vespa 

                                      and hid behind a marble balustrade 

    more shots rang out 

                        more screams 

          people were running 

             screaming 

                           crying
                                                     the bus pulled up and the driver saw me
  he opened the door -
   I got on
 and we left
 

                        

           

I was not a weary traveler
   my shoes were clean
      I ate fresh macaroni
not that old stuff
         sometimes I forgot my wallet
but others paid
   one time I lost my wallet
      but a woman found it and drove it to my house
        I stayed in a pensione in Verona
            the bed sagged horribly in the middle
               but I was drunk on white wine
                    and it did not matter

the Giottos
    that is why we went to Padova
or Padua as we call it

later we left
      
      
            

http://whifflingthrough.blogspot.com/2012/01/toward-back-of-sea-he-placed-empty.html

they cover it with a clear plastic dome
        underneath
    is a maraschino cherry
        atop a swirled dome sized pile of
           WHITE whipped cream
    I don't remember
milkshakes coming like that
usually they just had the flat plastic lid with the hole in the middle for the straw
 
     
  

He'd never heard the word putsch
    a putsch by putin
      coup d'etat says safari
          you back the bear into a corner
"tanks don't need visas"
    and neither do bears
          

the picture is not here
   there is no tomorrow
     the way is to go
         the songs are sung again this time with feeling
 
behold the man!
           what a homo
      i forgot to lock the car
             tomorrow is already here
 
   but let's not quibble
     trees forest whatever
         chinese dinner made me hungry for xmas an hour later
              glucose Claus
                  are you pre-diabetic, too?
 
   there are kittens
      where the president-elects face would be
         like shiny chrome
            i am awaited
                

cogito
non sequitorial
   errata
       cum serrano
           filete milanese
                with mussels
and white wine

Fear of death
annihilation of the Self/self
   pixies are the result of
      eating Jesus' body
through sacrament
    Jesus's wine/blood
      poured into the mind of the salvation seeking
the answers are too real
   sometimes
better to listen to the wind
God speaks through leaves
 there is fire
 in the mind
            always churning
            the iron mind
            salt weakens
the surface
high blood pressure
   and cathartic pressure
       the difference/the revelation of the soul
in a 33.3 LP
          

 

I CHING 

Question: Should I get a job?

Result:

59. Dissolving

Line 3:

Dissolving oneself,
without aversion.

Forgetting about oneself to get things done, without feeling aversion to doing so.

the echo
of the canyon people
    lives in the hood of a '89 volvo
         put your ear to it -
see?

Now,
if you stand
                                right here
    and look between where
those two trees
   used to be
             you can see
                                 the shadow
of a horse that
    lived here many years ago
           
  

 

never again 

sad waistrel 

mourned from stars 

                 beckoned and 

calibrated the reasons 

          the ramifications 

    the sadness  

        

the kindness of the supermarket check out ladies
with a bah humbug hat
   like the grinch
       i'd slept most of the day away
   showered and dressed to buy
bacon and tortillas and shampoo
and tangerines
sweet small tangerines
  so easy to peel
    so good
      individual smiles of delight
          orange sunshine
tangerine sunshine juice
 i digress though
but this
   is all digression
      or is it?
whatev
   I'm running out now to buy a new car
  a Porsche
 with orange tangerines on it
      it drives across rivers of grapefruit juice
             but parking is a problem in my neighborhood
   
        
  

on a Thursday afternoon
 some melancholy adroitness
      pondering construction sounds
         and rectangles of sunlight on the wall

to shower or not to shower?
- that's hardly a question
moving fingers
     eating falafil
         with an i
             there's no I in falafel
                 
someone honking their truck horn
   sound of some machine- cutting- working- pounding

lettuce and red onion and dressing
  with falafil for lunch
time to go!
       
        
            

1.Toaster Life

some tortured response

   the bride stripped bare 

          even in Philly 

       take a look 

                                                peek through the little hole

          she's holding a lantern 

                             near the waterfall

                                        but stop coughing

                     you smoke too much 

      thirteen and a half 

                     just do it the way it is

                        (I need to get out of bed)

2. Mesmerized Bye and Bye

street sweepers singing 

         Amy Winehouse 

    "I said no, no, no."

      I think you left your 

hiking boots in the car 

        but there's nothing there now 

            they stole everything 

                   You better move it or it WILL get towed 

                                       go buy some goat cheese 

                                     and we'll have lunch

3. The Ache of Patterson N.J.

twenty two shootings already this month

"That won't stop ME from going!"

                              this after the car got towed 

      - home of the american dream

-now a shit hole 

  - National Park in the middle 

    of what

 a mess 

     

    

   

clear-headed

devoid

simplistic  

  architecture of 

    symbiotic

   wasteland

     dressed in prosaic gallahad-ness

       streaming live 

from the window 

 the birds are fighting 

in the pond

   tourists pedal by laughing 

   I watch the sunlight dapple on

the water surface wondering how when 

I am facing it

Skyline Drive ©2016

brotechausurus
  eh
brosephus
         minotaur
     stands over dying
   uni-horn
         crying pink rainbows
        city of Exodus
         laughs as the
      feces pile up in escalator wells
            my brand new bmw
 has a bitchin tachometer
look at that
  new shoes too

What is that world?
    how does that still exist?
like a decaying museum of my family 
      all that STUFF
   covered in dust and
dirt and mouse poop
   buried in the barn
       thirty forty years
and the sign my dad painted
FREE
  when he put things by the side of the road
 

Ocean Beach and Cam's Vanagon (x-processed) ©2015

every twitch
  in a sound
breathing deeply moves like a creek
 full of water fluid running
downhill over branches from fallen
 trees decaying into the floor
 of the forest/earth
  evil baby twitches
behind her $200 sunglasses
 and says "Why don't they fucking
clean this trail?"

Whiffling Thru ©2007

Dave, looking down, 4 a.m. ©2013

Curated arc
      Thou mitigated
            Jurisprudence
The syllabus-centric
  Love
      Didn't do the readings
          Asleep at the back of the
Wheel
    Round and round
And spinning
  Like a dervish sotted
    Scrub antler
On the backyard fence
Wait
Can I borrow your notes
Or your pee-chee folder with
The doodles?
No.
           

Babs & Pap ©1999 Oil, graphite, on canvas

Untitled © 2000 oil, newspaper, baseballs on wood panel

the placated antiquarians
       dressed in blue and red
             steamboats bound for Uruguay
                  lost at sea, presumed dead

Antartic explorers steaming crustaceans
          smoking Tareytons and drinking Tang
                  looking out over the ice
                      find a survivor whose name is Chang

packed in wool crates
         bobbing on the sea
                drinking cans of 7-Up
                       somehow survived, now drinking hot tea

the newspaper is months old
              but he reads it again
                       the stories don't change
                                 and no mention of his friend

...

The Blades of Glass


 stars drifted like
liquor store signs
           we stumbled in the street
              the conversation started
             as the lights went out
 and the waltz
   was frozen
         stringed instruments
            walked away
                       we ascended in alien eyes
                           looking at the cars
                                    flashing
 their headlights
       the dreamers were streaming
             videos of cats
                      but no one left
   until you started to yawn

The breakfast of champions

   like Rome or 

   Greece 

                   The Parthenon

                   dead Centurions 

                              strewn along the Rubicon

                spilling blood money

     for oil 

waxing the dishes 

    before the feast 

               the moon river 

                                  flows like pure virgin flesh 

the green grasses of Palestine

     the flow of the Tigris and The Euphrates 

     the swamp dwellers

    killing boars 

    in the reeds

    of Des Moines 

 Or Waimea

                                                                 we stink of dusty flesh 

                 we supplicate 

               pusillanimous 

         upsurge 

       in market share ideas

                            stoving in the craniums 

           of the didactic deity swooners

                   we song and dance 

       at money 

  money 

 and money 

and 

ding 

dong

   the Witch 

is 

dead.

     






my glasses
are dirty
  the fog is back,
thank god
    summer heat
    is great
 but
     I
   expect SF
to be
   a certain way
                    don't fuck with my
       preconceptions,
man





The tables
have turned-
it's a veritable
  shit ball
                 of twister fucks
    nipple twister fucks
    to be exact
    or redundant
   depending I guess
    on something or other





Paregoric trilobites
   encased in Damien Hirst
      funerary medicine cabinetry
    "the wounds of time"
    (some foreign antibodies revel in myriad
asymptomatic retardants)
     Grossly misinformed,
   the electorate
     vote to have their feet
chopped off
       "...better than military flights over
 the Atlanta Falcons game or chicken fingers"
       something something something






the bearded end game
                                                 salacious bricolette byzantium stone washed
    jeans
set apart
                     kind bud for sale
  and $7 gelatos
            seems too hot for a day like this
                        but the
                                                                cement went $100k over budget
fred said






prurient lapses
 in the remiss
 cake, candles, a wool blanket
     laundry piled in plastic hampers
              the toast is burning




The acorn or twig or some shit
 fell on thc car roof
 while I was smoking
        laid out
    in the back
                          listening to nothing
the car windows are open
     and i'm curled in a comforter
                              wrapped around my sleeping bag
    
    




      blades, glass
    broken round
                 butts can
                   steaming breath
         i see you
     the van is
        not waterproof
            buckets of rain
                     whiteout
     grayout
               sliding
                         wth
          the hoop guy
                                            seemed kinda like a dick





the Apache wedding
       was twin-less
   or half twinned
                                                  one was not in a good place right now
           many times
   I was the beard
            but times have grown
                           the van was cold at night





surrogate star centered
revelations re
 breezes and facts
                staying
in the reality show
of it all
    hey
i don't remember
    but i scratched
     remember
   the rasta guy
           he danced
                    like
   MJ
on your
     fiftieth
        no one backed him up
      not one
                                                     but it didn't matter
                                                           he nailed it






synaptic miasma
 the earbit torn
plague device that you left on the tv
   seen through a veil of october red leaves filtering the pumpkin latte
    porn
 




breakfast was oatmeal
    w nuts
           and coffee
   strong strong coffee
       then back to sleep
how do you do it?
   "I don't do anything,
                                              it does it by itself."





on the cover of
                            Who Cares magazine I saw
your picture
if you got a blowjob you should be thankful
well i'm not watching musicals
                                          (Southpark ref.)






banging and
drilling
   at 8 a.m.
                          outside the window
workers
                                     all speak Spanish
                                sometimes Russian
                                               I'm trying to jerk it in here
                                                   go the fuck away






the deciduous, no, coniferous drone
flying and dropping pine needles
onto the hair of the enemy;
   the ground





steep forecasts of death
or life
the whatnot
or the in-between
some sutra dutra puke-tra
  the beads on your wrist
                   make you look like a dork






   don't say vertiginous
   say fuckall
    don't say
hillarious
        say berned agin
                       as your orange face melts
(policy wonks)
                 strung out on heroin
           or social media
                stream baby stream!
I can see freedom from my window
  



the lights are on
blazing
      the highway
              on a bridge
                over water
     the fog is coming in



now its raining
like Sunday rain
                  smoking cigarettes in bed
  looking at pictures
              no news except
orange news
          we listen
   to the rain
                      
 
 

the fall burst twitchery
echoed in lost friends
    with bad backs and
     alcoholic
                    but there's always the sun
and the rain
       and old videos
             of drunken rambling
              to remind
                                                    of what we don't need reminding  
    

Leonia ©2016

New Glarus ©2016

Bubbles, Clouds ©2016

Wall. Medway, Mass. ©2016

erroneous
 definition
    of justice
            he should know better
    kings dish
out
  heads on platters
    not elected presidents

  

lips sealed
 the era of magick
   long passed
         the raven king
looks like sting in dune
     not a good look
   still
    an awesome book
 loved the footnotes

Six months later and the administration had been
 inundated with a barrage of emergencies-
the war was a continuous beast feeding the war machine giants
that they only concerned themselves with for political ends
  the General took his annual vacation
this year he decided to go to Slovenia
  he traveled in disguise
as a Catholic priest
  his entourage kept the curious and the spiritual away
saying his holiness recently had gall bladder surgery
he did however spend hours at the gaming tables
and made himself an unholy amount of money playing baccarat.
"Bonko!"