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
