case of the 

     beer case 

of 

the rick mondays

          sleep in you bastard 

    hah 

they're drilling 

                         and cutting next door 

so simple 

but so difficult 

ah the point is...

  somehow I hurt my arm

not sure what I did 

  I know...

 wth

 

 

sometimes 

the air 

feels cold 

  huh

               the concrete work went 

                                           a hundred thousand over budget 

   but they patched our walkway 

                my housemate says they drain the

casting pools in GG park

one week a year for cleaning

                                  so he's going down to skateboard

I have to take my movies 

back to the library 

   $.10 per day 

$5. maximum for adult items

                      (no, not like that- it's the LIBRARY)

and I have to move the car

I was done yesterday
up until 5 am
  playing dice
one four twentyfour
drinking bourbon with club soda
in a tiny glass
  dancing
I couldn't get bluetooth to find the music player
wrestling
someone's ankle got twisted
 I hadn't shaved
 Growel was there
   and a guy with a hat
playing loud music at 4 am
  I think it was raining
we all stumbled out at the same time
time to go

oh I had a thought
but now it's gone
 hah
  dammit all
 something
 how quick it
zooooooommmm
  goes

oh bugger

     sigh 

see the way it goes 

down under the river 

with free flowing currents 

exceed the breath 

 and sink 

deeper 

 and deeper 

    to the surface 

wait 

the sidewalk is for walking 

                     I'm watching the man with the cat on his shoulder 

           regarding the scene

                  everyone judges 

                so there's that 

   it's not for anyone or everyone 

  what does that mean 

deeper G

much deeper!

    only no, not deeper

wrong again 

  see the swimming swimmer 

see him swim 

swim swimmer!

 

accept 

the sunlight 

        great clouds 

      (yesterday)

    so you got cold 

    it was windy 

The March hare 

                        will cut your feet in half!

what? 

              March is windy 

              a weather poem

                                                 slightly depressed- chance of mild bouts of happiness 

continuing into the evening

 but it was cold!

         So bright outside

       Lao Tse 

was a poet

  wandering tree lover

      bush 

rock

sky

 pond 

stuff like that

   wandering the mountain crags 

                 jumping from rock to rock

           but the rain!

       and a warm pot of tea, right?

he drank lots of tea

maybe he worked at the Imperial Court

                                                    "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao"

It's not? it's like dark matter?

                       is the temporal also eternal 

yu and wu 

    
"The Tao abides in non-action,
Yet nothing is left undone."

 

attain that which precedes duality

  hmm huh?

carbonated

  and what  

the french  ruled

   beware the tides 

the winds 

   the flies in august 

the summer in NY

   the last macaroon

foreign films

      the backseat crumbs 

          don't shake that kombucha 

              oh sad day 

  twilight hours 

    the forgotten strips of film

 in envelopes and boxes

       what 

  oh I'm wandering through it again

pots of calling kettles

    seeing the what in the why

           the water at the edge of the mud

     footprints leading through the snow 

but I could fly!

     don't let it get you down

                                   but the guitar needs to be set up

what 

   the strings are old maybe

 tune it to a fretted note

 

 

down the manhole ladder

the smell of cold air 

rushing out 

reminding of an old building from somewhere in the past

Alice adjusted the toolbelt and shone her headlamp into the darkness

a flash 

a flurry and quickly

 a scurry 

what bright eyes you have 

 a ten foot bunny 

with a satchel of money 

 "I've robbed the First National, 

now off to buy carrots.

Carrots, carrots,

LOTS of carrots!"

Alice got on her phone to the office 

to report the situation

and then thought the better of it 

'I've a job to do and 

I'll do it well.
No need to talk or 

to tell."
She followed instructions 

to a "T"

in the tunnel and accordingly went left 

'One half kilometer

or is it a mile
darn it I've lost my state of thought,

ah here it is."

the electrical panel was clearly misused

the metal door was broken and abused.

'Now who could have done such a lowly thing?'
she gave it a tap
and it gave a ring
the wires were all in such disarray
"I might need to be here
' least half a day."

drums outside
   my van was stolen
     and native flutes
 reminds me of the Huichol indians
    in PV
     the van was found by the police at 8th & Mission
someone was living in it
mattress, blankets,
clothes, empty soda cans,
dogfood, electronics,
used needles, a ziploc bag of half smoked cigarettes,
a brand new fancy machete,
bank statements, W2 form,
and a bunch of other stuff
I threw it all in the dumpster at the auto tow yard
the security guy took the mattress and the electronics
I kept the machete
 went and bought a steering wheel lock

careering down
the vague
     antipathy
         steered by
slowed by
    slipped by;
derailed
derided
derivative


   

Fuck you Cheeto Voldemort ©2017

hooey
just hooey
complete
  or incomplete
 dirty
    no
 stove
    please
the teapot
   the kettle
  standing
with
scratchy
eyes
    cutting hot peppers
      THE SUN IS SO BRIGHT
my eyes hurt


catch a plane
fly the diamond sighs
      reach the regal
      puke it up
      beware the were-beast
eyes like two lemons
   i could see every detail on the moon
     but i know it's just an illusion
or is it
 every detail
on the moon
 there was something else I wanted to say
  but now I've forgotten
'words are good'
 

the missing link
 the frozen static electricity
    the frozen static
        your status
 as an ellipse
 as an elliptical
   as a turning point
  the base is stuck
and the ground
 is covered in litter
     you see the blue sky
   covering the grey clouds
       you hear the trees whisper
          the static electricity
               moans
   and crinkles
    you watch your hand move through air
         as it weaves
and wearies
 and kicks
    bolts of sun
    

POP/POP ©1999
Oil, encaustic on wood

clinging to my brain
like a pusillanimous demagogue
  the doctor said I have pus in my nose
what the hell
 cajun flavored pus
I stole that
   from the nineties
 just got an iced coffee at Starbucks
grande iced unsweetened-
he looked at me-
coffee
 and walked home in the rain
why is the rain always sad
  I walked in the rain
the rain hammered down
stole that too
 fucking head cold

conjunction junction
fused to the
past
       please press a response
        get a can of Mountain Dew
the seasons are all messed up
      the lip of the reservoir is broken
 we have the means
we are the real people
   we matter
   or do we
 time
 space
eons
oh hell
of course we do
   there is a beautiful world
billions and billions
of Carl Sagans
   all smoking pot
and wearing turtleneck sweaters
   billions and billions

ramblas
          don't say it
                  the truth is not a conspiracy
                       uh oh
     chemtrails
wreak havoc
   whats that oil they use
i forget
       if you like pina coladas
     la la la
oh well
 forget it
just forget it
  the window is open
there's a nice breeze
tell that guy to stop banging on the side of the house with that snow shovel
    
 

broken estuary mind games

 in circuitous curriculii

evident in passive reflexology

and green converse 

and a pack of Winstons 

                drop the gun harry 

           we know you did it 

 

congested 

                                two weeks of chest cold 

laying in bed like a loser 

         still smoking 

                       like an idiot 

drink giant glasses of tea 

mint tea 

    earl grey 

        dandelion

               sleepy time

feed a cold they say 

so off to the store 

 to get groceries 

                        I love a sourdough baguette

  what else 

      the paper bags at the store didn't have handles 

so I threw a fit and the manager 

                          gave me a fortyniners shopping bag for free 

  squeaky wheel!