tantamount 

 to 

                         "I'm tired!"

but the bottle 

                                     was just sitting on the bar 

                                                  (in a brown paper bag)
   she said 

 get a cup
                                                I gave her a caramel

SHE LEFT THE BOTTLE 

          SITTING RIGHT ON THE BAR
   then she went to find Josh 

                              who was seriously screwy eyed 

       probably 

trippin 

   balls 

                                                 he was at Double Dutch

                 then we went to the five 

and it was boring

three eyes 

 don't see 

 where the wicked 

 work their 

     sorry 

 excuse                     

 g 

 is 

    done 

     everywhere is something 

        the threads in the 

                  stolen blankets 

     who steals blankets 

                             the star -like train ride 

         berthed in snow banks 

                     another day 

                                say hi!

 a draft
 of drowsy
 beer
 senses
  sitting
 by the pool
    settlers in covered wagons
roll by
  worried about indian attacks

keep the reasons 

on your 

right 

   but 

 before you 

 get out of 

    line 

     watch 

 your feet 

       the mexico city 

    sidewalks 

                           are a bit dangerous 

    i had a friend who lost an eye 

 poked from 

                a piece of rebar 

                                sticking out of a building 

    now she's called 

                            Villainess Patty

                               but she loves her dogs
   one of the dogs also 

     has only one eye 

          his name is 

          Leroi

    "the king"

             not sure how he lost his 

        maybe also dangerous 

                sidewalks 

     or homeless curs 

                lots of them around here 

                                                                most are too skinny to be dangerous though

  the fleas though 

       they'll kill you in a heartbeat

                the other dogs 

is Rembrandt

      not sure why 

    maybe the brown fur
     he's a big lovable thing 

       always drooling on 

   everything 

        he loves churros 

     but the villainess 

                        won't give them to him very often 

"they're not good for him"

          smart villains take care 

                of their dogs

 

whoa simple
 what's that
 musky odor
     is it raining out?
      the dirt gets lifted
         the redwoods smell so good
              it's like they're talking
                "hey come on over
                     and hang out"

still

life 

 movie life 

                                 broken Ansel Adams life

        stood 

 before 

     the easel

              and pleaded

                                              for a moment of light   

   zone III

 maybe 

    I dunno

       Dektol

       reciprocity

     add 

       more time 

                           or more light   

       expose for the shadows

                                          develop for the highlights

    

 pink
roses
  in December
   I don't think they know
what's going
on

step
  step
 step
   stepping
on your
face
   oh
 no
    just looking for
      my soul
magical hands
    put them on my shoulders
       please
  oh
 yes
   trained cellist hands
are strong
    but we're just drinking
here
   

klaxon horn
       pried yr soul
 w loud blast
 behind
    the guilt
you stepped up
   and watched
the scene go by
    no never mind
 f it
  go back
go back
  to the gold soundz
    but the
 revolving doors
    are still there
        the sparkling water
    le blanc de blanc
stray
   stay away
 from the rusty door handles
    you can open a world of pain
  or you can walk away
  right now

ludwig made a boat
out of a tangerine peel
   it smelled good
  he floated past
Wendy's soft drink cups
  and various other sundry garbage items
"What a mess!"
   he reached the mouth of
the great ocean
named George
  "We meet again, George!"
he exclaimed

Leonard Cohen bought a compound bow
and shot an arrow into
the Statue of Liberty
  near her shin
  he took the ferry back to the city
   and was arrested
and sent to Rikers Island
  he met a young black man who
had been there for three years
because another kid said he stole his backpack
  he had never been tried
   Leonard looked at his arms
while the young man
 recounted his plight

snivelling
 sniffling
 brain washer
   walking the pool
hall
  looking for
 a shot
 at
the eight ball
   scratched again
  guy at the end of the bar
is yelling at his live in girlfriend
 -time to go home!
-run of the mill
 for these drunks -
    still, I always seem
to have a good time

cold air
and wind
    and
 sweet cold
rain

ah
yes
the rabbit hole
   down and down
   like a song you can't
 get out of your head

what hole
 what rabbit
remember what the doormouse said
   jack benny remembers 
 

floating
   world
  soon to be
boating
world
   hippies
on haight street
 always
 standing
   in the middle
of the
goddamn
   sidewalk
  harrumph

rig
 the trig
  tap the
tao
 lean
 to
 the
   side
      green
         beer
  barter
    smarter
than u
 he sez
    but i'm down
on all fours
   looking for my
  contact
lens
   still waters
 run deep
  but that's a
puddle
  at least
it rained!
 he sez
    still
no prez
like a madman
daft
delusional
   corrupt
   and bad hair
i swear
   but
 you could
run
he sez
   for the border
haha
 very funny
    but not a bad idea
methinks
   ustinks
  give us this day
     more gibberish
  in sweitzer-deutsch
and we'll sit around the
table
  with our heads bowed
   ploughed
on gewurtztraminer
   in long stem glasses
    candles burning
       watch your hair!

steamed
energy
    laying in tv land
 commercials
   so stupid
     America is dying
     clinging to our
 guns
   white knuckled
  more like pink fatty
 chubs
  fighting the
demons
of
  jesusness
    white robes
        and hippie sandals
           everybody's stoned
on marihuana
   

stay
 nay flee
 oh shoot
 we are the
 world
  who are
you
 whats the
///
word
  why
worry
  ?
   the cats are
long gone
  old junk
truck
   hauled away
money's in
the
  bank
   no parking here
   

raise
 the
 roof drops
 teary
eyed
bag -o-
  bones
 like
 a
dog
just
  interested
 in
a
treat
  i
guess
we're
 all
a little hungry

Be
still \


'stand
    like
 a dan'eline

worry
bout
 


nuthin
   but the
 mutherfuckin
  
sun
 


see
 your
eyes
    they're
 
 green
 like
   your
 
mom's
 

   see your hands

they're
empty
like
    your
   dad's
 

stand
  tall
   dan'eline
 shine
in 
the
 sun

the pilgrims]
   [poison air]
   stage
right
   a sonnet
from
  verona italy
  two small fingers
  of red table wine
  for the children
  mixed with water
she cried when the sun went down
and we argued
   about nothing really
and everything

still fused
to amorphous
   serendipity
       the seeming
       the careering
       the sound bites
       of side eye
       stupefying
whats that
oh
 another joke
 haha
 you're so
   fucked up
hey!

ah the sacred light
   blooms
    like a fury
  startling us
  we stand
and wonder
   great snow covered mountains
stars that go on
to infinity
   a thin layer of LIFE
 sandwiched between molten
rock
  and the shadowy cold of Space
  

Satellite Broom
    sweeps again
he holds the night shift
at the mental detention center
  in Oakley
     the patients are
all sedated and sleeping
as he pushes
his mop
   around
  -the Stanford Experiment patient
who was working as an orderly
gave him a bunch of LSD
   but he didn't take it
      it sat in his pocket
he thought maybe he'd give it
to Billy on the third floor
or maybe that bitch nurse
   Satellite read some of the orderly's novel he was writing
when he was in the shitter
  about an indian who works
janitorial at the mental place
  in the novel Billy says " I'm tired"
     "I'm so tired"
but that's really
  Esther
 the wonder woman
  
    

satellite broom
head
   sweeping
the skies
   for sounds
of America
   see the billboard
man
  stomping
and stuttering
 sputtering
fuming
  - out on the
highway
traffic is at a standstill
 the sky is orange
   cars not honking
people just
 being people
gotta get home motherfucker
   300 miles away Paradise is burning
   but we just see orange
or gold
whatever
that color is
   fire season
wind and dry grass
   temperatures
in the eighties
  up near Concow
you know Concow, right?
the satellite
   keeps sweeping
     data retrieved and sent
       
   
  
 

gray
 face
 wizard
   of the beer selection
  chanting to the mystic
 "We seek the
rights
 to be the lights!"
 ahem
 well
    you
trod the well beaten path
    like a mouse -
secure in your
 funhouse
 wheel games
    what is that
 i don't know
  fuck this

 

down the
   bonnie lass avenue
  down the
    rosemary spriggles
 steeped in tea
    and milk and
  the lies you told
     steeped in the
laughter
 drinking martini
   glasses
you bought for me
   we broke them
  assiduously
  i sent a dozen
      roses to your
 divorce
   sorry bout that 

I strayed
from
the meager epoch
 cattle drive
   congratulated
  a dead cowboy actor
   woke up and smoked
 a cig
   what else
 -found a box of books
   took three Vonnegut paperbacks
and
The Dream Life of Balso Snell
  I liked the cover
 

sept 2017 ny ny

So far II

RETURN OF THE ....

A

4:41 am 

After seeing Vandra 

Felt like crap

 Thought i was gonna die

Head cold 

Congestion

 Etc 

Boring bullshit

 Yesterday 

Guggenheim- salon de le rose croix

  Freaky symbolists

From paris 1890's(?)

 Good stuff

Beautiful day 

Perfect weather

 Today

Jewish museum 

Modigliani

  Okay kinda weak assenblage of various rando pieces

But it was free

Sukkot

 Then to the Met

Hot today 

Steamy

 Too many people

With their stupid phones

Clogging up the galleries

  Fucking people

 Went to met breuer

Better 

Saw delerious

Artists since WWII

( reverse engineering ocd influences?)

  Oh saw some cool WWI art at met

Intense

...

sept 2017 Leonia nj

So far

Chicken killed

In new jersey

Stepped on

A womans toe

On the A train

flying back from my Oct 2017 someone needs a cigarette





---Boringest flight ever! Left two hours late. Fuckers. Who dreams this shit up? Guy behind me in security line was whining that it took him fifteen hours to get ny the day before. and i'm thinking 'and you're leaving already? ' stupid fucking dimwit.

I looked at the inflight map and saw the plane is over Bismarck, North Dakota. Doesn't really seem like a straight shot from ny to sf to swing by Bismark. Yeah we have this extra fuel we need to burn so we're gonna go a BIT north. Motherfuckers. They are screwing me!

Now we are over Wyoming or Idaho or some bullshit. They really should have a smoking section on the plane. One section whose air doesn't mix with the gen pop. Hot box that shit. 

I went back to pee and the steeard/esses were sitting around griping sbout the company trying to fuck them over. This older gentleman steward was saying they came to him and said they were taking his seniority away. And he was like what? No you're not. He asked for it in writing and then they said oops we made a mistake!

All of this was bathed in a weird blacklight poster light. I saidThey just needed a black light velvet conquistador painting or Keep on Truckin'! He said we can only have the posters if we have pot. 

"I got it in my bag. I'll bring it back and we'll all get stoned!"

I've got the size of a batters box to squeeze my ass into for SIX HOURS. Fuck you Virgin/ Alaska! You suck. This seat sucks. You are inhumane bastards. Who is that british fuckstick who owns Virgin? richard somebody with an island that got blown away. Fuck that guy.

Fuck virgin/alaska. You suck.

 Oct 2017 while CA burns

 

 

Bennington

W the dog

Running around the great yard

Eating salty fish chowder

Julianna in Franklin

#27

Miko in photos

Panoramics

Delivering julianna's clothes

And snacks

Bennington museum

Milton avery 

Who miko

Met and he asked to sit

For him

Her professor said

Don't do that

Cool museum

Weird objects

I love my
 endocrinologist
   she keeps me
alive
  watches my blood pressure
     watches my A1c
        watches my cholestorol
Metabolic Syndrome -
   the three Graces of Poor Health
 She has a very large Diamond Ring
 and I always like seeing her
   sometimes I play too much
    at being insincere
        and then I feel bad
          when I leave her office

some dream of
   spiders
  others of computer
 screens
  la dee da
      whooptey lou
   pass the peas
  fuck a duck

some sandy dream
 lost in the
 heat of the covers
    in November California
heat wave
  but really not so hot
 beautiful actually
    looking at my parents books
  how many mushroom books
do I need?
   who can I give this to?
     so much dust -
   off to donations
 box em up-
   sneezing
and scratchy-eyed

what city was
 lost
    gone beneath
the sand
  what city
overrun by trees
and grass and neglect
   abandoned
  what city
shelled
 destroyed
 left
   the ground
gave way
 oceans rushed
in
   monuments
 at the bottom
of the sea
   stared out
 at fish
 and sand
    we
 built our castles
    with our plastic
shovels
and buckets
   brightly
 colored
 yellow
     red
blue
  get in the car
shake out the sand
   let's go home
everyone got their mitt?
   
  

roast beef
 w horseradish
I have expensive
 sunglasses

walking there
   I smelled
the mowed grass
   it's a sunny day
in October

destroyed my idea
of life
last night
I dreamt about
you

chicken
n noodles
    who's the president
yelling about now

across
the library
   paid my late fees
 outside
the homeless sit

the weeds
grew in
   and around my brain
 i saw the cats
killing birds
 no not really
 but i heard they did
i heard it
on tv
   millions of birds
 there are 1.33 billion people in India right now
i wonder how many cats they have
   stupid
 i know
   go make me a sandwich
  
   

when I get bored
 I slip and slide
 along
 down by the remote
edges
  of the
thoughts
that
 seem to waver
   quiver
  under the frenetic
blood pressure
  of the steamship forget me not
the reels are pulled in
a mass of weeds
or an old geegaw
   of the stationary
  center of the whirlpool
     great beady eyed fish
swim in
   quoting christopher smart
      “Let Carpus rejoice with the Frog-Fish—
a woman cannot die on her knees!”  and so forth
   but never mind
it's not important
things are said
and done
   but nobody really pays any attention
 the lights change
     the cars pile up
like a blues brothers movie
    we casually embrace the minutes
hours
   


 

fucking
trash pandas
    so FAT
   running along the side of the building
 at 2 am
  i guess the fat panda bar closed
Jessy was screaming at them
I mean, it was her 40th birthday
NO!!!
  like they're going to listen to her
but it did kinda freak them out

positing
the erudite
 meanderings
    of meaningless
twaddle
  waddling
 in piddle
piss
 what?
   somethings got to give
but probably not today
so shore up the
barricades
  iron the socks
 shine the balloons
   there's nothing quite as good
as live music
thank you

steamed with
stupidity
 flaked with humidity
   it's raining in San Francisco?
i never should eat
corned beef hash
and drink
before bed
   but thats
  just wrong
 i'm staring out the
no wind
window
  at purple fog?
 or building drifting
tiny lights
    my eyes are
 wandering
 in the window screen
    the giant tower  looms
over
 like Sauron
   on the hill there
  whasssitcalled
  SUTRO
  rich guy tower
  beam its beam into the pockets
 of the poor tv bound
   radio enthusiasts
   waiting for their show to come on

whoa
 what
silent
   sinking into
        sleep
  sneezing
   and
      stupid
  burned out


   

Dominique Lowell Grove Street SF

David Ochs Keenan in SF (late night)

Astrid from Norway in SF  10/2013

mal
quid
pro quo
   erasterized
    to the vein
       stuffed in josh's backpack
       sent from
this world
  to a dark place
  but wait
   there's music!
       playing
 i can see
   the sound
      washing
over
  the sea
     i can hear
the ocean
  breathing
   wa woosh
    wa woosh
        i hear a billion suns
in our galaxy
   a billion galaxies
  i hear carl sagan
    on tv

College V  UCSC 1978

                                

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the monster crows
his violence
    sad
sad
sad
     they speak of whys and wherefores
   and telenovelas
     judges in robes
look down
  and judge
    i guess it's their job
everyone thinks
 and talks
   some promote
  a way things should be
    the way X is supposed to be!
ill omens
on the sidewalk

 mercury montegos
 long rusted
   and text messages
about dying at twenty
     he was gone before the eighties even began
like that trail
on napali
   slippery
muddy
 rain
"some stupid hippie probably killed himself"
   so mean
     people being people
        what's wrong
with shitting where you eat?
is it better than kraft mac and cheese
nothings better!
and people die
  that's just what happens
  every day
 still hope
is not bs
   just saying
when do we start to feel it
   should we take more

the yield
unfolded
   it's warm heart
to the winter
 we smiled
and watched
 the yellow screen
  and sipped our boba tea
    whilst sharpening
the translucent steel blades
of the Maquettian shore dripper
   in the distance a lone
whistle blew
  shrilly
 ouch my ear!

crash the bloody mantle
 a stones throw
skewer the bleeding hearts
 a million miles from nowhere
   on the way 'you see
 the dark carrion crow
   shadows of a remorse unlived
  into the field of vision
 one bright green orb
     a holocaust of
 conundrums
played against the marker
 bets are even
 you who prayed
    and were preyed upon
dark mistress
to the gods
   cloaked in ermine and wilderness lichen
   the babys cradle
      left under the stars
carried away by a one horned satyr
  and delivered to no one
 

oh the brook where
 we walked
 by the stone bridge
beneath you found odd
   trinkets
     a baseball home plate
        and you took it home
            and your father said you stole it
              

the natural base e
   an irrational number
    tuned to
       now that you've found another key
           you're still a rich man baby
              but can you play the clavioline
(not with an orange)

something
 rode the
bare
faced lie
 another day
 we would sigh
 oh shucks
and pass the way
 again
 

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