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