Prayed for the Moses of toes

Prayed for the lily white seasons

Prayed for the bowed and the blowed

Prayed for the raisiny crows

Some far

Some near

See the signs 

Of the raisiny crows

What do you 

A foreigner in my mind 

Have to say

About these things

I am interested 

Stop at the store

A fine kettle she said

You've stolen the light 

And now she's dead

Pray for the mixture

The fixture

The field

Pray for the hassle

The topsail

The yield

Pray the godawful

The dirt

And the greed 

Pray the essence 

Of mercury

And mead

 We crept from the foul mealy mouthed authors toward the door.

The sunlight was like baked Alaska cold on the inside.

My knife was lost on the cliff so I bit thru the leather straps.

I remembered the down filled comforters and the winter sunlight in San Francisco. Too easy. 

We harvested the lobsters who had climbed over the barricades. One said his name was pituitary and he had worked as an optician. Or was it optometrist?

Time circled back and left us cramped and thirsty for wine. 

 I lost the battles.  

    But the war was fun.

   We hopped a freight to rigormortistan stiffened up a bit

   Al said the shops in town suck

   No Cuban cigars 

   No Abba Zabba

No RC Cola

   Amber said we should sell the children.

But I’m not ready for that.

Still they are a noisy bunch.

I’ve 

Lost the taste 

   Of light shows 

   In New York

    Fine pickled embraces

   Like a cowards goodbye

         We stir the transient liquid 

        And caress the airwaves

        Stop thief 

 But no luck

         We run off laughing

Into the darkened streets

Of yesterday 

 What did I do today

Where did all the Martians go?

Some like raspberry jam others say the seeds get stuck in their chromium di-axial chambers

Still we try to get thru

The other ones went quietly

Why can't we all just eat donuts

And feel slightly sick

Or happy

Or 

What did I do today 

 Create the Magellan fireworks

Light show

Bombarded in Yemen

 There’s little to no hope of confusing what should be with what aint 

I’m not returning to the scene of the crime

My fingerprints are everywhere

-On the back of your neck

Gander deeds

     Awake!

Or go back to sleep

Ya toothsome vanity

   Snorkeling with suits and Clark boots

     Gasping for storied winds

 Of Macbeth 

 Skull at the ready 

   Seek!

   The coins are for the boatman

     I kinda look like Brad Pitt in Troy

 Clocked by the time- left for tomorrow- the senses reek- take a limestone bath ye of little faith- carry the Minnesota winds - eat well and borrow profusely- steal occasionally- set the coordinates for a story after lunch. Garbage McClockstein

 See me 

hear me 

feel me 

 Yeah right

    Sand is in my mouth

    Stuffed peppers for dinner last night

 The way mom made em

 With ground beef and white rice

 Not my favorite

 See me 

Hear me 

Feel me

    The sand of Serengeti 

       Slips thru your fingers

      You dead poet 

      Dead Edgar Allen Poe

Deadgar alien poo

  Whoops 

Hey! 

 See 

 Ah fuck it

 Sometimes it's hard to wake up. I just want to stay sleeping or maybe I really don't want to be awake and dealing w the awake life stuff. Too many daymares. Then I have a cup of coffee and it's all okay. I really can't complain. But I do. 

 Keep it up

             KEEP IT UP

      keep it UP

it's gonna be okay

    See the air

    See the sky

  Moon man standing on 

Your plate 

   The weathers just right

         Skull hair playing violin

             In romantic Rhine River

    Castle tower

   Keep it up

         Keep it up

 

Smoofed smocked smigged   Centered on 

Eurasian consolidations the fantastic

   Eritrean traipsed thru my brain

      See the centered lines in the brick roadway

        Lines in your facts

             Facing the desperate sea wheeling your thumb in desperate cohesions 

      Placated like an unknown variant in a cell driven cariotid 

Cleft thru the pan pacific highway

   Delta hurricane thoughts

    Of playa de los muertos and expensive b&b’s for overweight

    White fucks 

    Complaining about his fajitas

 Snuffed 

Rebuffed tuffed it out to the extent that he could considering the factors that weighed upon him 

    Puffed 

   Duffed

 Stoopid

 Buffered and booked 

 Hied an 

   Sent to school

   So what

The 

I captured 

 The incendiary 

      Pre flight

       Cartoon

         Blues

 Blues

         Blues

      Streaked mirror 

 Where my heart used to be

 

Clipped the mono 

Rail 

Senses

    Toward the abyss

 Of  Trumps brain

     Mealy mouthed

 Turnip eyes

 Stole from a dead piggie

 Snorting in 

Non sequitir 

Grunts and greasy dollar bills

     " who gets these?"

     

Estuary of the 

Senses

      Pagan blu blokker 

       Machine gunned

      In JC Penney

     Cryogeneticized 

     For pocket cash

      Frozen bites

     Of hard on dreams

How’s your mom?

         

Marched

 The proverbial

     Death bed highway

       Ignored and striated 

         

 Saw bearded fascists 

With that haircut 

         Can’t they just suck it

  

    

Beat me 

     Like a rug 

             What

           Beaver dam

                Lost days 

                                A different world

    I like the old one better

 I memorized 

 The broken stance

 Of philosophers 

    Who like to dance

Booby trapped

Like the Swiss Family

            Echoes of Tell

     Ho hey

      Drop a little disco

      Move around the earth

    Iron molten planet

There's fire 

In the sky

  And in your belly

         Belching 

Up lava

                    Try baking soda in your ocean water

Slipping the island disc

        Steel drums dont

Grow on trees

Steal yr 

 Face 

! 

   Tore up about 

    The wind

      And torn jeans

    And torn 

Sneakers 

 And girls 

Talking downstairs

    Shut the fuck up

    Did you ever hitchhike?

        Not very far

 But yeah 

      An old Indian 

 Who lived down 

The road 

Used to give me rides into 

Town in his 

Old blue step side

Pickup

    His sister ran over my dog 

  She always drove 90 mph

      Never picked me up

        Dog survived but

Then died from blood clot 

Musta been the roses

Dog was born on Halloween

     My dad named him after a

     Foreign radio correspondent

           No Blobby Boys here!

     Still 

      Went to a show 

 On something 

  And was bored to pain

       Had to leave

    I was always super critical

Nyaah Nyaah Nyaah

                    Anyway I thought I was smart

 

     

The titan 

Moves forward 

    Arse sided

         Brimming with 

           Bb. Gun like 

 Danger

         Stupid fool headed

               Oh whatever

                The air quality

        San Francisco fog

Mixed

          With burnt tree smoke

                   Ah jeez 

     Climber change

              Still can't 

                  Not wear a mask 

In public

   

Some blightey

                      Majestum irregularity

     Stipend for the ninth

         Stood on the hood

    Of a 63 Falcon

    And watched the tractor go down the hill

       Tra la la! 

       Sweep the sky 

 With lattice matrices 

        Sway with me! 

        Oh boxed in

By thoughts 

     And dreamy 

       Worries 

 And cards of black 

    Boxes of red

      Pinball days 

         ET

And 

Dark days

Oh ho hum 

  Splat! 

Yer face 

     Mucked up 

Provisions

Bottled and bagged

          Moving the car

    And spraying it clean

       For another day

     

I’m the fortunate

 One 

        Standing on a stack of bricks

 Eyes screwed up 

 Beer bottles thrown at my head

     Cyclops jimmy 

     Won’t do a drive by

           For a hundy 

   But no matter

        The stupid Phillies are on tv

Deer in the

    Headlights

        Dog in the 

Doorway

       Bacon in the 

                    Microwave

How's your day going?

Catch 

The

      Fire

        Like a foggy day

     Surprise

 The weeds 

     With a blade

    Steer

  Clear 

 Of your Aunt Vicky

     In the sense

 Of telephones

    And cut glass

      Brazen

    Forgetfulness

    Abounds

        And the car

   Needs an oil change

          Ah hells bells

     

Stoic 

 Imbroglio 

       Dash dash dash

      Catch the ripe 

      Drops of rain

        But no

 Not here

         Send for a tour 

 Of Italy

               Amazon

Delivers -

          Laundry today 

  If not

         What

  Are you trying 

 To say

   Oh hells bells

Hell bells

 Ring ring ring

Hello Tuesday!

       Oh wait 

                               Today is Thursday

            I moved the van 

                      This morning

             

Scripted 

 Like the rain

        Standing askew

        Still sided 

       With doubts 

                      And draughts

     Stoned headlights

                                                       Rabbits and turtles and bears oh my

    Oh nothing 

 Just another steamy 

                  How do you do

Trees 

   And bottles 

       Aiming for the night sky

            Stars 

         Stupid and 

     Bars 

   Refused 

     You’re drunk

      But it’s only 11 am

             Stagger to 

        The steps 

            And down the sky 

       Blood from a broken bottle 

        Whoopsie 

                                           Aren’t you smart

    Hey you’re a good guy

                   Streets don’t care 

     They spit out people better than you

Stoic

      Plasticine

       Figures

    Of

        Political 

      Ambiguity

   Press

 The meter

          Stand on 

        Principle

           Stooped 

        Snide 

          A pile of bags 

 Filled 

  With printed 

 Emails

     About your dna

   

This

Is not 

 The 

 Expansive 

   Vision

 Of the 

 Future

   We had 

 Stufffed

      Scuffffed 

      Rebuffed

   Roadside swagger

       Standard brand 

 Multi-hesive 

           Derision 

             Tremored

        

 Roll on 

 Dead lover 

         Roll on

      See the ghosts 

          That we share 

         Naked mirror lenses

            Doing acid in Livermore

            I got nothing 

                                    No scented candles

                   No granite automobiles

                       See the buffet 

                Eat the buffet

            

 

 Why are 

   Not 

 I am 

    Steep the 

 Rocks 

  In borders 

     W silent nights

       Holy clambake 

     Buttered 

 And 

   Stolen

    Drafted in 66

    Sent 

    Away 

 To test toes

The police story 

Is not believable 

  According 

 To the prime directive

      

 Dubious 

     Alignment 

        The stars

    Are double spaced

 Spaced 

 And double spaced

  Like a certain housemate 

 Of mine

The coroner

  Stewed his tomatoes 

       With a fillet of 

  Fish

       Steamed his brain

     In kerosene 

     Stood the majestic rites

     Of Arizona Tea Can dispersion

     Bordered and boundaries 

 Small tokens 

Of fraternal organizations 

   And lucid dreaming attempts 

 Hedged in with 

     John Lilly 

            Hot tub creatures

    Two great brains 

      Oh say can you see

        Replays 

Of southern 

     Breadbox gravy rolls of fat

       And the permanent 

 Creation 

   O vista majesty! 

   Ceremonial headgear

    And this is bullshit 

 Hello

        

Summers here 

 Again 

    The fog rolled in 

                      Cool windy mornings 

                           I am the problem

“All I do is act like an asshole

                                    and suddenly I’M the bad guy?” 

NO NOT ME

I strained 

      My arm

        But pills 

 Pills 

    Sitting 

   Here 

  The deeeep 

 Window 

       The blinds 

 Are 

    Shaking 

      In the 

 Wind 

     So 

    Are the signs 

    Of metamorphosis 

 Hah!

Seeping 

 Like a sad 

 Stoned self centered 

     Stick in the blood

         What 

 No

         Read a book?

          Who has time!

           

Pleased 

 To formulate

     By empty mind 

    The oatmeal is on

 The sun is out 

        Disease imprisons us 

           We shed our skin 

       And swim 

 Where a meadow used to be 

           But hey

 But hey 

This ain’t no good 

Good morning 

      Sadhu pine con 

        The Euell Gibbons of

 spicer meadow reservoir 

A flurry of jeeps 

                          Like a military operation

I’m lost

         

The plastic

          At 2 pm 

   Poured so gently 

              Over ice 

Sell

 Sell 

Sell 

In a handbag 

   Your face

   Post the retreat thru 

  Marbled pink columns 

     Whose car is that 

 Get it

OUT OF THE WAY

     are you going to school

    No it’s on tv

         See 

      Oh okay

    Yay

 What’s for lunch

 Gotta go get the laundry

The static

    Sturgeon. 

     Based on an island 

    In his left ear

     These are the days

    These here 

 Not those

 Fuck those

  

Yer savior 

  Wavers 

                      In between bites 

Of roasted pig

         

Shady McYoohoo

      Left stains in a six foot perimeter

   Around his spot 

     Near the tv

               He borrowed what he didn’t steal

            And never washed 

     A carpet he didn’t like

                                                   Strange days

But the Egyptologists 

     Are still plundering 

              Great evidence has been produced 

            The mud is good for your skin 

       But Good & Plenty 

     Not so much

The cosmonauts

                                   Are selling Jack Kerouac’s 

 Underwear 

          And sidewalk lint

               A treasure was found 

 In the liniment

 

Corroded

 You said 

                                                          Like the brink of a sandwich disaster

          You stuttered falsely

              But just to be stupid

      And succeeded 

        Try wearing pants next time

          Or a shirt 

 Or something 

         I’m on vacation

 Hello from nowhere

The effects

  No adjective needed

Here’s the fling

  Load the binary resolve

 Into the 

Pitch master

      Stake out the barriers

       Send the letters

     We the People

     Of course

   Easy for you to say

        Striped shirts 

 Are for convicts

      Somebody put a bullet 

 In that fuckers brain

   

Tokyo 

    Poor boy 
   
          No sweet wine

The creatures
 On the shady side of the moon
  Have lived there since longer than
Any of them can remember
   They each live for tens of thousands of years
    They each have a given song
 the variations of their song
 Is their communication
       Each creatures song is unique
And yet with others
Form a symphonic effect
   Not all sing
 Some never
 Some rarely
   Some every day
  They hide their existence
    As they are made from moon dust
  They eat moon dust as well
 Which provides all the necessary nutrients
     They can take any shape
But in danger hide as the features of the landscape
 “If no one knows we exist no one will want to get rid of us”
  There senses of their surrounding are beyond description
   They can read who and what you are -it’s not analysis
They just can tell what you are
   They can smell your thoughts
 Read your subterfuge
   Know your honesty
    But you will never see them or even know they exist
        They can’t be in the sunlight
    The shady side is the only place for them
 

The sirens are back
 They’re aching in their lonely nights
     You saw the picture of the burning dock
 Now step away
    Step away
         Down a path of foolishness
 They tumble and tussle
 Barking for corn dogs and freedom
      Some of us hunker down
     And watch tv
And wonder what to eat next
     Lamb chops
 Tacos
   A bowl of cereal
       Then we drink whiskey
But not too much
 Just enough
To ease the pain
 

Mired
 In myriad
 Mirrors
Mirthfully
   Mendacious
 
     *********
 Stage right
   The fat man gets
 A blow job
   From the aging poet
 He’s a stranger now
 Wandering the Pentecostal Highway
 Near St Joe
    He wears a mask of Zippy the Pinhead
      And only eats hamburgers
 Some say
   He could have been in the major leagues
  Others say
  Quaaludes

Some creature
 Forged
 A nascent path
To the avenue of reliquaries
    Stood softly
        Bent his arm around
       A pole
 And leaned forward
     Waiting like a
Child for an open candy

Stymied
   And sturgid
 Reading thru olde
Poemes
 And adding e’s to
Wordes
    Woe
My tidal forbearance
 Woe to plague and plaque
That coats my teethe
     Plague on you sweet
 Darling
Of the purple coat
    Left on a blanket
 Somewhere near Astoria
Where Josh
   Says the Bumblebee tuna
 Factory
 Ruined everything

The Horseman’s on the Roof
 The plague is everywhere
  Paris 1849
      Jean Giono
Stopped writing “ Jean Giono’s”
Maybe we should too

Creatures of
   The Burning Light
 My Heart is
In your hands

The ides of 

 March 

      Came and went 

   No bewareness 

    Shoulda been January

     Who knew?

      Fuck that asshole 

        His profound stupidity 

 And greed has killed 

       Us  buried in mass graves 

 The Fool

 Card of the Tarot

Now dressed as Death

I’m a soliloquy 

 Away 

 From losing 

 Myself 

   Seen in the reflection

    The bandito

    Again

     The white puff of smoke 

 From the rifle 

      Yes 

 I’ve killed 

     But now there’s no Faleena 

    Not even a song 

Stop 

 The fledgling 

     Nincompoops starting 

 The stoops

       Of stairway 

      To help us 

                  Reverberating 

    In their 

                       Dodge caravans 

        Old Arab saying 

   ‘The dogs will bark

                            But the caravan keeps moving’

A stone surrogate 

      Stomped the stupid

      Stairs

      Sensing 

 A surreal symphony 

Surrounding him

A stern shake 

                       From the warning house

Located somewhere

                     In Los Angeles California

Via the tv 

       SALE!

  Everything must GO!!

   But no

Everything must stay 

        Stay away 

      Dragons on the rooftop

      Pigs in the mess hall

     We’re number ONE!

    I need a drink...

Little Red Rabbit Hood

     Bought some curds and whey

   Whattaya say

 Hey hey

Sweet Virginia

 Fol de rol

       The Queen of Becoming

                   Had a million plans 

                                        All of them good ones

  And outfits to match 

       Western skirts with fringe 

    Six shooters in holsters

         Bud light macrame hat 

        With tubeage 

         A sly grin

    And red curls 

    Apple dumpling cheeks 

   She’d smile and yell

    Hey asshole take a hike!

Pulling a silver six shooter 

      And fire off a few rounds 

                     Snap snap snap

   

The dreams 

   Were not like tv

 He said 

 A fossil like movie 

              The pace was in geologic time

   Great canyons may

 Eventually arise

       But the popcorn was good

oh the broken

cistern

                 of our Folly

     painted on the side

          In Helvetica Bold 

          Hubris 

    LLC 

     

Seen a lady today

 Sitting in her 

  Driveway 

                 Garage door open

                            Smoking a cigarette

                       Wearing a pink bathrobe

She didn’t say hi

This morning 

 I went out to the kitchen 

 To make coffee

   I was wearing my jacket

     Because it was cold

My housemate was there 

 And he looked at my jacket 

 And started shaking his head

“What are you wearing that jacket for?”

   “Because it’s cold?”

“Why don’t you turn on the heat like normal people?”

  

Steer by 

  The stars 

 No by 

     The waves 

                 They can do that

                         Must take a keen eye

   He said 

    As he handed me 

    An Amstel Lite

    

Hello

 Sweet sky

                Great high clouds 

      Transfer

     The thought

       Trade in seaweed 

      And kelp

                          And cans of tuna fish 

       To old sailors

          Salty 

 And dirty 

 And drunk

       Pass the hat 

        For Lefty

      Who broke his arm

    On a pizza box 

    And had to be taken

                  By three armed nurses 

        Who still think 

 He was not crazed 

 With seaweed madness

     But “there’s no help

like a bowl of kelp”

Didn’t help matters

   

      

Beat

    Box 

                        Banana fudge

     Stipend of 

 The surrogate

      We stand 

 And moan

      Oh fuck

      No it’s not like that

Yes yes yes yes please

Pour g

   Still crying 

      In the sand 

 Of cauliflower 

    Ho ho

    The tahagata 

      Broomstick

    Sweep the 

 universe

  Slowly at first

 Soon 

  60,000 mph

     How many 

  Horsepower 

 Is that

  How many 

 Hummingbird 

 Power

   Where is 

 My mountain

 Of love

Strobe like 

 Effects 

 Affects me 

 Like sunspot 

   Blindness

    Sliding in the muddied 

 Field 

    Avoiding people 

 Trying not to cough

 Sneeze

 Or cry

  Farting is ok

I guess

That rosewood

 telecaster 

       Is 26,000 dollars 

 Hunh 

    I want to be George

   You can be Paul

                                  He made the most money

         

Charles 

   Hawtrey and 

                 The Deaf Aids 

   Burning latches? 

     Good album

                             Staring at the gray sky

     Is this collectible?

     You and I have memories

     

Experiment;

   Steerage in backward slide 

                         Pull left to go right

     Jeans. 

      Sneakers.

     Socks.

         Check

      

I won’t be defined
 By my affliction
   - she said

 

Break the seventh seal
 Set fire to the night
Huh
 Okay break the stolen deal
   Gone left ish
 Some tried and true
   THERE IS A PATH
     Through the live oaks
 Low hanging arms
Begging for gals in
Summer dresses
 And young boys
Barefoot to climb in them
And look down at you 
Smiling
With italics

Copper kills
It
They
Say
   Wrap yourself
In pennies
 But they’re mostly
 Zinc
 Now
 Right?
   Give me a copper
Kettle and a copper coil
   Cover with new laid corn mash
 And never more will you toil
  But I want to toil
I want to!
 Haha

rip
  raring
     Spot
 Of
 The
   Sly
   No cmon
   Be
  Ghvfuiinb
Oops
 Once?
   Buttons
 Pushed
 While
Trying to
Get a comfortable life
   Just indigestion
     Just a little

 

The sheep
   Chattered about old rivalries
and land of
   Green clover-
   See that hill
    I could clear that
 Field in a week-
   Theres that stupid dog
   Thinks he’s so smart
    His masters wife is always drunk
    And puts sherry in his dog food
   Look at him!
 Trying to herd that fence post!
 
 

Read that book
 By D.H. Lawrence
     about his trip to Sardinia
     mostly about
 Getting away from wherever
 they were
     Bad hotels
   and lousy meals
  Long train rides
     And sad grey lumps of people
     Dry hills and valleys

Covid
 Yes covid
  Rhymes with Ovid
     Who wrote a poem
 That angered the power
   Was sent to a rocky isle
        For punishment
      banished
 Exiled
 to where?
     Crete?
Don’t remember
  La dee da
     La dee da
   
     

The emergent
     Effulgence
        Stormed like
 a car crash
     Time slows down
 there’s mango marmalade on my finger
        Sticky
 And now
On the screen

Don’t 

             Be alarmed

For tomorrow cares

           The why and wherefores 

    Like you

   And you’ll nod and whisper

                         Staring at the deep blue sea

= R
 Storybook pariah-hood
   Basking in the sullen looks
 By the red eyed boys
    Streaming movies
 On the telecom
   We steer for the lights
    Hungry and wet
 That sucks
 He thought
  We’ll get over it
 When the new moon comes
   He loaded another round
  And shot it into his arm
   “ fuck the pre-sets!”
    Nobody gave a hoot
    There was no boat
  Yet we swayed
And fought for sea legs

Be- Jested by the bye
   Ceilings are not for falling
     You failed the math part but it
Was okay
 This makes zero sense
   

Exit pattie
  Of Indian red loose
 Fits and
 torn by the wayside
    Take. The.
  See along the.
 See ?
Nah
 Just itching a scratch - a - doodle
    Nah
Nah no Sam Shepard sighs
Of lounging unto
  Afternoon
 Lower case letters
    See?
   The wicker chairs are all rotted and
Falling apart
  You smell the cooking
 From the hot kitchen
 There's a strange mustiness
 To the stairwell
   Do you remember that?
Smoking in grandpas old bedroom
   While the snow covers the bean fields
  And the cows are in the barn next door
Woo
  Throw it out there
Just out
See?

Mucho dispirito
  Inflatto
           say
                   what-
Line -

       Break
     Trowit
 Snappit
   Made in China
   Seeds
Of what will be
   New Islands
    Made of melted ice
         And I mean a lot
Of ice
 

Carnitas dad was eating at Roger’s All Dogs Restaurant at Sycamore & 5th streets. It was one of his favorite late night spots. He was on his twelfth hot dog and he was starting to feel a little full.
“Two more, Randy.”
He washed them down with a gulp from a liter size container of DP.
“ Aah, that hits the spot. And it’s a big spot.”
“Okay Mr. Regalo, have a good night.”
“See ya, Randy.”
He got in his 83 Buick Cavalcade that his wife had brought home from her work and turned on the radio.
“DISCO!! Yeah! Oompa Oompa Oompa Boom!!”
The rain was still coming down when he pulled into the driveway.

Lambert’s girlfriend was shocked.
“ You hired a woman to sell cars?”
“ She sold three cars today in the freezing cold! I’ve never seen anything like it. Haha, cracks me up.”
“What is she, some kind of a bombshell in stiletto heels?”
“What? No, she has an EYE PATCH! And I made her wear Bobs plaid sport coat. Haha.”
“When does Bob get back from rehab?”
“Fuck Bob. I’m done with him.”
“She has an eyepatch?”
“Yep.”

Carnitas’ mom worked at DooRight Used Cars down on State Street.
A fellow named Lambert Doowright owned the business.
 Lambert’s motto in hiring had been “Women can’t sell used cars!” At least that was his motto until one bitterly cold day in October when Sally Regalo walked onto the lot looking for a job.
“Yeah, I don’t hire women except for bookkeeping and I already got one.”
Lambert was staring at her eye patch. ‘A woman with an eyepatch wanting to sell used cars’ he thought to himself ‘ Jesus Christ, what’s next?’.
She said “Tell you what, in this weather you’ll be lucky if one person walks on the lot. I’ll work all day for nothing and if I sell a car, you give me a job.” And then she smiled.
Lambert was kind of charmed by the smile and her pluck. “ Uh ah, what the fuck.. go for it!”
Then he thought to himself and said “But wait, here, wear this sport coat.” It was orange and purple and polyester. She looked at it slightly perplexed with her one steel grey eye and then she put it on. It was just a little too big.
“Okay I’m going to work!” And she slammed out the door.
Lambert laughed at the sight of her.
“There’s no fucking way she’ll sell a car looking like that in this weather! “
She sold three.

Drain the fusillade
    Reports to Sherman
        Great envoys of mildew and mirth
             Far from home
    Boots worn out
     Teeth loose in his head
        Begging pervitin
In letters home
    Still
 We bathe in the river
 And take poison eyed gambles
    Ah tra la lee
Tra la lee!
   Shots echo in the cobbled streets
Let’s get the fuck
Outta here
 Haha!
   I forgot my keys
Dammit
   Oh well on Canada!

Laughing
    And yelling
  Goin on all night
   Downstairs
Thumping and banging
   Until around 3 am
 A Woman yelled at them
 Hey knock it off
It’s 3 am!
  Still went on
 But then quiet
   And I feel worn out
This morning

Bloggy McWeasel
  Threw out the last
Of his thoughts
 Kaaa-ChOOOOO!
   The silver amp had blown a fuse
In the corner of the basement
  “HEY, MOM!”
   Oh the stories
Bloggy would tell
  Great long stories
Of  Carved walrus teeth
  Said to be from the 1818
 British Expedition

Rejoice!

The ding dang 

   Awakeners 

                    Stooped and bent 

To the 

Task

   Sorry life we lead

    Knowing the worn out books

Of fabled 

Amnesia

 Return again tomorrow

   To the task

   Drawn and quartered 

 And set on a stout pig

Catch FIRE
  On the Seventh Day
God is in the details
  But nowhere near when you need him/her
2.
  Remember the FIRE
 Of Broken Days
  Leave the door behind
In a pile of leaves
3.
  There is no FIRE
   Just Days
  What door are we talking about
The door of mis-perception
4.
See Stations of Fire
  Laid out
 In a concerted effort
 To stem the tide
   The haulers
The painted red
The Rimbaud seekers
5.
 See the
Embers like bedbugs
  Itching scratching
 Flailing
  Catch a cold
From snot nosed kids
 6.
  The leavened bread
 Unfit for Easter
  They say
And yet they hate
My hobbit jokes

I haven’t a Way

 To fly 

Over cities

   Not a Boat

 Powered by 

                         Ambient dream waves

Not a drunken boat 

 Hammered by waves

 At night

  Out of the hands

 Of the haulers

  A boat that collects

 Scalps at night
And sells them
In the morning

 -

 Blood pressure

            &Lymphatic anomalies

  & Glucose 

&Sleep patterns 

& brain waves 

   - predicts 

Optimal 

Conditions - thus 

And into effect

Puts our weary 

Minds 

   

Late bastion
Of night
 Fickle flowers of kindness
 Say your name again
  I’ve watched with great intent
 But the garrulles
 And garnishment decorate
 A woeful story
  Let’s begin here...

Verily the spoons
Of war
 Begin their
Descent
 Into the cereal bowl
Of life
      crunch
 Crunch

O’er the ramparts indeed
   Flows the misery
      Stunningly
We sun ourselves
 W the neurosis
   In our hands
    Grabbing at the Golden ring
  Riding the carousel
  Atop carved ostriches and tigers
  Whee!

Kin cavalcade
 Sin estremious
? That’s ...not...a...word.
  Don’t stop
   Your selfie melted before you reached
 The bathroom
   What
    Are there lies being told?
 Ah joyueaux ano nuevoski
  Careering down the path
 With clouds overhead
 Spot a little flower
  And then what