Stainy day

    Symptoms of the parabola

        Streaked with gray

            Oh how we fight the ones we love

 

 Miracles work their magic dream

     About the way the story goes 

    Sliding on the ice

         Riding the sky 

     For time passing

We see the time

    Feel the time 

        To go

 And 

      We worry 

About stupid stuff

    Again and again and again

 The prima facie 

      Of Nostalgia

          In piles of books

        And old face masks

Strewn whiskey bottles 

     And upended ashtrays

   Boxes of ancestors tools

   A giant wood reaper 

      Bladeless now

     From the great Midwest 

  Shores of Wisconsin 

    Forests and fields 

Lakes and streams

  Barns with rusting tractors

      Hiding in the heat

          Beneath a memory

     Of green beans and tomatoes 

   

         

   

 Gaffes

   By flood plains

You you you

    Seaweed kingdom

        Dread and remote fire

            Neptune sings

                We hear you

   We hear you

We hear you

  Tune the 

 Ambivalent practice

     To an arc

  Of stable memorizations 

   I have stood

On Italian shores

   With broken rounded pieces of 

Old plates

    So there

     

 No 

I in the 

Disney notion

 Spread the peas

  

 Modigliani died penniless 

    Like this bar on Haight st

    Forlorn with 

Glowing reds 

   Browns 

     And maybe some vermillion

 Whose left in the carotid arousal?

     Stem cells breached on non-unity derivations

        Melvillean tales of lost paradise 

           The stones are empty

              And so is this

 We saved the 

 Comics 

From the thieves

     A wooden chair 

Was burned

For heat

     You did that!

Well maybe I did

So what 

  Down Santa Cruz alleys

   Looking for an old skateboard

      Raccoons in the river

But really wild pigs? 

 Grave yard symmetry 

   Imbued with moral decay

     Functioning in synonymous dereliction's

        Reversible meanings like a jacket worn inside out

           Graveyard symbolism

               Like a life lived

                  See no evil 

                      Live on ees 

Stupid 

  See the pee

     At the writers grave

         Jim at Pere Lachaise

            Graffiti in 1985 

               With Jessie and Kodachrome slides

A naked very large woman in an apartment party 

Somewhere in Germany

We toothed the tide and awoke in Verona

  Drunk and with a large very bad bed 

    Mantua Padua to see Giotto

Oh Giotto 

The sky is dark

  Lightning in the distance 

 

 Dippily

    Mc daw doo 

           Screech 

                 The car

      A franken Ford

   With mustard lines 

  On a baseball sky

    Steeped in Irish Breakfast tea mornings

       W stoned grandma Moses 

She'll part the Red Sea

   And we'll walk free

 Round

   Round 

We go

Where we stop 

Nobody knows

Chintz and lace 

     In the dusty window mirror sky

     Chintz and hate

     For god dammit mfucker pucker

       Ate a burger 

Wasn't bad

       Maybe I should buy a car 

   And drive to North Dakota 

And fucking die!

 Graped in

   Sonoma-esque saskatchwenese

     Sat on his ass 

        And cried

          Oh Mommy

 Blow down

The ruined remnants of turgid excretion

Seek the mystic sense of time relation

     

       Hold forth sweet post addled dirigible 

Breen and crue the californicus endeavors

   I held his hand but there was no arm

Just a bloody stump 

It was a nice suit too

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