A million days

In a circle

Unlike your face

Which was not a straight line

 China Person

What is that

That ain't right

Nor uncle this

69 bitch!

 Highway Ramblings

Sing a deep 

Saturday night song

For the possum

Or a prayer

For the the furry

In his lair 

 The plains of India

Were unknown to the Sioux

They had bison worship head dresses

With no tikka masalla sauce

Or naan 

Wtaf?

 I had a Mercury tidings

Pretty sweet they said

You're a lucky fuck!

But fuck them! What do they

Fucking know?

Fuck them!

W.A. Foote Hospital August 25, 1960

 I was born in a "foot hospital"

My mom kept the newspaper from the day I was born

In Jackson, Michigan 

A convict ("a three time loser")

Was at the same hospital the day I was born

And tried to escape

The front page of the newspaper

Showed a plant box in the lobby

With crushed plants where a fight between

The convict and his guard had taken place 

He had tried to get the guards gun

But the guard shot him dead 

In a "foot hospital"

 I tried to 

But sometimes shit sucks

Not to be negative

But dang

 It can't all be bad

There's coffee

And some good things to eat

Some mountains and nature aren't bad

But dang

 Jack Cookie

Owned a rancho in south city

His longhorns were treated like family

His nacho factory ran every day

Except Sunday because

Our Lord and the NFL

 Who do you think you are?!

Mr Cookie

Is the name

Please use it

 There was a gravity

It was inherent in plastic boats

There was a multitudinous effigy

Of desire 

Or so they said

I searched the fender of a Porsche 

Cest la vie!

 Maybe I should drink the rest

Of the booze

Woot!

Life sucks!

But I'm drunk!

(Not a positive poem 

My next one will be much better

I promise)

 I've got a place in my heart

Where you belong

Near Bodega Bay

Searching for Oysters 

On the half shell

 Some carried wool

Some were unknown 

To Mississippi police

The back roads offered solace 

And a route to freedom

 The mustache of your backwards dream

Was interrogated by numerous detectives 

Was it a green pool or blue?!

Answer!!

I left with my lawyer and we had cheeseburgers, fries and a couple shots of Jäegermeister. 

The evening was warm and humid.

 Was there a prime entity?

Is Gravity proof time exists?

Is blue hair dye a message from aliens?

Stay tuned!

Same Bat Channel!

 I was the ambergris twin

Puked up from a whale

Slimey and stinky

But not worth a hundred thousand

 i got a friend in Jesus

I'll go to the place that's the best

Norman Greenbaum knows

 The equestrian statutes

Were Confederate soldier laws

Enacted in a bygone era

Their breeches were grey

And their boots dusty

And bloodied

 I'll have a little gummie

To fucking calm down 

The landlord did some work on the roof  

After the last rain dripped heavily in my room

I don't have a lot of faith in his workmanship

And it's supposed to rain tonight

La dee da 

 I didn't buy any booze

And now I can't sleep

La dee da 

 The towers loomed bright

Oh thank God!

For the sidewalks at night

With a half moon shining bright

It was temperate with a slight breeze

When you walked out

 The Creature lurked

Around the corner

You knew it was there 

It had always been there

With hair on its face

And dripping fangs and talons

Wearing torn dungarees 

And Buster Brown shoes

But it needed to pee

 What does it matter?

It doesn't matter!

Not in the long run

Or even the short run

Is there a short run?

What am I talking about?

 The Morgan pied

Eye sore

Breaking the current

Of a swollen blood vein

"Some were too good for their

Own selves!"

Others lied about 

The dead

And some wrote shit 

 A Slam book cuss page

Ended us up in the Principal's office

I took the blame saying it was my book

One kid cried

But Karl Quimby wouldn't apologize

He thought the whole thing was stupid

And Mr. Rose was a jerk!

Hats off to KQ!

Another day in elementary school

 Drama class student

Said I was cynical

But I thought 

I'm just calling it like I see it!

 You had the eyes

Of a rainbow in March

But April showers

Bring the flowers

Or so they say

 That garage

Was cold and

Dark a two car garage

With one car

A white sedan

Hardly driven

 Some tree sap day

The snow was still there

Around the broken washing machines

At the end of a walk in the woods

 Enticed

By divisive entreaties

You who wore frayed corduroy

And cheap sneakers

There was a there there

But not here

 The marijuana petulance

Smells like a dealers living room

As he regales you with tales of why Viking women have mustaches

Or stories about 9-11

And you can't wait to get the bud and gtfo

So you and your friends can laugh their ass off

And then get Taco Bell and large Dr. Peppers

 Don't try to do the right thing at Peet's

White women will show you

No good deed goes unpunished

Elon Musk will be there laughing at you

With horns on his head

 Pervasive

Is your middle name 

Tyroid McAlluster

Pizza eating 

Motherfucker 

Deep into the night

Of Italy 

And Slovakia 

You shunted a briney hello!

How's yer ma?!

But there was no response

To Putin's death cry

 A Lioness

Purloined the Camaro drives

Unto 1979

Music hits

There was starch pants

And diamond linoleum 

A seeded sweating half cut six pack

Said 

What up

 The tabernacle!

Across an empty barren landscape

You sought the "triad"

It was enveloped in cream

You said This is Ridiculous!

But a somewhat honorable man in dark, dirty clothes

Shook his dusty, flaking, balding head!

"We are the children of God!"

He said 

-To respond-

you walked away

And got an Icee at 7-11

Oh thank heaven!

 Green was sorrow

Everlasting green

Shine!

Beneath the darkness

A moon smiles at you

But you have no memory 

 There was a yesterday 

Imagine if you will 

A Carl Sagan and 

Billions and billions of stars

A Bob Ross painting

A perm

Why? Who knows?

Mister Green Jeans knows

And so does the professor! 

But he's still stuck on the island

A three hour tour

 There was a giant hole

Where his life should have been

He thought maybe it was in the Tetons

Or Big Sandy Opening in Wyoming

In 1970 

listening to John Denver's

Country Roads

In a red VW Squareback

 The retard wore a silk coat

His mind was elsewhere

It didn't care about the beautiful young woman

In the pink taffeta dress 

He stared at the wall

And wondered about the intersection where

The 9 bus and the 53 met

If it would be raining at 10:12

Or if it would have stopped 

He went to the back of the room and 

Decided to buy a hot dog

 The borrowed

An old Leica camera

Was in the box 

He grabbed it and put it in his coat

Years later he would take a picture 

Of a man in Guadalajara 

Eating a taco

 A journey to New York

On a Greyhound bus

From Boston 

He wore his Grandfather's overcoat

And he looked pretty damn good

 A path to glory

The needless were subject to truncated trials

The part was anamorphic 

Some had black hair 

Some wore grey flannel 

Treason was amongst the mindful and 

The ridiculous

 The hedgehog 

He stood on a path in New England 

Holding a chocolate croissant

Wondering where she was

 A dream

Had to be shaken

F that 

I'll read the phone 

And then go back to sleep

Said the seven eyed blue giant 

 Emotions ran high

Amongst the populace

"Those bastards are fucking everything up"

We'll fight for our rights

Said your friend

 The creature of the white lagoon

Mesmerized by his phone

He articulated WSJ articles not redundantly

The streets were his lost belief

He funneled a lifetime of Hot Wheels

And friends childrens

And knew not what he was talking about

Something about Mt. Tamalpais

On mushrooms in the nineties 

 A green ladder gecko

Eating mosquitos in

Mayan beachfront property

 The bloom was on the parchment 

A thousand years hence

His bowl was wrapped

In the mind of his mind

He said but if

But there was no if 

What he saw is what there was

 Of course he was

Not entirely resolved

Like a Toyota Tacoma type

He was more of a Taco Bell or Wendy's

Type he said

 Some jumped the game

They were an entirety 

But not miss placed by those going to Sevilla

Some were black chess pieces

Some had spaghetti

Some were waiting in the wings

For a sidewalk seance

 The Queen ate a snail and died 

'Twas a small beast

And cooked properly

But her highness

Was made ill 

And subsequently

Passed away

Her nephew a small lad not yet nine became King

Words were whispered

 Four an twenty

By gum

We had a broken long rifle

I bashed his head in with the stock

Give thanks to our Lord

And many a day were before us 

As we walked from Shreveport 

To Mexico 

Thinking of tamales 

 The drunken boat

Was mired in redskin pursuits

We fled the massapequa 

At a clip 

Their painted faces

Were all the notice we needed

 Christopher Smart

Was kind of crazy

Said the gray whale to the sunfish

And so on and so on

 In an answer

The hurry to answer 

Was no longer considered 

A poor excuse

For comeliness

Or non-comeliness 

Such are the times we find ourselves in

The craven walls of dripping stone

Twenty feet high are really no barrier

To the thoughts of comeliness

Still your hair

Needs brushing

 The river has no end

siddharta cried beneath a bodhi tree

Until the book by Hesse came out

And he was all damn I'm famous

This begging bowl is empty

 There were no enemies

Nor illusions

What there is is what there is

Grass wood asphalt 

Your fucking dad

Lol

And a car with blue chipped paint

In a garage in Melrose, Massachusetts 

 A moon sign planted 

In the dark

A stolen file

To break the bonds

That hold you here

 I have a mirror

With an apple 

Red

Sleeping Beauty

Why!

Why not!

 Mooch the pooch the dog you own

Where do tortillas come from?

Where does death begin?

Whoa! Dude!

Lol

 Trashy trash

Down the street

Hey stfu

Behind dark glasses 

La dee da!

(Yelling at their dogs)

   (A sure sign)

 Lee keep 

Get the car back 

He was okay just kidding 

but I'm glad you guys got home 

 The Farm

Was in the way

So they bulldozed

And put in a four lane hiway

 A cretin

Drooling on his Ralph Lauren suit

Took off his spats

And proceeded to read

Ulysses by James Joyce

(Actually it was a Two Gun Kid

Comic book)

 Across the frozen tundra

Across the skree 

Broken rocks for a hundred miles

I read a book about an expedition tasked by the Queen of England

To sail to the North Pole

-After they accomplished this they were to find a

Northern Passage above Canada-

The author of the book was a junior officer on the

Expedition

His father 

was a portrait painter of English aristocracy 

The Jr. Officer was put into the Royal Navy at age ten!

At one point on their progress to the North Pole they

Loaded the ships onto the ice and proceeded to drag the boats 

Fifty miles on the ice northward

The navigator then took a reading of their location and

It turned out the ice 

Had been traveling south 

And they'd gone southward a hundred miles

I liken this to my life

 I read a poem

That kicked ass on any of my shit

But ya know 

I'm just a regular person

 I'm drunk

After my walk 

And a stop for two tacos, steak

With cebollas y cilantro

Nada mas 

Well, some chips

 I left you happy 

In an '89 car

With a cassette playing

Gone with the wind

 The April Winds

Blew like thin feral horses

In a Nevada backwash 

You stood like a movie title

Against a black background 

And the trailer voice proclaimed!

How magnificent it was!

 You had a memory like a sieve 

Oh Collander Beauty

Spaghetti eyes and arms

Red sauce between your legs

I danced for Parmesan

And Garlic

 I've seen you

In your silent way

Singing to yourself

Thinking you were on stage

But now you're just crumbs on the table

 I walked the totem tribune

Across white bread proclamations 

Your eyes were battened

With the flood

I purchased a white bull

But he had no milk

I thought about tomorrow

But it was already here