the flume

        was in the road

     By the bridge

      Near the emerald pools

                           Who do you think you are?

White Man (named Ramon)

    with a Timex watch?

      and shorts 

                    and a dress shirt

    taking pictures 

W a Swedish good bye

the Hasselblad of dreams

         You drank too much

    And swam a little

    And later had a steak

        And laughed

   And passed out

        On a sofa

 A creamsicle

  Fudg'icle  

               kind of day

Stop

              at the corner

                             be one with

Tttttt 

  the got it get 

GO

       Louis 

     is a Kansas City

          but who are you

                I'm sorry it's just

           Turpentine 

         or 

           tienes 

 A trojan 

  rejoinder

       masked 

    By do nothing

                 politicians 

      Sheep in wolves clothing

             following a 

   stone

    a rock 

       to its endless

         Spot by the Moon

           In 36 

      the Pyrenees 

         saw 

      sunlight 

Wait what?

I'll get back to you 

On Thursday

 I brought

  the opposite

Of what?

   Dunno

    A green meadow

     Was the last supper

                             Time was a bumper on a Chevy

things like that 

       my spacesuit

    were coveralls

      with Hip Hop 2007!

        hand painted on the back

                     but where was space?

           I climbed a jungle jim

              And reached 

    alpha centauri 

          Her name was Eleanor

           and I kissed her

                                In December's snowy weather

then I invited her over

        to my parents house

     for cocoa

      with little marshmallows 

 Okay

   I tried

    they can't all be winners

            Ya sit by down and do

        What you've done 

     A thousand times before

          But it just didn't 

click

       But the real problem is 

   The lack of critical analysis

        If they were all good before 

     Why wouldn't this be?

     Boom 

    Off to the publisher 

 I was a mountain man

   In the Finaglio mountains 

   north of Tecumseh

         I trapped wolverines

     Badgers and muskrats

      I drank fermented plum wine

most nights

     that a woman from 

  The Arumsa tribe had made

      She was taught by a French trapper

     a decade ago 

    but she still made it 

       she hated him and I think 

    she killed him using 

     poisonous mushroom

    In his chicken Marsala 

     Which she'd cooked

   with fermented plum wine

she didn't talk much

   but she sure laughed a lot

 I'm not

  

a thousand times

see the sky

the arches of the bricks

            with bird wings

         and a bagel w lox

      cream cheese 

            and red onions

              being a bank robber

        has its downsides

         there was a lot of 

                    early morning activity

                             I'm running out of thoughts

these are recycled

Ha Hem!

 I've got

rain

      In

   my shoes 

     life

   Poor woe

    Ah fuggit 

       Afraid

         of everything

                            Need eggs and pancakes 

        Are there pills

          for being human

     Some have experienced

Side effects 

Such as

Blah

  Blah 

Blah 

Nigori Sake!

                  And shrimp tempura

   White rice

       Iceberg lettuce

 w thousand island dressing

         Then go to the JTown 

    bookstore

        But the books are 

In Japanese 

 Appraised

   the Vulcan

      revolt

       of fleeing

                     so much aged 

                 in the face of fire

         trees blossom

 regardless 

         the planet

    will be fine

       better

            leave a note 

          pyramids aren't 

  alien batteries 

          

          

 

 Mojo

blecch

     Yer stinky 

                     And a dirty slob

    Some sunshine

   whithers 

     in the frost

      some beer

   Like Napoleon 

                        In a frosty A&W Root Beer mug

    But it's hot out 

        freaking hot

         a dry tri-valley

          summer heat

             Like Hunter Thompson

             And the Hell's Angels

      Eating bacon burgers

            and fries 

     at 3 pm

          In the shade

          In July

         And the tar is melting

          In the road

                          and even California tarantulas

        stay underground

      they're hairy

                         but they won't kill you

      You might worry

about Mad Cow disease

           or Baughmann's Western Wear

          a full size plastic

       horse was stolen

     Yet again

     But this time not by a lady

    in wheelchair

 Police Reports

    7 in one month

Of encounters 

In hallway

    And/or kitchen

With 

   Evil 

Menacing 

    Glares 

He threatened me with a fork

and the most menacing glare 

(No mention of plate of spaghetti in other hand)

 Grave

       Concerns 

     And 

 Matters indefatigable 

      Reports

    Of 

  Said 

    Behaviors

    Spending

   $100,000

      To

       Not 

    Sleep 

      Girlfriends

Haven't

Wanted 

     To be 

 As 

    Close

    As a person

Watching

    Tv

   In his 

Permanent 

    residence

   The

Living 

Room

 A simpatico 

    echelon

     of turmoil

     and trauma

     spelled

       mental illness

    to the police

   but accused 

    of saying such

   to them 

    then complaining

  how his 

      bottle

     for water 

    was moved 

      not once

                but twice!

      evidence surely

        of a harassment

        campaign

       personal 

        and 

     professional lives

               in ruins

           

 Maybe it's not an F all

              but it's close

                            No worries 

     all good

       just the same old crap

      sometimes maybe it's an F all

       sometimes it's just close 

         But it ain't like horseshoes 

    anyhoo

here's looking up your old 

 alley way 

F it!

 Maybe

maybe

    not

   It's an F all

                   kind of how's yer father

Out of the shower

    and into the frying pan

                          am I just trying to get through

      Jeez

 La dee da!

 German

parsimony 

       praising

       Cafe mit brot

      steins of 30 Oz

     lagers

   at 6 am

      train station

                In Düsseldorf 

         It's 

cold 

  and wet

        

 Too

   much

    for me

    myself

    Or I

  Too

  much 

    it seems

    So what?

      Get some bondo

       Smooth

  out

     those 

    dents

        Get 

      moving

        Work 

     like a

bee

Or

a grasshopper

     Or a chop

shop

 I

crafted

    a bygone

     day

   from 

   aluminum 

       siding.

      The trick

   was to

     not 

     embrace

          the

        homes

       sorrow.

         Needlessly

   I 

 tried

   but 

the solution

   was

   readily

       at

        hand in

     a homemade

    Bundt 

    cake.

    

 I had a breakfast

face like

                        an aardvark on acid

       riding in the trunk

           of a 57 Chevy Impala

                                  thru Niles Canyon Road

they said 

       there's a ghost of a woman

          Murdered 

      near here

          but all I could see

           were dead Ohlone

           holding stone bowls

        grinding acorns

     and smiling

           

 I'll 

buy

    the 

           translucent

    real

            days 

I'll

leave 

     behind

      everything

           I

     am

        the frost bit

          I

     am the 

           idiot

     who 

    Puedo hablar mucho 

perro no entiendo nada

Bucky Sinister 1993

Waiting for the five

Van Ness & Fulton

Dawn Oberg 1993

Aina Mu Veje 1993

Puerto Vallarta 1994

 

 I think I have hoarding issue dreams.

We camped about hundred yards from my van at a lodge but somehow all my stuff was in the lodge and we had to be out the next day so I was frantically going thru stuff trying to figure what to keep and how to get it to my van. My friends were no help being drunk and fooling around. I guess I have hoarder issues. I think my mom had them too. She held on to everything.

   Speak like a wandering trifecta dao-ist with

a talking electric owl

  In Tribeca 

   Or Soho

     with your four dollar leather 

  Shoe/boots

   And a worn out miasma therapist 

Asking if you love them

Of course I do baby

   Meanwhile back at the ranch...

 I rented a parallel universe

    Airbnb like biz

  but a person

     But they misrepresented 

 Themselves 

   I don't want to be an eleven armed sloth

  Trying to get my deposit refunded

   But in parallel universe

It's tough

  Please leave a message at the

Hgjjfjvvov

 I broke thee!

   bereft of brokenness 

    I bereaved the badass beaver

       of hats and beaver fur and hare

          in the 1986

Production of Beckett's

      Happy Days

             On 14th street near S.Van Ness

in the the dirty old part of town

      Not the Armory

     the other side

      Where the streets 

talk about 

    tacos al pastor

        But with pineapple?

      No

   Sorry

     It was the Napa Valley Theatre Co.

  (Lesbians) 

     But not in St Helena 

  or Rutherford

       or Oakville

          or Yountville

   certainly not Calistoga

        where I worked at the

   49 Minute Photo

(We also rented videos-zzzz)

   a gal showed me her ass one time

   whilst perusing video selection

 And there was a gal who trained me

   named Crystal

  Same name as my school bus driver

  but there the similarity ended

Happy Days had nothing to do with Potsie

Or the Fonz

  No one jumped the shark 

    

     

 I had 97 passing moons

   of alleged dark-side predominance 

  Silicon life forms sing 

Each has their own melody

  Together it makes language 

They have one goal 

   for their thousand plus years

  To keep their existence 

  a secret

 for they understand

  others

 there was a trifecta 

   parallelogram in your brain

       the chordal arrangement was Phrygian- the mode?

Was Orizaba #10

   speak like a wandering trifecta dao-ist with

a talking electric owl

  in Jupiters moons

Kilgore 

  beseech the oxygen

everything in space

is beautiful 

and there to 

          kill you

funny huh

  Not so 

   But you could have a fit

      Or not

  it's all how you react

To the poker hand 

You're given

Sometimes it sucks

  fold

Texas Fold Em

   

 

 

 Nobody's in a good mood

  It's fucking Presidents' Day 

  Everybody is pissed off

 Except the pigeon who walked into the

cafe. He's happy eating crumbs from 

bear claws and scones. The old 

Armenian yells at it and chases it out. He's dressed

like he's meeting a banker for a loan in 15 minutes.

I stand waiting to order while he listens to young 

woman complain her order isn't what she wanted.

Its Presidents Day

 I quit drinking

    but I still feel hungover in the morning

      just not quite as depressed 

What day is it?

Lol

 I saw a shining glittering object

   in the corner of my eye 

   Kaleidoscope vision 

a precursor to a migraine

  Or possibly retinal detachment 

Or a TIA

   who knows

I guess I'll go to the Ophthalmologist 

  Woohoo

They always say there's nothing wrong

   with your eyes

 I couldn't drink

or I wouldn't

   But I had a beer 

   Which my bowties 

  Out of a box

  It was supposed to rain

like nobody's business

  But it was just windy

 

 It's 

    all grey 

and bleak and boring out

the river is like the sky cloudy

   and dirty and when you dream

of drunk kids with boxes of cereal

and trench coats and they're stronger than you

at first and are they gay? but you get his arm

up behind his head and they're all hey

and you pin him to the ground but then you walk away but

over the sofa  it starts to tip over

it's swinging around the room

like it's gonna crash into something

and the girls laugh at you 

and you go to the kitchen but he follows you

and you wait for him

and continue fighting in the kitchen laughing

  and you threaten to break a box of cereal over his 

head and Hairy Jerry and then you wake up and 

the window is open and it's all cold and grey outside

But no rain

 a cleft in the morning ferrule 

    blinked by an earful

        of leftover beer bottles 

        Tell don't show 

she said

  but I had 

   nothing left to say

But the sun talked

Loudly and brightly

too bright

  Beneath a caldera

   A thousand creatures

  stirred

I finally fell into a pit

   But I dreamt of you

 the sorrow 

     brightens the blighted

     belief

 that one's self

   is neither here nor there

   that the spring

  of sadness is somehow one's own fault

Not the rock

  Not the ground

 The forces of nature

 Have they have nothing to do

With any of it

SF MISSION 2/16/24

 

 the mudslinging

    biosphere

        Madonna

     W child

                               In a theatre of Asparagus 

   proclaimed her love

                       like an incessant itch

    Captain Von Lewdy 

         Waited in the wild 

    Bourgeoisie house of

non temperance

 Im sturgeon fed

  bulloxed and blighted

  Like a giant fish

In a giant sea

   Whose eyes are

ships wandering the nautical miles

       Whose Essex mind comes to light

       At the sight of a lost floating giant container

   From Matson

    From Singapore

Headed to Long Beach

  But now floating in

the middle of nowhere 

 The blatant 

  Cavalry 

      gnosis

     projected 

        Dead Sea scrolls

                              At Custer's Last Stand

        Festooned with intricate arrows

And scalped mannequin like figures

    Of Bedouins 

     On camels 

     Eating dates 

             And slowly gathering

    Water from a drip

     On a rocky hillside 

                            Near North Dakota

 I go to the same coffee/BOBA shop

   almost every day and get a double espresso

I'll sit there for a while drinking the

espresso slowly

  yesterday I talked with the owner

  And he knew a boss of mine

from many years ago

  said he knew him well

but had nothing favorable to say about him

  even though he'd recently passed

but it didn't surprise me

I thought it was kinda funny actually

  turns out others thought him a cheapskate

  And kind of a jerk

Cest la vie!

 Not drinking

 and I'm hungry!

   I gained like ten pounds since September

But I've been eating well!

 Yum!

Hangovers can kinda suck!

   I'll wake up all depressed

and have to remind myself

   Hey it's a hangover

 You'll feel better

Now drink hot coffee

   And quit whining!

By 1 pm I usually feel better

Once I get out of the house 

  And walk around

Kinda fucked up life

 I'm leading!

 it's a long road to hoe

   is that how it goes?

  Why would you hoe a road?

  Something seems off

 I crafted 

   A nothingness

you made a thing!

   f you! 

   And your positive attitude

    You can't even see 

What you're doing

   But hope isn't 

What you need

I'm sorry I hope 

It works out

   But if not whatever!

  The breakfast place is still good

 I'm

Kind of a JERK

But that's nobody's bidness 

     But the rain in Spain 

Haha. 

  Here's looking up your old alley

  Once upon a tremor

  You smiled like a blossom

 And life was all you could hope

It to be 

 I had a marsdi lumens 

Reality

Like no one in the steadfast 

      But who are you?

   With all your piece of shit 

          Thoughts

Oh 

    Are you offended now

    You should have been 

Years ago

 The second

     Bottle is always trouble

Like a scorpion tattoo 

Like a rose in the blood

Of a dead person

Like a dream you never dreamt

   Like a book you don't want to read

 I started 

A major forensic 

     bowling shirt

      Medicine company

    There was little time

        Things needed to happen yesterday

     We thought about changing the 

     focus of the company

          To kinetic space travel 

      But the budget 

   Wasn't 

 There

 I once gave him a bag of mushrooms

But that was years ago

   Now he makes bagels 

  And 20 ounce coffees

I pay and leave

 Across the

  Glynis

        Frond

     Oh dare say 

        The bus 

 Is not 

 A harvester

We'll eat grasshoppers

      With caviar

But no one

Remembers

Breakfast 

   In Beyonces 

    World 

      Covered in camo

      And that German

Movie director

      At a southern grits

   Restaurant 

   South of the 

Appalachians

 Peace 

Pax

     Polyhedrons 

I'm eating a bagel w

Cream cheese

    Tomato and

Red onion

 G'Don

  Lived in his hometown his whole life. He worked at the local newspaper and sometimes wrote articles for motorcycle magazines.

He was kind of a blow hard.

He thought his family were Jewish poles because the rabbi in Florida would bring his animals to be slaughtered at his grandparents hog farm outside the town. 

He and his wife did extensive traveling through the south looking for records of his great grandfather who had left his great grandmother when she got rheumatoid arthritis. Supposedly he was also a drinker. The story was he got mad and left because there was no butter at dinner one night.

His dad and his aunt hated the father, destroyed every record of him and would never speak of him.

Don and Lorry found a record of him in an orphanage in Georgia but there was another orphan with exactly the same name. William Napoleon Norris. Two of them. With the same name. At the same orphanage. Sounds like a Dickens novel.

He told me when he was eighteen he went to visit his aunt, his dad's sister, at her home in Florida. The grandmother lived with them and wheeled herself around the house in a cart. He said it freaked him out a little.

We have pictures of her in a model T somewhere in the snow. Snow in Florida? Not likely. 

He said his uncle Carl was a building inspector who was given bottles of liquor by folks needing inspections but he and his wife, Don's aunt Gladys, were teatotallers and they had a giant cabinet filled with unopened bottles. 

Uncle Carl's real name was Carlos and was Spanish by descent. Carl and Gladys lived in the Florida Keys, in Marathon, and Carl had a nice big fishing boat. He kept a Winchester on the boat in case of the negros he said, but he didn't use that word which seemed unlike him. He always seemed like a decent guy. I guess that's the South. 

When my dad's mom died (she lived in the same town as Don) he went back and negotiated with Don about things from the estate. They worked it out and Don said he'd send Dads share. But when it arrived many things were missing. Don said he felt he'd negotiated poorly so he kept some things. That was it for Dad. His brother was a blowhard and now a cheat. He cut him off. Didn't want anything to do with him.