I dreamt

of the igneous (rock)

   casualties of

my childhood -

   sweaters with sheep?

and boxes containing 

plastic boats

I was "least enthusiastic student we have"

   said

my 

  mom

in a letter to her mother

    She'd grown up with two younger sisters

and I had two older sisters. Women girls and more girls.

Fuck that shit. 

   The same year my teacher said I was one of the most enthusiastic students she had and I was a joy to have in her class. 

  And I was what six?

Earlier I think they thought I was gay because I had a lisp.

So I did speech classes with hot UNH collegiates. 

Problem? Solved.

 I had the rotund

Erudition 

Plied like a cubicle life

I was the forgotten 

Field of dreams

In Antietam 

The Lucky store

Of Civil War

The Ohio

Of dead 

I was the pavement licking

Your asshole

Of the please please please me

And all the Phillip Roth

East coast counterparts

Moving to the storm

Sturmindrang 

Casualties like a movement destroyed

We just want to raise the 

The little babies

Won't you STFU

 Turmeric crimes

Continue

  Fucking endlessly

   seasoned by 

Christopher Columbus 

Pissaro

    And the ...

Well you know

 Bumpers aren't 

Your face

               Smooth 

   Out 

     The blue Jeaned 

   Hijinks 

      Bikinis

   Micky Big Mouths

   In the back of a long bed

65 Chevy 

   Pale blue 

On Hwy 17

    Oh the days

   Are gone

Of dreams

   And girls

 Crater or Caldera?

What happened to Icees

By Robert Frost

 The bereft

I like that word

Seasonal nothingness 

Old broken washing machines

The last place you'd find snow

In the forest

 I don't know what to do

Who am I?

I'm a toaster in True West.

I'm not John Malkovich

Somewhere there's a story

About meteor showers 

And sleeping outside 

 Echofisk

or VYL

Listening to a cassette tape 

made by my sister Jane

Jane covered the ceiling with a batik

I painted a white racing stripe 

On the hood 

The paint is a faded unidentifiable color

Dad bought it for twenty five dollars

in Livermore CA in 1973

I painted a (stencil-like) high contrast image

of John Lennon screaming 

on the drivers side door

"Early one morning when we first met

soon to be divorced"

blasts out of the hidden speakers above the back seat

also covered with batik

Hot days and cold nights 

Smoking marijuana and getting drunk

High school

 The Calamity Rain

Is no laughing matter

But let's not forget 

 Wait what am I talking about

It's Wednesday I have no job

I order books online

And they pile up

Sometimes they're good

Other times not so good

I went to the library and saw a book on the librarians desk

I asked can I check that out?

Dude librarian: NO

Woman librarian seated next to him: We can put one on reserve and have it delivered here.

Me: Okay!

We haven't had rain in months

 Antediluvian characters 

In a 

    Respected

death visage

       You

Time 

      Was

Not on your side

     You

   

    Had Ginsbergian 

   Titles

  Finger knockers

 A La Espana 

     And signed books with drawings

 

and drawings

    with pencils 

H or B

   Figures encased in plastic 

   You settled for Tamales 

or plantains

   or Quesadilla Suiza

 with steak

Cuz 

   

   the Swiss

Eat steak  

Like Bank Accounts

And yer ma

  Hated Indian food restaurants 

Saag Paneer

   But what are these cubes?

Fucking cheese

Eat!

 Movement mediatory

The dream of side streets

A pizza place with a standard name

You drank a Sprite 

And thought that's pretty good 

You're exactly what's wrong in this world