Friday, February 28, 2025

 Greasy Jeez Louise

Say it like you mean it
there is no halfway
  except pretty much always
   Falling half way down the stairs
    Crying half way
     You have the temper 
        but you look sad
     I tried and got half way
    I half tried 
  But that's neither here nor there

 Greasy Stuka uprising

   on fertile plain
  what eyes 
  Rising again
    seed the brains 
      of need a leader
        salamanders frogging and flaying
      playing at hatred
        

 Greasy skies attract

   like mountains 
granite marble evergreens firs shoe leather
sweat and straps
boots and brown fish 
  and a hunk of fatback
bacon 
  to fry them in
a purple backpack
and
 a cubs hat Carolyn brought back from Chicago
  and a dog 
we didn't see another person for three days
  a hand drawn road sign
DO NOT TAKE FLATT'S ROAD!
YOU WILL DIE!
  I guess I'll go the other way

 Greasy dreams aspire

  to the toads
minnows in the pit
   gravel road 
   And cherry sno-cones
  Saturdays playing pick up games
  glove on bike handlebars
   stop at 7-11
     Oh thank heaven!

  

 greasy days ahead

  wallow in it
   the murk 
     let the tears and blood and 
      let the time
       betray what you think
         throw it away
            It's useless
  Less than 
      it's downright dangerous
       It's a box of shells
         With no rifle
  Watch the fire
     watch the fingers
        Watch the tv
     Explode in your face
         Watch Bugs Bunny
            What's up Doc
         and the path to the path
            to perdition
        is paved with smiling eyes
           and lollipops
               
                   

 Greasy dreams awake

  forget the foreboding
  Fight back!
  forget the dismissals
  I'm no Robinson Jeffers
   No Keats
    No Yeats
     No Robert Frost
       No Pokemon
   No Swamp Thing

 















 

 Greasy dreams asleep

Say what you will
    The sidewalks don't talk
   trees lose their leaves
    The sky is grey
   In February 
   You sleep with the window open
   and a lamp is on 
all night 
  no reason
 (So you can see who is attacking you!)
you drink ice cold coffee from a can
    And eat noodles with anchovy paste 
Je voudrais aller!
   at 3 am
    Time slips thru your fingers 
     like powdered sugar
    On a lemon custard donut

 Greasy dreams await

the bougainvillea 
Shady characters 
and myopic cats
  She wore white
   With blue nail polish
   It was a nice day
  

Thursday, February 27, 2025

 Greasy dreams await

the window is open 
the fan is on as usual
It helps with tinnitus 
It was warm today which is different 
a gal was sleeping with her head down 
at a table in the cafe
I tried to make music 
but it wasn't happening 
Sometimes you do 
and sometimes you don't 
lately when I record I can hear
myself heavy breathing 
It fucking sucks
I wore two masks but it sounded even louder
I think cuz I was breathing thru my mouth
MOUTH BREATHER!


 

 I used to drink in a Japanese ninja motel bar

the bartender knew my name
and played old country tunes
& ate noodles and tuna poke
Life was a dream
but I can't drink like that anymore 

 You got no eyeliner

your presents are old books
  and vcr tapes
you push your way 
   through a crowd 
     Of Seventies ski jackets 
    and boxes of reel to reel tapes
   you awake hungry
  and groggy eyed
   you pee in a bottle
    and drink chicory coffee
    you don't believe the internet
it's all lies

 I ran a bat dream Japanese ninja store in hell

but nobody noticed
My eyeliner
   I had a Hyundai
   but I couldn't tell you what color it was 
  Or rather is
   I drove it cross country and back
See America First!
  my dad used to say
  but I think he was just cheap
  I have a photo of him
looking like he's going to some foreign country
 as a counter spy
in college he studied Russian and Engineering
SPY vs SPY
  I STUDIED PSYLOCIBIN AND BASKETBALL AT THE COLLEGE OF WHAT THE FUCK.
there were Redwoods 


 I got no gripes 

things are what they are
But goddang 
Haha
   I got a chicory New Orleans style coffee
   in a little milk container
  Outside its 60 degrees and getting
sunnier 
I smoke too much
    laid out in bed 
   looking at the sky
life goes on

 I dreamt about nothing

fur lined streets of hazy skies
Boo bah
  Meow 
  

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

 in 1972

my friend bought a blue baseball glove
I got a two toned glove but both were brown
One shade darker than the other
it was a Brooks Robinson model
"The human vacuum" 
that guy could play some third base 
"The hot corner"
As an adult I played on a men's hardball team
Mission Baseball Club
It wasn't a league 
just a bunch of guys who'd come out on Sunday
half the guys would go out in the field 
and the other half would be up
those were the teams that day
One time Johnny was playing third base
he got hit by a hard grounder in the neck
after a bad hop
He thought he was fine
But that night things started to go wrong 
a clot had formed in his neck and had gone to his brain
luckily they took care of him and he was fine
but ya gotta watch that hot corner 


 

 North Dakota

bought and paid for
potatoes were big there
spuds
giant lumberjack and
Babe the blue ox
we stopped and got burritos
they had potatoes in them
"There are no rice or beans here"
they said proudly
we ate them and they weren't that great
but what are ya gonna do?

Tuesday, February 25, 2025

 Growing up I had a friend whose mom raised Persian cats.
She must have had 30 or 40 of them. I thought they were ugly with their pushed in faces and there was cat hair everywhere. 
She had a little transistor radio on top of the refrigerator and she kept it tuned to a country and western station. 
Yuck. 


 

 I could go see D.

But I'd just end up getting fucked up.
We'd get high and watch weird tv.
I'd spend hours there until I figured he probably wants me to leave, that's why he put that shitty music on.
I'm not real good at taking a hint. 
La dee da

 The sun is too fucking bright out

I fucking hate that.
It's like living in LA.
Or Arizona or some shit.
Fuck that.
I live here because it's supposed to be all foggy.
Foggy SF.
With evening foghorns blasting in the distance.
One time a foghorn was so loud it sounded like the ship was two blocks away.
I swear to God.

 The creatures ate the wide eyed ladies

they had no sympathy 
did you see the dress on that one?!
She tasted pretty good!
 They moved on to the next town

 I got nothing to do

so I smoke cigarettes
read books
play guitar
I like to play guitar
I record it and add other instruments 
all on my phone
It doesn't sound bad
I'm definitely not a great musician 
most of it is downright not good
but I keep at it
some of it's not bad
that's the best I can say

 I flew in a double decker airplane in 1972

We went to Milwaukee to visit the grandparents.
In the back of the plane was a large circular staircase.
It led up to a piano bar. A piano bar on an airplane.
A man was playing the piano and people were smoking and drinking Tom Collin's and Gimlets and other assorted drinks. People were all well dressed and there was much gaiety.

 I don't feel real

I don't know
It's weird
 nothing seems real

 I wore a phony smile

all the world had become slightly odd
pills they gave me for my blood
had changed my brain
I trudged through life
legs like cement
the doctor kept prescribing more pills
"I'm worried about the..."
smoking and drinking probably didn't help
It ain't romantic
I boozed to forget it all
but then I got tired of it
Yuck booze
I drank so much 
every night
and did nothing much
so I quit 
And now I do nothing much but sober

 I heard a foghorn last night

off in the distance
  It sounded like it was 1969
I was in bed smoking
   with the window open

 The stars were put there for me

   I called out but the reply
was a gaggle of geese
I walked on
  I wonder if the Chinese place is open?
Kung Pao chicken waits for no man

 I moved like a broken cowboy 

   in a porn movie
my mustache was like the seventies
   I had no ADHD
   no pancake driven dreams
Leather chaps 
  and a corvette 
yellow and dripping oil

Monday, February 24, 2025


 

 There was no sigh of relief.

Cars were everywhere. The music played and played.
Some kind of African guitar and drums and some shaky thing. It went on and on.
Outside the sun poked through. A bus went by.
 His chakras were not aligned.
Birds chirped. 
The streets were wet.
African music played.
He was not in Africa.

 The cafe played Soweto street music.

 The hobo said

"It's another day. Nothing special about it."
As he drank his latte.

 









 I don't know nothing

I got a handle
on you
you're nothing
But I don't know you
Say la vee 
Je m'apelle Pinche 
  what's your name
  Bright Skies?
   Solemn Swine?
I just dunno
 I drank sake yesterday
 It cost one dollar
  at that price 
   who could say no?
     Everybody else
     but it was fun
    It's nice to drink booze
Occasionally 

Sunday, February 23, 2025


 

 We crafted Brinks armored car emotions

   drove to atm's of despair 
  left deposits of sadness
and rage
 cashed it in
  left broke
 sometimes penniless 
   sometimes rich 
  the west bank 
     the banks of the river Thames
   the burial place of Pocahontas
  he banked it
    and ran
the side eye
   the no left turn
      the complacent
the Salmon fight
  up the river
to spawn and die
  bears fattening themselves
before sleep
   the carjacking of America
the sleep that burns
  the "ya gotta pull the hammer all the way back"
  ADHD 
    and RFK Jr has polio of the brain
or a worm
We crafted a USA of Slavery and Genocide 
  we the people
get screwed

 cremated wind

  ponders your past
the Frost house
  Davis Ave
  the Ho Chi Minh trail
(my dad named it)
  to the creamery
through the woods
behind our house
via railroad tracks
  an elf circle
and a found felt hat
  accused of stealing
  I found a home plate (baseball)
in the woods
   the 2nd grade boy got hit in the head w a baseball bat
  I was taking him to the school nurse
  when she ran up and yelled at me
"YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO MOVE HIM!"
I would imagine she's dead now 
  I was in second grade you stupid bitch
  But you were probably stressed out

 egregious

  to a fault
bad to the bone
  107.7
on your radio dial

 death ponders 

a sullen good bye
 stealing memories
  There are no chess games
     Max Von Sydow

 Greed courses 

Through blood veins
    eyes red and swollen
   skin dry and flaky
    hands shaking
   the bourbon gets poured
    as we listen to Merle Haggard
    who died of double pneumonia 

Saturday, February 22, 2025

 My feet hurt

I don't know why. I like to walk. Maybe I need better shoes. Who knows?
I took my film in to be developed and scanned. 
La dee da


 

Friday, February 21, 2025

1969

We drove cross country in a red VW Squareback. We stopped in Illinois at some friends of my dad's and we watched the landing on the moon. We watched it in their basement and it seemed like it took forever. 
When we got to California we stayed at Stanford University in a dorm. My dad was teaching summer school classes there. There wasn't hardly anybody living in the dorms during the summer but there was a nice youngish guy who lived there and he had a tv. We didn't have a tv in our dorm room. He asked if I wanted to come over to watch tv. I was all heck yeah. I loved tv.
One time when I was playing baseball by myself the ball rolled into the shrubs by the dorm. I had to get on my hands and knees and crawl in to get it. I found a wine bottle with fluid in it and a rag stuffed into the bottle. I thought that's weird - why would you put a rag in a bottle? Years later I realized it was a Molotov cocktail. 
Ka-boom!

 When I was ten I played golf with my Great Uncle Werner.

Uncle Werner owned a dairy farm in Wisconsin. He was a very nice old gentleman and he offered to take me out to play golf.
Uncle Werner was married, I think, but I don't remember his wife. I don't think they had any kids. But I might be wrong.
Being ten I had never played golf but I played baseball and had a pretty good swing. On the first hole he let me go first. I swung back and hit the ball as hard as I could and it went straight down the fairway. 
"Wow, not bad!"
Uncle Werner got in place and whacked the ball. He shanked it and it went into the trees. That's all I remember.







 

 I'm tired

I went for a long walk after lunch. It's a beautiful day. 
Some guys were playing jazz in the park. I listened to One Note Samba by Jobim. Then I moved on. Down the street people were doing their people things in the park on a beautiful day. 
Now I'm home and my feet hurt and I'm tired. This is what happens when you get old. 

 Did you have a falling tree

in your brain?
  Well I did
   She said you're a toy caboose
I said you're a papoose
  Then the fun started
 We had linguini and clams
   I had a Pernod 
  and drank so much water
I  almost died
 Good grief 
that's a day 

 The craters fell

   into a dance
     blackened by beautiful sunshine
       caldera's last name
    Was unknown
  the roads went through the woods
  Her name
was seen on a sign
   by the cafe/bar/gas station
  maybe a coincidence
we could hear the oceans roar
     Joe was not drunk
  let's stop and get a steak!
 and that was the beginning 

 Aggrieved 

    I'm taken
   why? 
      I've got no choice but it's unfortunate 
  turkeys on the road 
    at war with everything
  curses the doorbell
   spilled beer around the sofa has stained
his mind
   Perhaps it's unfair!
   Issues I think
 best to just let it be

Thursday, February 20, 2025

 The blues were marked

open eyed drunk
leaping and falling
crying and laughing 
The blues didn't care
He's drunk!
Let's go get some tacos
Hmm good idea-
He'll be here when we get back!
they caught a 52 toward the ocean


 

 Grief has no sidewalks

    stumbling but not looking
   you part your hair on the other side
    the mirror is backwards
   But it doesn't matter
   It's Thursday and you have nothing to do 
   The sun is shining on a bright blue sky
  You say fuck it put
your pants on and get on with it

 Blues & Haikus

  stoned on the edge of the western shore
    Oaks and firs
  a breezy day
   with tourists buried 
    and old Victorian sculptures missing a leg
  and an arm
  Diana the Huntress
  watches from her broken pedestal
  She calls out her hunting cry!
 But there is only the wind
a squirrel scampers
up a tree


 

Wednesday, February 19, 2025

 Don Cuco 

would come to take care of the plants- the tiled
patio was covered in plants - like a 2nd floor Jungula-
he was always dressed nice and he would sweep up and trim and water the plants. Don Cuco wanted to marry Teresa but she wasn't having any of that. 
Don Cuco lived with his mother out by the river and was very religious. 

 No Tire La Basura Antes De Ocho

Down on the street he put the sign 
but it didn't matter
they did what they wanted to do
On the corner the old guy with the skin affliction
had a torta shop- he'd make you a good cheap torta
Don Pedro
No sign on his shop- they said if you have a sign
you have to pay taxes-
at night two young sisters would sell tacos
they just set up on the sidewalk
75 cents for a taco 
and they were good

 Mole Pipian 

green mole- I thought mole was like
chocolate but
this they said was from pumpkin seeds
twenty years later they were still there
but no Pipian

 another freeze dried morning 

It's easy 
not as good but  
it reminds me of my dad
he always made freeze dried coffee
in Mexico we'd sit with a view
of the Bahia Banderas
and the large church
and drink our coffee
Teresa would make breakfast
you could hear cars and old beat up trucks
downshift to make it up the steep hill

 I woke up early

Mom needs to get shots in her eyes
My sister and I double team her
It makes it somewhat fun
poor old gal can't remember much 
but she's still here
she can identify people in photos
If she adjusts her glasses
I tell her "You're old!"
and she laughs

 A croak

from her
blossomed into the night
What day do we leave
I don't think I can go
I'm not in any shape for all that
That's the way it goes
haven't heard from her since
But what did I expect 
She's ten years younger than me

Tuesday, February 18, 2025

 The madness corroded the telephone

until all was lost
sounds bad
  but there's still chipmunks 
and a form of Komodo Dragon

 I went and got bacon and eggs for breakfast

at some semi-fancy French restaurant
everybody was speaking Mexican 
maybe it was a region in France
the best part was they don't take tips
I guess I saved six bucks
Woo - hoo!

 The days click by

like horses at the glue factory
I slept from 8 pm to 6 am
then I went to get my new prescription 
Sorry your insurance didn't approve it so it's 
$1297.63
You're sorry? Nah


 Until said discoveries

   are impugned 
Until storied times
   are released
   like frost houses 
    and van trappists 
      in cancer zones
         Maria! 
      when you're a jet...
Until screams are released
   and cries are 
   turn left at Greenland 
    sigh and pretend
everything is going to be ok

 Slammed my head

   on Bristol 
    binomes 
  slept amongst
     trolls under the bridge 
  ate bangers
    A true time
   see the flowers 
      in your mind
 the world is failing?
   nah just gotta roll
  with the spiders

Monday, February 17, 2025


GET A BOTTLE OF CLEAR ALCOHOL

 

 Jesus asked God 

When was my birthday?
God being a typical dad didn't know.
Christmas he said

 I can hear beeping

    like an eighties car alarm
  but just beep beep beep
what is that?
  who knows?
   who cares?
  Somebody getting in their car 
       going to who the fuck knows where
     but they have purpose
I gotta go! 

 in the old days

  I'd get stoned and type 
on a cheap typewriter
    about Napoleon of the streets
      or the last fair deal gone down
   I got tons of old stuff
     in boxes somewhere
   now it's all online
   No more paper
    no more boxes
 just hiding away
   Online somewhere
  with four or five unknown readers 
Out there going
   this guys fucked up
Haha
   Ah it's another day
   the sun is kinda shining
  friends are posting
   from Cozumel
   cuz their home is -16 w wind chill
   Im pretty lucky for 
  a guy who really didn't do much

 Relentless

casual cadence
I try
   but it's fate I
think
   the sidewalks
   stare at me accusingly
   but I keep moving
    if I don't walk I'll
die gotta keep the blood
 flowing
    sometimes a young gal
    will look at me
      but I'm too old for that
       I get perturbed at
          people on bikes
     on the sidewalk
     I'm a grumpy
   old man

 I got no hope

I creep along
an old white haired man
   on my way to a Chinese restaurant 
    or a double espresso
   I sit and watch people come and go
    then I get up and go look at CD's at a giant record store
 $2.99 for Greatest Hits
   $4.99
  $12.99
  too expensive
 I pick out a couple cheapies 
   then I put the CD's in the car 
  and go back to my cave

Sunday, February 16, 2025

 a dreamer

   walks in memories
don't pass
   the tequila
      the lime 
    the salt
  don't cry 
   don't laugh
    don't turn on the tv again
 what town is this 
  Motel 6 has a safety valve 
  As long as you pay
you can stay
   but why would you want to?

 Gravel toothed and Lordy lord

    swaying in the evil wind
brackets and turds in your ears
    torn up sneakers and knees torn
out jeans 
    that horse died years ago 
      put on the leather
    Severin
    remind of 101
      or 17 thru Los Gatos
   with the stories of the streets
   the tapes are worn out 
you lived another day
   another time 
your face has changed

Saturday, February 15, 2025


 

 blow me down

   like a squall
a sunstroked clam digger
   selling fries
    to Washington DC
     news
Slay the course- be
   not 
tried and rued 
   and battered and bruised

 sycophant news

   Please spread 
tribes of sycophants
breaching the breeches 
bust or death
   live stupid or die
    pass the New England
Take 
   take 
      take
   

Friday, February 14, 2025


 

 parading the monsoon

   speech
      pants soaked
    socks and shoes wet
dripping and shaking 
  hello another day
    


 

Thursday, February 13, 2025

 Jimmy lived in a nice house on the hills overlooking LA.

His mom worked for a movie studio. She was on the phone a lot. Jimmy wasn't really sure what she did.
Roscoe was whimpering and scratching at the sliding glass door. 
Jimmy opened the door and Roscoe took off like a shot.
"ROSCOE!"
Roscoe was usually kept on a leash outside. 
He could see Roscoe and where Roscoe got over the fence. 
"ROSCOE! COME HERE!"
Roscoe was running through the scrub brush towards the next house. Jimmy wasn't sure who lived there. The Williams had moved to Spain and Jimmy didn't know who was living there now. He'd seen a fancy car but nothing else really. 
"ROSCOE!!"
Jimmy went out and climbed over the fence and followed where he saw Roscoe had gone. It was toward the neighbor house. 
"ROSCOE! ROSCOE! COME HERE!"
He could see the neighbors deck and the door was slightly open. The car was gone though. 
He got up near the house and yelled out. 
"HELLO! ANYONE THERE?"
He could see Roscoe running around in the house.
"Gosh darn it!"
"ROSCOE!"
"HELLO!!"
He walked up to the door and looked in. It was pretty nice inside but kinda messy.
"HELLO!" He shouted. 
He stepped in and looked around. He didn't see Roscoe but he saw a gun on the coffee table. It was next to a large mirror with some white powder on it. 
'Huh, a gun.' He thought. 
He'd never held a real gun.
He picked it up.
"P-KEW P-KEW, I'm shooting bad guys!"
There was a large oil painting of a man in a fancy suit over the fireplace. 
He pointed it at the man's forehead and pulled the trigger.
BLAM!! The gun went off and put a hole in the painting right at the man's forehead. It frightened the heck out of Jimmy and he dropped the gun. 
Roscoe had shown up and Jimmy grabbed him by the collar.
"Come on Roscoe! Let's get out of here!"



 

Jimmy didn't want to go to school.
He didnt like Mr. Showalter. 
'He's faking.'
"JIMMY!"
He heard his mom calling him.
He rolled over. 
"Jimmy! Get up! You're late!"
"I don't feel good"
"What's wrong?"
"My tummy hurts"
"Mom has a meeting this morning"
"I don't think I should go to school, I don't feel good "
His mother looked perplexed. 
"Well, I have to go but I'll be home around lunch. Will you be okay here by yourself until then?"
"I think so"
"Okay there's cereal on the table if you get hungry, I'll see you around 1 o'clock. Bye sweetie"
His mom left the house got in her car and headed down the road. 
Jimmy got out of bed. He was wearing his pajamas with the NFL logos. Roscoe the dog came running in.
"Hi Roscoe!"
Jimmy sat at the table and poured himself a bowl of fruit loops. 

 An old rabbit had lost his patience

 " I'm not sure why they think we're so cute and then
we get eaten by coyotes. "
The wolf concurred.

 Time and Death were getting a drink

    "Your round, buddy"
They had Fernets. 
  Death put some music on the jukebox
It was not the Grateful Dead. 

 Greece was not there

    but Sardinia lives
in his memory
   of rainy days
   musty train seats
     dirty hotels and 
   bad food
  It was a good time

 The sleek gravity

    of endodorphic sensitivity
     a filial remorse like spaghetti-O's
        sprayed the cherub with tears 
           the night was cloudy

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

 The plebe sat on his hands

"I should get a job" he thought
So he opened a shop to tell futures
It wasn't hard he asked a few questions and bingo here's your future
Few vary from their path or fate

 Snow stopped the wastrel in his tracks

And so the story goes.

 Played the magician

dealing with Death but Death is not the brightest of Xmas tree lights.

Tuesday, February 11, 2025









 

 Stop

saying shit
     like who's it for?
       pull up yer socks
         Eat some green beans
                    are you awake?
               In time
           my friend
     there will be time
for armadillos 
and parrots
     driveways and 
green hoses
   righteous 
    calligraphy 
    Serious 
   seriphs 
         and San Seriphs 
      you would know
       from Monterey
       to wherever you are 
      now that time
       isn't that funny
    that time has a particular 
look on its face
        a look
               like what the heck
             is going on?
           But you can 
forget it all 
     it will all come 
back to you
tomorrow 
    

 Greed

     isn't 

ready

 for you there ain't

No sun






 Cretoid bartering
a flags 
   heartbeat 
    Wrapped in hobo 
  jacket large crudely hand-done
patches
   drinking coffee
on a cold old man 
  day
watching the old man world 
    go to hell in a hand basket
Riding the rails
    Hobo stick with hobo sack
In his head
attached near Iowa City
   detached near San Luis Obispo
with a large jug of 
   Gallo Chianti
half empty
   and a can of sterno
to heat up a can of
beans

 Sail on silver girl

   what ? Oh I don't know
See the Parthenon 
   Pathogenic refunds
   like adrift at sea
where you headed?
  Nowhere baby ! Nowhere
I was there yesterday 
  It ain't all that
  Bootsy says hit on the one
then ya got room to play
Drive on 
   drive on


 

 I grifted a thousand

   Years of yesterdays 
Sat at Wendy's 
  And heard the oil on the road
 talk trash 
  But my car still worked
What town is this?

 Clean up yer 

  Stormy skies
lift a ton
  and excuse yerself 
for now is just a fragment
 of your rose colored glasses
hippie

Monday, February 10, 2025

 Bremen brethosaurus 

   breathing in fumes
smoke and disaster 
  the frosty Queen of death
  serving ides of March
   amongst the believers
    wetting themselves again
      to show their loyalty
        lining up to be sacrificed 
          Blood dripping
   from their open heart cavity
  and tossed down the pyramid as
He welcomes another
  And soon to be cast aside
    Like the wrappers on a Big Mac


 

 I ran the 400

once 
years ago but fucknA
now I doubt it high blood pressure 
high glucose
  cholesterol okay
I'm old! My college housemates both gone.
life goes on - I'm trying here!
My A1c is too high
   Endocrinologist is gonna put me on Ozempic
Weekly infusions- what will that cost?
Ah cry cry cry
  I'm still the baby
"I cry a lot"

 Jumpin Jehosaphat!

land ho! Skyward monkeys!
turn to bologna sandwiches turn turn
see the night dreams in your hair
  watching for signs 
  believe the murderous crows
  waiting at the window 
    watching and waiting
      Outside a truck beeps
Beep beep beep
as the hammers continue
No nothing to eat here 
 Black birds 
  No 3 peeks
  No drama just another day
   of what to eat
but I gotta pee again

 It's Monday morning

I can hear them banging on a nearby roof- working on an extreme angle three flights up- they do it every day- it ain't no thing- just another day

 Blessed are the holy ones-
those without names- the leaves of green-
the sumptuous fur of beasties- who are happy to
just be here-what am I going on about?- don't
really know- citrus workers aren't showing up- fruit is rotting - 

 scattered showers

not today
Oh lord the sun is bright in my madness
the whole world has gone mad except
everybody I see or talk to
Strange if must be AI
ignore the innernets they have gone
mad or crazy or something

Sunday, February 09, 2025


 

 I try to forget about it all 

   but it's not that easy
wolverines and marmots
   sage on the sidewalk
 blood writing 
  the price of eggs!
   Oh what are we talking
 We're talking about some pixie yer trying to screw
 Put that cocoa down!
  ABC
Always
Be
Cobbling
 Awoke
to the Marxist sky
  to each
according to their need
  Go USA!!

 Supposed to be the coldest day in 13 years

but I'm not buying it 
I wore shorts to the store last night
It's beautiful and sunny out
It's Super Bowl Sunday
  but I prefer a snow covered football field
   Probably not in New Orleans