Bluuuub

    blue borg 

newsforatu

  suck da buhlood 

say my wishes

One 

Do 

Tree

Tank oo

Biddy undressed the tomatoes 

and so it goes 

  (Mr Vongut)

     Mythaca New Yeark

  Is Borges

  Say'n bye and bye

the snores and the pity

  of some other folks

Peter waits at the gates

  

 days

roll by

               one after t'other 

       not anything

   to cry about

    really

     just 

       La dee Dada

         Mesmo-riding 

     On a circus 

fat lady

   the bearded platypus

  mosaic

   Misantropes 

    La dee dah

    Gaudi

   was very religious

         So's most of Spain

      La Santa Semana 

       old ladies weeping 

    And

  Purple Ku Klux Klan robes

But those jamon sandwiches are cheap

 and good

 

 salacious 

 

   and perturbed 

perturbing 

      and just waiting on the world

      ah well

      I'm no expert 

           It's another day

   5 am

     dark morning

   cold cold brew

and hungry

 

 

 

 I've lost myself

in another round 

of self survival

beating my chest

thumping my head

Walking and walking 

Excedrin and Eplerenone 

I toured and trounced the muddy ways

of ditches and alleys of boredom and sadness

I tried and tried but it's hardly relevant

I'll just give it away and let the wind carry me

Where it will 

 

 SMOOTH

URSELF

             

Take a break

   GIVE IT A SHOT

IN TIMES 

LEAVE IT TO NO ONE    

don't fret about nuthin

Dumbass

EXCORIATE 

What dat?

          smooch

   Smoochie day

   

    

 Rainy day vote day

    take your cheat sheet

take yer umbrella

  get it done

   Ya vote'

 get yer sticker

   wear it proud

   They say 

Politics is the entertainment division of the 

Military industrial complex

  Ok

 Who do you want to be entertained by?

 

 Penrose said 

    this

Penrose said

   that

Penrose knows 

  the whys and wherefo's 

Penrose steals

  a glance 

    at heels 

 and a Maserati

Penrose tries

to get up in the morning

Penrose thinks 

  of a story

  not about you 

not about me 

   But about the 

ladies dancing in the streets

in his hometown 

 Parallax

  alternate 

Universe

    gravity 

 Leaks 

   Cause 

       black holes 

     Penrose 

said

but 

 proof

just a theory

Like a turtles dreams

or used car dealers

 gloomy

     Monday 

     sinking

                          with bacon & eggs

                          and buttery toast 

   the ladies

   are busy 

    riding bikes

     and playing croquet 

in the East Bay

 

 What's 

         loose

and cookin

Buy write

      words 

           towirds

                birds

    Bluebonic 

       plague 

and the African 

diseases 

   Tse 

      tse

   Lao Tse flyby

casual Tangiers Tanguy

     the machine that destroys itself

In NYC

  cookin 

  and lookin 

  buh byes

     Weren't for you

         you stood on solid ground

            You knew what's what

   in the lost casbah

  call to prayer

 You drank the drinks

Spanked the Sphinx

A ladies head on a lions body

   she lost a shoe 

in another day

   wore makeup

for cats 

  and papyrus letters

Outlining how much beer

   and you didn't even pay attention 

 I've 

   broken 

   the patttern 

      the fall back

    started with mouse chewing

I thought but it was the

    rain outside

I've 

 I've

 I've

Got to stop

Got to go

Say goodby

Say hello

    To whats become of me

and cows and hills and trees

La dee dah dee dee

 Sunlight

in the sky

It's another day

same stuff 

    same   

       same 

          same

     I never see stars

       in the city

           

 Moving

   sloth like

Actually no not moving

sedentary and sinking in to the ground

  the worms are claiming me

   The dirt smells fresh and clean 

compared to what I've been through

  the sullen looks

and sarcastic snides

Laughter

    and coffee

What did I do to deserve this?

   no good deed etc

       etc

              Extra strength excedrin 

ploughing the furrows 

of humanity 

  Echelons of animal behavior

in the guise of civilization 

Blah 

    Blah 

        Blah

The merry ways go on

    Drinks

  Dancing

  Dessert 

Running boards

        aardvarks

And pantaloons

   Comic cartoon pain

And concentration camps 

 elastic 

     Memory

stole 

Who knows 

 and pipe cleaners

snow shovel erasure

    Sister shoes found in spring 

      buried in the mud

      Jane eats dirt

     

 

 

 

 spirited 

     on 

    leave 

   your 

    dirty

      worry

           behind 

                    there's no more room

              for all that

      out 

     out 

       out with the 

               Pain

             out with that

                                          feeling in the pit of your stomach

        move on now

leave it on the doorstep

     give it to the mailperson

 drop it off at UPS

         There's no more room for 

that SO FUCKING GET RID OF FUCKING IT

 

 

 Splendid

miraculous 

tourniquet of fire 

My leather padrillas

and remote ice axe

It's a long hike through

dangerous country

if I go high less chance of meeting anyone 

and it's nice up there

The air is clean 

You're on top of the world 

 I caught

the misery cloud

       right before it spit

   a spider web 

    of a thousand screams 

too bad I was just looking 

for my underwear

      get up and make some breakfast

You bitch

  

 I've got a dream

But it involves work

But what else have I got

Nothing

I need a plan

Or maybe I'll just wing it

too much planning ruins everything

 They froze

 

their misguided ways

with popcorn and marijuana

    the potent

reminders of adolescent feelings

     now put in the sack bin

    of adulthood

       the peeling paint

      on an old two story

       suburban home

        the faded smeared hopes

       and dreams of turtles 

    and guinea pigs

      their faces are pinched

   and stretched

        Clothing piles

      in the back bedroom

         an old Chevy in the 

garage

 The furnaces burn

and electricity is churned 

geometric pylons

or dead trees

carry it to wherever its destination is

a blender

a refrigerator 

a blow dryer 

Lights 

Light 

And more lights

    Jacksonville Traction Company

       streetcars and trolleys

         The furnaces burn 

       burn

          burn

              Burn  

  and bum rushed 

toasters are stolen

Sam Shepard reads aloud

about birds

His mind going

   Going 

      going 

         going

 Pivoting

  spittle  

    sided

    broken 

     goat

    ceramic head missing one horn

  Spider 

   creeps 

out 

   and 

   stares

  his 

life 

is 

not 

going 

well

    

 

 

 Stupefied

   syntactic brush

    with cleanliness

    You washed

   and cleaned

         but your stained soul

       would not brighten 

       or shine

Pity

   try again some other time 

Or just fuck it

It is so they say what it is

 

 

 the movement

sr

Stirs Senor

Escuchame 

    up the cobblestone (river rocks) hill

in low gear

   passing the Gaz truck

passing the Agua truck

  passing Don Pedro's Torta shop (no sign or he'd have to pay municipal fees)

   around the corner the girl sisters sit on the sidewalk and make tacos seventy five cents apiece

  Dad lives in a Gringo Gulch villa 

made by Architect Freddie Romero in the sixties

   A couple blocks away Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton have houses across the narrow street from each other. They built a replica Bridge of Sighs between them. 

Dad dated Joanie Blake who was John Huston's secretary. 

Her apartment is done with pink marble columns and framed photos of move stars. 

  Senor Escuchame doesn't care. He has to repair a water heater at Donna Cabrillo's. 

 

 waiting

 

for 

 no one 

                       why don't they ever come

        the delivery man

       deliverer or decision

Jonny Apple Decider

          the fruit ferments

      bottled and plugged

    Whispering in your ear

Are you ready to make a decision 

for Christ

    drink

      drink

   drink

    and the gallows are forgotten 

drink 

     drink

     drink

and we'll plow your fallow

In the wakening spring

       behind the Oak tree

 Greet

  

    the knobs

   bonked

    by 

how do you turn offs

their eyes are arms

  Their feet are toes

       how do you say hello

     to the happy mistakes

        turn left 

    and whistle 

         turn right

       and fart

         go to the nearest

             Location

          and call yr mom

           synch yr watches

        with the phases of the moon

and God will appear

if you're white

 

 

 Not 

So 

Serious

  falling

   Dropping

   drooping

     Giving in

   giving 

          up

        going home

    Tell it all

  say

Nothing

        to 

no

one

     locked in

the 

basement

      at 

     Grammas 

      big 

    house

In 

New 

England

   15 minutes

     from Salem

and 

they

Called

her 

a witch

 Beezin 

sneezin

    the polls

                 bees are blessed 

       forget the honey

The sidewalks

          are your bet

      Watch out 

        on sideways turns and

            stupefied pedants

         Keep to the straight and narrow

and you'll end up bent and overweight

              

 shredded 

   dead and dumb

   piles of orange peels

      and bananas 

     in my mind

   I'm amazed by normal behavior

    but it makes me ill

     So try harder to bust your brain

       take another pill

         buy more books online

           they'll pile up 

              It's not normal

                 But for some reason

                    I love it

                       My chaotic mess

       

 

 Can't believe 

   the news today

   Junk

   junk

   junk

   America

                land of freedom

        Blah blah blahski

                          Das Vadanya komradeski 

Shine yer choos 

      eat yer beans

       Wipe your mouth

   with new Covid napkins

    By Beatrice!

          Ho hum

    Honhu

      Kawasaki

         Let's get going

     The dole won't last forever

 

 bliggity 

     blig 

bop

  borehole

   Smigma 

smegma

  delta tau

Poop in the rain

what little there is

on park exercise equipment

no one's out   Usually people all around

time for some crimes

Crime time 

  Say it ain't so Joe!

Yeah you know what the drill is ya bonkabilly

now down on all fours and start digging!

What 

   Oh tangential vectors

crime time

   Crime time is a wonderful way to pass the day

stealing big bottles of Excedrin Extra Strength

    Make that pain go away

     Crime time

will reward you 

   Crime time loves you

Crime time is holy

 The wafers of heaven are blessed

   In crime time

It supplicates 

   It saturates

      It steadies

the soporific eases

The nuanced 

   Stymies unholy glances

Etc

Etc

Etc

 

 I can't remember much

just what there is

memories of memories

of memories

lost in the comic dust

Of newsreels and baking powder

  there was a giant Crisco jar

in the cabinet

freaked me out

What is that white gloop?!

My memories -

Put it in cookies

so they snap

 put my thoughts in pies 

    so they're not too sweet

   The flaky crust

that's me 

   Crumbling on the table 

On the floor

  for the dog

 down

     down

down

    that

         rabbit hole

           Again

  And 

  Again

    And where

         Has it led

   right back 

    here 

     to Wiltshire &

33rd

    oh lazy 

      day

     got up 

   at 4 am

      Ate corn flakes

     and 

        cold coffee

    Went back to sleep

The sky

  Is whispering

My name 

   In the clouds

    It's stalking me 

Everywhere I go

It watches

My pathetic existence 

 And sighs

    It says nothing 

Just keeps on watching

Very frustrating

It's due for a murmur 

   A patter

       A pittance 

   It's due 

to cause a landslide

   and bury 

every reminder of my existence

 

 

 I have crawled

On stupid lies 

broke my glasses on the sight of you

treasured your bored sighs

But to no avail 

Rents due honey

Get out there

 Okay

They're not all winners

but I'm

Out there trying!

or rather inside in bed kinda doing something

It's a job

I get paid well

in sand and fleas

  The old movies keep you alive

    that one about the guy on a desert island just hanging out

Who was in that

I forget 

It was on tv I was like fourteen

anyway that's me

I'm that guy!

In the movie 

Don't believe me

See if I care!

 Please

 sorry

   say no mo 

    No 

no

no

  It's 

a 

 broken record

skip skip skip

   smile 

     my teeth hurt

  I never laughed

    I got caught up 

       I'm pretending

    this isn't real

       I'm shying away

       I'm loose 

   but not free

     I've tried 

    I've lied

    I've poured salt on wounds

      licked some

       I'm a leopard

 in the guise of a marmot

      I'm fat 

         I'm stupid

       I'm illegal 

 Pictorially

  pigeon holed

down that rabbit hole again

  regardless of seasons 

Niecephore Niepce (is that spelled right?)

   Brassai 

Winslow Homer?

Nope wrong

  Kertescz !

Some would say 

Nope

    Photographer of Paris streets cobblestones

rats

  women made up drinking wormwood 

green stuff

with sugar

  My memory is going

     fading like a color photograph left in the sun

Like the photo of Buzz Aldrins family left on the moon

  I was here

     New England Color Lab

- hired as a custom printer

  To put couples in song sheets

We've only just begun

  Picture of the groom unzipping the brides dress

In a red keyhole

    

 I just keep cranking out the same crapola

Nothing new

hardly original

just vomiting up the daily dirge

It keeps me off the sidewalks

  I lived on Linda street in 1985

   In the mission

    worked at a bookstore for I think like five dollars an hour

  the shipping guy in the basement was some kind of old movie genius he knew every character every actress from every old movie

  The other clerks were literary book nerds I thought I was well read until I met these guys

  The manager had been moved from the Modesto store to the new store in the city. The regional manager was a little short guy who seemed intent on making her life suck.

  On my birthday she and I took the ferry to Sausalito and got hammered. It was a good time. We got back around three and the regional manager was there and was fuming. She didn't care. 

"Fuck him" she said later

 Oh 

hello

  broken

    fuck it

   worlds 

F'ed 

Up

     go 

To

Your 

Sovereign 

Nation

 Jefferson

    National Bird

    Middle finger

        Hoo hah

   And such

   I've forgotten what the point was

Maybe there is no point

 It's a mystery

      a conundrum 

     Conjured

      From 

       a cantaloupe 

an apparition 

That thing

whattaya call it

 Thingamajig

     like a Frazetta painting

Red Haired Vikings

battling with battleaxes 

against a dark haired 

barbarian

Who'll win?

 Purgatory in my brain

Yellow 

    blue 

      No time 

for all that matters 

wrinkles on my ass

   wristwatch running fast

what time is it

     time to forget the sin cosin hp 45 

days of Baughmann's plastic life size horse

   a 32 caliber Colt in the drawer

     It's not an antique

         She cried on Xmas

  because he gave her a cubic zirconium diamond ring

What a cheap bastard

  He always said Buy the best

 Towering pylons

of electrical antipathy 

no brains

No dogs

No puppies in my room

Yip

   Bark

  Bark 

Bark

  Yap yappity grrrekl

   Towering meads

of sensory dreams

endrogenesis and 

  downward sleeps of nothing but repeats 

 and over

    again so 

  My leg itchs 

And bark

Bark grrsselp

  

 I think I'm sick

I got brain fog

Like this hazy day

Back hurts 

Wah wah wah

Bought pork chops

and cooked one in the microwave

A little tough

but quick

Bal bla lah

Wah wah wah 

Whoopsy doodle

 hazey 

   hello dia

plead with the sun

    why

     why

   plead for or with the nobodies

the somebodies have it

    Whoever they are

                 I seen long ago 

mountains

and birds

  seen myself turning to dirt

     seen friends vanish

         where'd they move to?

I'll call it Portland

  Is he dead?

Nope Oregon

    Just thank god it's not LA

horned devils 

flashy suits 

Hot as hell

   Always on fire 

    Inventors of smog

      In the valley

        Muffler shops everywhere

Take the 105 to...

 I am a weirdo

Cracked 

Kooky

   Nuts

 Bonkers

    Who isnt

 standing

on subverted plains

mirrored reminders of 

stupidity

vaping as if my life depended on it 

catching the north winds blowing

in my southern windows 

Baked in blue jeans

   with baked beans

    and cassoulet 

       Destination 

South of France 

Aix en Provence

Cezannes atelier

the ceramic jars and pitchers are still there

Surrounded by developments

houses and streets 

Did we take a bus?

Don't remember

So long ago

 New Hampshire boy 

   makes good or not

The trees!

   Miles and miles of backyard woods

Night Spying girls windows and

    day climbing getting smelly pine sap

Stuck to your hands

  climbing higher than is reasonably safe

WAY UP THERE

   just one branch at a time

the forest was my friend

It led thru 

the "Ho Chi Minh" trail

     To the railroad tracks 

and down the tracks to The Creamery

and on to the University 

   And The Wildcats

Football team

Vic Andronico was our quarterback

   We lived on a dead end street

        I rode on the outside side panel of a white VW bug 

  driven by a college kid

-  across the street in their woods if you went

far enough you'd find the place that had old washing machines sitting outside

    The last bit of snow strangely around them

Our house had a giant living room with a deck looking out on the trees and a very high ceiling

   One time I had a towel safety pinned around my neck

I was Superman

I climbed the giant ladder in the living room and jumped from the top onto the sofa

But I bounced off it over the back and face planted on the hardwood floor waaaah

  Icarus and Daedalus or something 

    We left for California in a red VW Squareback 

I didn't want to go

  I took my pillow and my baseball bat and got out

IM NOT GOING!

   Yup 

 Pinche

  Pendejo

                   Cual es la fecha de hoy? 

     Working

    Working

         Working

     Seen ya on the street

          with that black doggie

         See ya 

   everyday

    See ya tomorrow maybe

Or maybe not

La Perla Negra

        Sets sail

    w flautas 

      Y birria 

     Cuanto questo 

    tomorrow's another day

         set your watch

         for midnight

         we sail 

      before the moon

       

 Grievous

torture

Of Spanish

Steps

And 

Women in black

The children screamed

And laughed 

And ran the sidewalks

And the balloons

Old men with

Cigars

Fat and tired

Drinking and

Reading 

Newspapers 

Stores with 

Alligator

Shoes

And purple fedoras 

The movie 

Ended 

And we thought

Crazy

Italians 

 I

crept thru fire

  swerved when I should have 

swayed  

    sank 

   deeper

   into your eyes

       and you laughed

        for I was a fool

        with no sense 

of direction 

       I'd pulled the plug

      but the electricity was still on

 I got

a handful of 

 nothing

   no 

 time

no 

Nothing

  So what

  forget yourself

  Me me me

     Blah blah blah

Nobody loves me!

Hah

   the rocks know you 

the trees carry you

   The sky laughs at you

   the wind talks about you

    and howls

    lightning splits your sides

     thunder isn't ever around

       no phone

         no home

            no here's looking at you 

               Just goats

           and Charley

            on the back road

                to the Devils mountain

                    There you'll build a shack

         out of manzanita and barbed wire

             the walls of lead and colored bottles

                 beams of stone and plastic flotsam

             Isla Mujeres 

    and a beat up scooter