Burroughs 

Orwell

Fante

Dostoyevsky 

Bradbury

Bukowski

Miller

Cendrars

Celine

Kerouac

Giono

Calvino

Bowles

Thesiger

 Mega

    MIND

(don't bother)

       symptoms of SOCIETY

     peace will come to you and yours

I know that "all things pass"

   BUT IM CONSTIGRATED 

or sumpin

   automated calls

Please identify urself 

     to conninue 

bzhdry

   Adruuugre 

jfhgf 

"Times are Changin"

   Puoiol leeeze

Where is Tenochtitlan?

   Dinosaurs and Volcanoes and campeche

and tortillas and horses

I'm not the only one

There are others 

Millions in fact

 Suicide cowboy rides a sad pony

death don't know don't care could give a shit

The town of "death" is next up

Cowpoke , so don't 

you worry 

your tired worn out Texas boots

on shit kickin pachucos

Pinche pendejoses 

tequila dogs 

or mescalin mamas

read more Sam Shepard 

Patti Smith cowboy

Brand a lady Beckett style

and spread her wanton dreams across the valley stage

and bow to the lost calves in Inspiration Valley

with lanterns and water sacks and beans

Beans beans beans

 

 Suicide monkey

breathing in forest air

A month will recalibrate your entire chakra

Or adjust your carburetor 

Pull the choke 

Pump the gas

 I'm

Losing 

It

What it is I'm not sure

but it ain't here

or it is 

but I can't find it

buried under a mass of old sorrows

and stupid curses tired worn out stupid non curses and such

Ya know just your basic mess

But I'm starting to not worry about it

Who cares?!

Fuck it!

Time for bed!

 

 CHRISTEN

   the BEJEEBUS

out of 

  the GOD forsaken

  forsook

kooks 

Yeah yah ya 

You've got a friend 

James Taylor

  Sumpin

 somethin 

  Sumthin 

BS 

 Nah

No 

Nope 

Not 

Today

 Okay maybe 

  today 

Yup

 I get tired pretty easy

by 4 in the afternoon 

I'm pretty much done

I guess from getting up at 4:30 in the morning 

Yawn!

Stop the presses!

Old man tired in afternoon!

Newsweek Tired Man Of The Year!

Sorry not me 

tired of the bullshit

 

 Christening the flower pots

of sunshine

and made up poems of death

With praying mantis

Wives

eating the heads of their mates

and smiling and ordering take out chinese 

and getting mad about the sui mai

being too salty

 

 

Gray sky

gray morning

gray ocean

gray emotions

Yellow

Orange

Blue 

Fuck you!

I live in gray

Get out!

Horrors of Hellhounds 

Named Spot or Farley Mowat

Who are you?

Grey Greystone Jr

Or the Third

I forget who my father was

I remember mom

Hubly she said 

But that was wrong

Death dream with her old bf

Mom wasn't exactly a talker

Grey-

Grey moms give grey births

Never a story 

Never shared shit

Nothing to say

But she always won

That card game about improper things

I forget its name 

 Grey

Flowers of death

Christian death cult

Renounce life 

Flagellate yourself to the canyons of shame

Or not

Hah

 

 I've got itchy armpits

My eyes are going

My legs are okay

My metabolism has been stabilized

I've lost weight

I quit heavy drinking

Smoking

Drugs

All the fun stuff

Now I'm old and feel tired most of the time

I like driving

Moving 

Keep

Fucking moving

If a place ain't happening / SEE YA!

I like babies and dogs

Goats are okay but not very cuddly

Cats are nice but weird

Life kinda sucks but 

I got it pretty fucking good

 I cant explain why

don't fucking ask

the soldiers surround the house

they shoot out the porch light

and laugh

you know they're a bunch of assholes

you turn on the radio

KPOO is blasting some jazz blues African disco

You fix a martini and have a seat

let the fuckers come

 

 There's no ache like tomorrow 

Your pants are green

Some people don't care 

You try not to worry

But forget about it  it's like getting mad at clouds

Some people

Some people  

Some people  

You jump in the car and DRIVE

GOT TO GET AWAY!

But you're still in need of coffee

and nicotine thank you

the little things make you happy

a parking spot not cleaned until Tuesday

An elephant that knows your name

a dog on a beach who you give cheese to

and he follows you around the whole time

you give him a name and throw sticks

he chases them excitedly but won't put them in his mouth

smart dog

 Fortunate 

privada 

lose your tomorrow 

Anyhoo

Don't try 

Ya can't fake it

Till ya make it

That's just a made up fakenstein 

built from dead parts and 

called my creature

who's "Alive"

He'll drown that little girl

Hide beneath the fire

drink with the blind man 

Who fiddles

Until he turns into 

some actor

"I was gonna make espresso!"

 

 Michael McClure 

as Wolfman 

on the cover of a poetry book

brought me in here 

I can't find it

Wait for the full moon!

 pork chow mein

making me sleepy

double espresso isn't helping

or maybe it is

 Fat legged

shorts guy

with a gut 

and black glasses

and a baseball hat

 words bore me

reams of bound feelings

emotions

Bah

 I sit it in the poetry room

of City Lights

and try to think of poetry 

Nope nothing

 

 Bbq pork chow mein

after getting a crown put on

Sam Wo

Been here a hundred years

or something 

 Stuck in angry land

everything pisses me off

stupid housemates leave lights on all night

dentist whose crown falls off after four days

now I gotta go down there 

Shit everywhere 

Stupid fucking shit

Everywhere

 I think I'm getting old

friends are starting to do odd things

I can't understand-

poor choices- say what?! and then what?!

after an hour of that you start to worry

Ok I know they've been through some traumas recently

but jeez

 Edibles

shmedibles

even in Texas 

marijuana is called a gallon of gas

I think

How much to fill the tank?

What are you talking? 

Hitch a trailer go to jail

El Paso cops have seen it all

They'll take white haired old people to jail

with a truck full of Halston originals and modern posters 

Don't ask

"Someone gave him a pistol on the trip"

What?

$300 lunch- birthday treat!

 Somebody keeps calling me

and I don't want to talk

It'll just be some frantic you gotta do this

or you gotta do that

fuckna I'll do whatever I want lol

I'm meeting you in two hours 

I don't need a run down right now 

Okay calm down let it go

Jeez

 Not my worries

let it go 

Cochise

you got other battles to fight

Yah I know it's hot and dry

and the white men all got horses 

and clean blue uniforms 

but fuck em 

They can't survive out here

 

 Point San Pablo

Is a little sprit 

sticking out at the top of the bay

It's backed by many oil tanks of Point Richmond

giant ones

and it makes you wonder about toxic waste 

the road in is a tiny little thing 

with giant speed bumps every hundred feet or so

the marina looks out on blue green and brown water of the bay depending how deep it is

houseboats like Sausalito in the seventies

reside there charged per sq foot 

People live in them 

A large old navy research ship is 

Stuck in the mud out there

Supposedly a guy named Bobby owns it

and has signs all around it

KEEP OUT

DANGEROUS

PRIVATE PROPERTY

DO NOT ENTER

My friend says Bobby is a little whack

 

 I struggle with mental health issues

But who the fuck doesn't?

If you don't have mental health issues these days

You're fucking crazy

 The end of summer

like the end of a popsicle

Sad to see it go 

You're left holding the stick

sticky stick

What's the Fall of popsicle consumption

Speakin season wise

Fudgesicle muddy roads

thru 50-50 bar forests

Leaf peepin with an orange popsicle

Cherry

Raspberry

"Blue is the best flavor."

"Nuh uh yellow"

 - kids in supermarket 

 

 I struggled

through another nights sleep

Whoopty poopty 

bad dreams involving people

and places

I think nicotine dreams

They are fraught with anxiety

Is this just me?

Who knows

plus health issues

I'm not that old

Oh well

It is what it fucking sucks

Off to Marin today to have oysters and wine

with former coworkers from 1989

Woot! 

FCL!

Photo Industry!

NASA

ANSHEN ALLEN

GRAMMA THE CAMERA

HOCUS FOCUS

All the greats!

 

 

 If you stop time

you better have a plan

Nicholson Baker's plan was to undress women 

Literary maven

I think I would help the poor and feed the needy

ransack billionaires houses and steal all their forks 

Sign Trump up for a lifetime sea cruise with

Diarrhea Vacations-

shitting himself in Fiji-

but he's used to that maybe

something else

 I dreamt someone I once knew

was here and she

said she'd spend the night with me

and we kissed and

it was nice but someone

else was here and she was drunk!

Blah blah blah fucking dreams 

 Guh-loomy!

AM in San Fransucko

Looks like a AM Radio Station

 I'm bothered

by falling asleep 

at 7 pm

Yeah that's a bit early

waking at 4 am

Old guy issues 

Gotta pee again 

Whoopty 

Sometimes it's just nicer to be fucking asleep

Oh well

I'm awake now

 If you wake and the moon is broken

If you wake and the moon is broken

don't despair

If you wake and the sky is torn open

don't worry so much

If you wake and you're still drunk

better roll over and thank the stars

 The Queen of Memory

searched in her boudoir

for her frontal lobes

"Frontal robes you ass!"

 The whole world has disasters

But I'm only concerned about me

what's up with that

say people not you

but someone

and to them I say

something about Darwin

 

 Nothing to say/

morning/

weird nights sleep())(()))))))))(())()))()

Yeah tell me more/

Okay nothing/

World's a mess/

Carlos the Jackal is still alive/

 In the land of the blind/

a one eyed man is fucked/

 

 In the kingdom of fools/

aardvarks are latent/

Hoodies are yellow/

No one is mellow/

 

in the kingdom of forgetfulness/

like a dead peony/

sitting and thinking/

more of the non complacent/

forgetfulness/

 Walked today

Got a Grey Goose martini

Then I stopped in another bar

but I had to go 

It would have just led to trouble

and I didn't want that

 

 Tweaky Tweakenheimer 

was having a moment 

tweaking away 

on a humid Sunday like early am

slightly rainy

in her brain

painkillers had helped her back

but nothing could help her brain

except puppies

 

 

 Laid up

Back tweaked

Upper middle left side

When I try to stand 

Pills after a walk and then 

two more pills

Some pills my housemate takes for anxiety

She gave them to me to help sleep

But I don't think they do shit

But it was nice of her

 Move over 

Proboscis

Morning Glory

of Doom

Fate hands you a shit card

what are you gonna do

Cry about it

Bow your head and chalk it up

to another morning of shit and gloom

But you wiggle out of bed

try to not to fuck up your already tweaked back

And make your way to the coffee in the kitchen

COFFEE COFFEE

SWEET COFFEE!

Blessed art thou Lord of Beans

 The Kingdom of Memory

Yielded many a numerous tome

bequeathing some form of forgotten permanence

To an unyielding passing

Of monotonous billions

Of rocks and Ricks and Marybelles

Seeing the words put their minds at rest

and gave meaning where there had been only doubt

 A twisted neurodivergent teenager

was beaten to death by a tagged 

UNICEF wandering slow plein 

There's nothing funny about any of it

 The random prairie dog

had an idea 

but he got rid of it as soon as he could

He'd seen where ideas led

Like walks on the black trail

He busied himself stowing acorns

for some reason

 The Fountains of Forgetfulness 

were beautiful to behold

shimmering aquiline aquifers

imbued with magazines about who was never here

or was 

I'm not sure

see the forgotten sirens singing tunes

before they knew who I was or you

 

 A particular religious sect in the Dakotas

lived in a community called Rustic Acres 

They might as well have called it Huckleberry Hound Town

It had as much to do with one as the other

 The Art of Forgetfulness 

was primary to the Arc of Nothingness

I forget why 

But it is

 Binary Decodence

was instituted in the hope of prevailing against Prairie Dog-ism in Eu Claire. The problem was they couldn't seem to find any. 

"Either they've moved on or have burrowed deeper than ever before. We can't be sure." Said one local non-expert. 

 He claimed 

He was one true Nothing

but 

he proved it 

he said

"I have no friends!

Everybody hates me!"

We couldn't argue with that. 

 The Art of Nothingness

was lauded in every print newspaper on the planet

Total: Zero

 

 Josiah of Esephus was unhappy.

The Arc of Nothingness was too much to deal with.

'We need a story, a cosmology, of how we came to be here, wherever "here" is."

The prairie dogs were not impressed. 

 The prairie dogs of nothingness

knew something was rigged

they couldn't put their finger on it

If they even had fingers

 He studied Ecclesiastical philosophy 

in his spare time

Spare time!

Hah!

 The prudent prairie dog

Knew the time-

It was rumored to be a far distant

relative of Eliot Ness-

but had never appeared on the tv show

 The arc of nuttin-ness

was vaguely related to Eliot Smith

there was some rumor of collaboration

but these ended upon his demise

 The arc of nothingness

Is a fountain of forgetfulness 

it leaves no shadow nor trail

But certain prairie dogs 

Know its grandmother's address

 The arc of nothingness

shines daily

mirroring the days 

Spitting its venom

like a cross eyed horney toad

fighting three scorpions

 I have oblivion in my head

It resides and pays me no mind

Echoing thru anxiousness again and again and

again and 

again

 The road to rock bottom

is well traveled so fuck it

Let's go 

must be something to it

 Protect your weary self

the ides of March are here

knives are sharpened!

blood thirst is

in their mouths

their robes are very fine 

silk and Egyptian cotton with

a filigree of Etruscan hyacinths

Their teeth are large 

in laughing mouths

stained with wine and shanks of mutton

They thirst for bloodletting 

like a disease

of their soul

 Measure your vices

versus your dreams

I wish my dreams had been more vices

sometimes it's good to be bad

walking the streets

Looking for a place w no sign

heaven closed years ago she said

And hid her cloven hooves

She had her hair in Byronic braids

attempted self surgery with a leaf blower

Carried a Hermes rototiller hairbrush

to beat her children

 A Day at Mt. Tam

Baffled 

by stodginess

crude and old white haired 

woman

fallen trail side

wouldn't or couldn't get up

mean little white haired dog too

three emergency vehicles

showed 

she bad mouthed the guys 

who called them

"They didn't help me!"

 

 The rubbish

Piles up

Yesterday

Today 

Tomorrow 

Oh wait

No don't

It's not here 

It's in your head

So what

Who cares

Dogs bark at neighbors

Never turn your back to the sea

 Speak for the living

They have no voice

they trudge thru life

Eating their cream of wheat

or whatever it is they eat

They build cast iron bridges to nowhere 

Uh huh yeah they do

Then they lay out on the roofs and sing

Louis Armstrong tunes

Or listen to Showtunes

In dirty dive bars at one in the afternoon

and talk about how their gall bladder has to be removed

or how they're moving to Puerto Vallarta

After their colonoscopy 

Cheerful stuff like that

You drink a tall Grey Goose martini

 Grey August morning

In SF

so nothing unusual here

not cold 

not warm 

no sun

not yet

just grey morning

Blah blah blah