black curlie hair
over the top of the cube
he's bouncing again
and when he drinks he smacks his lips and goes
'aaah'
bang them chains motherfucker!
I built a magnetic papercup head man
and put art on the corners of the wall
with more magnets
drew a dog with dry
erase marker on the window
overlooking remote Oak town
bored today
Friday
clouds overhead
weekend pending
landlord called said our neighbor
says we're stalking him.
He's CUCKOO fucking nuts
paranoid little twerp.
haha he's trying to get money
out of the landlord
he's already bleeding his housemates
and he doesn't even live there anymore.
he's filming us- he put a camera on the roof of
his ex-wife's building
across the street pointed at our living room.
He said we were pouring water on our floor so
it would pour into his room.

what a gallant Thursday!

Forwarding pathetic Tiger
the tigger non biased wood
into the rough
overlooking the farm-aid wilderness smiles
stanching the blood from a
brood of hen-egged pituataries
remotely firing on talibic suppurants
dismally fortified in walmart hajibs
and debating droid vs iphone - how depressed are you?
hah not nearly depressed as
my left toe motherfugwah
I bought the autobiography of
Black Hawk for six dollars in a
used clothing store on Divisadero
from a girl named Liz with
the most eyes
beautiful eyes
and again in cubed work
environ taking paper use surveys
and eating cheap chinese;
fried rice with eggplant and tofu.

Leonard Cohen Out Hunting

Leonard Cohen is
shooting rabbits
with an over under shotgun
and singing a lousy tune

I'm swaying to religion
I've got Nova Scotia eyes
I'm peeling the bark
on a Barca lounger

I stopped the gas from
pouring down my leg
lit a cigarette and
got burned

A cloud is forming by the river
the cloud is smiling at me
I'm shying away from tentative decisions
I'm remorseful for hurting
cardboard boxes

Leonard Cohen is throwing up
after eating a rabbit carcass
he says he's going to hike
8 miles today
big deal.

I've seen it all
I will see it again
i'm stepping on a magazine cover
of some movie stars face

Somewhere some time.

On the plain of Nazca I stood and
waited for alien transport.
I lit a cigarette
and stared thinking
somewhere
some time
they've got to come.
I burrowed into the
sheepskin coat I had purchased
outside Cuzco
and stared at my companions.
El Ficuna was an eighty year old black man
with a habit of saying' whatever floats your boat'.
his daughter, Maria Conchesa Ribaldo smoked a pipe
and swore continually
"fuck you you old fart"
There were several others; a teacher from Lancaster Pennsylvania, a retired auto worker from Michigan, a Baptist pastor from Kennebunkport.
We had been promised salvation from this planet by an alien ship that would whisk us to another planet. The person who made this promise had collected our money in the hotel lobby and shown us blurry pictures of what he said were irrefutable proof of
the alien landings.
The guidebook said he was a notorious fake but was worth the money to go to the plains. I knew I shouldn't have dropped acid but I did anyway.
I kept thinking about the lime in coconut song. Something about el Ficuna made think of that commercial on TV years ago and the voodoo quality of the actors voice.
"Hey this is fucking bullshit."
Maria Conchesa was staring at me.
Her face was twisting slightly and had the slight cartoon quality that a good hit of acid can impart on those near you.
"What's wrong with you, you haven't said a word in like an hour?"
"You put the lime in the coconut and stir it all AROUND." I sang my response and then started giggling uncontrollably. I laughed so hard I had to lay down.
"Damn white boy is out of his gourd, maybe them aliens are around here." She took a drag off her pipe.
She had nice legs and from my vantage point I could look right up her skirt and see
her panties. Not that I cared, my whole body felt like rubber where i could feel anything and I had that odd LSD taste in my mouth. I realized I was still laughing and stopped.
Far off across the plain there were small dark figures waving at us.
"I wonder who those people are.' No one had mentioned them. I had seen them for a while, way off in the distance and hadn't thought anything about it.
The sun was shining very brightly and there was maybe one or two small clouds against the dark blue of the high altitude sky.
"Hey, who are those people over there? " I asked no one in particular.
"What people?" The auto worker from Michigan asked me, sounding concerned. Like he was thinking the banditos were coming with machetes to butcher us out here on the cold plain, steal our money and probably bugger us.
"Over there, right there. See? They keep waving."
The others crowded around.
"Where?"
"I don't see any one."
"Me neither."
"what are you talking about? There's no one over there."
They all wandered off except Maria who lay down and used my back as a pillow.
I was laying on my stomach watching the small figures.
"You don't see them either?" I asked her.
She laughed.
Her head felt good resting on my back. The sun was too bright against the ground.
The small figures were dancing around in the distance, occasionally waving at me.
'Maybe I'm seeing trees or bushes or something, I thought although there weren't any growing on the plain.
"I'm going over there." I told Maria.
"Over where the "People" are? She asked.
"Yeah. Over where the people are."

I dreamt that I was insane. And everything I did
in the dream was tinged with an electric
unreality.
Wandering from scene to scene- I don't remember any of them except the first:
sitting naked in public and thinking about a certain friend
who it would be awkward to have see me like that and
of course this person immediately
showed up.
And the last when I awoke to find myself
not insane
like dreaming about getting all kinds of fantastic things
and then waking and realizing you don't have them.

Rain dripping down
outside.
Over a pork roast
meditation in schools
was discussed
I didn't mention meditation in prison
the pork roast was delicious.

Juicy fruit painting and dog shit shoes

I am sleeping without sheets
in the middle of
a raining day. They
say that it's an el nino
event.
My stomach wanders from worried
to more worried. It doesn't seem worth it, to
worry so. I don't know why I do it and I can't seem to stop.
I hear the tap tap tap of the water dripping by my window and
a young neighbors muffled voice. She's saying something but I'm not
sure what it is. they must be outside smoking.
I let her borrow one of my paintings.
I came home very drunk, threw up in the back yard and got dog shit on
both shoes. I didn't notice until the next afternoon.
In between I let her borrow the Juicy fruit painting.
She told me later they don't package it like that any more.
She tried to buy Juicy fruit gum but it wasn't the same.
I bought new shoes, the same kind and put the dog shit ones in the
box and left them on the street. The next
day just the lid of the box was there.

Sunday morning
laying in bed
drank three bottles of wine
with the pork roast
last night
talked about creme colored tuxedos
and shoes that come with the rentals
smoked numerous cigarettes
with the window open onto Clement St.
a light breeze blew the smoke back
at us. talked about seeing Mike Doughty do a show
in Latrobe (where they make Rolling Rock)and
listened to his songs "from his heroin years".
Dan's sister is working for Family Guy now
she's a go getter but they plan for her to be a writer
They said Danny was all over Shannon
That's why I don't let him hang out any more
He doesn't understand the social landscape
The plan is to have a window duck party
and do a wine tasting to choose the wine for the wedding.

returning from swillville
he looked like a character from
a bad saturday morning cartoon
the bad guy
with silver tonic
grey hair
I know, I'm no fun anymore, my paintings don't talk
I just buy expensive old guitars
and wish my foot didn't feel like rubber
I sleep too much
exercise to infrequently
think too much
share too much and too little
I looked at the pictures and thought
what the fuck where is the joy ha ha
I'm not making this shit up
it's as real as a fucking deer tattoo on a hipster's ass.
stay now dear lady
let the light in
wait for the sound of the train
take the dog for a walk
drink a Pepsi
blow the futile horn
for all the lost souls

I'm not gonna worry
about it now
but I just did
that one little thing
it makes sense to worry
you can say I discriminate
but between Tecate and Hamm's
Fuck Yeah
your surf board is busted now
in pieces
you ran over it
on your way out of here
the radio was on when you
started the car
NPR even that didn't
stop you
you thought you thought
oh yeah you did a lot of thinking
but did you try living?
huh? even just a little?
it happened anyway didn't it?

signed
L. Cohen

Double americana
is cold now but
I'll drink it
it's not tecate
but what is
I'm fending off
the sunlight
brokering a deal
with the power of
The Sun
really at a loss
without my tecate suit
I'll wear it to special events
they'll find me under a table
hopefully with some long
legged brunette
mostly like in a puddle of tecate
trying poorly to quote
The Bard
and dreaming about the ability
to fly
Ah for that one moment
I'm fucked

the tecate papers
he read them from cover to cover
after he had a stroke
he learned about the state of the man who was bit by a dog
a policeman bit by a police dog
who wouldn't let go
so he shot it
oops
oops where was I
oh yeah
the Tecate papers
someone always steals the sports section.
I think it's my neighbor
that one armed bastard
his mother was the son of a whore
oops
he got lost in Palermo, Italy on
a business trip
they found him twenty years later
drinking sterno under a bridge in Yonkers
I just like saying Yonkers
THAT'S ALL THIS WAS ABOUT.
As if it was that easy
the article said

Time is rapidly causing me to drink tecates
even though my friends say they suck
friends Hah
good one
no that's too simple
what does it mean Tecate?
its probably a form of the verb Tecater
which means "to drink Tecate"
I heard that anyway
from a friend
hah
good one

there was a poem\
with a talking rabbit\
there was ice cream\
down a dirty hole\

there was a rapstar\
frozen in amber\
there was lady luck\
in Neenah, Wisconsin\

manhole covers and paper products\
beaver fur and hare hats\
Milwaukee's finest\
and a stubbed out cigar\

I'm going back to Mexico now\
that the killings have started\
maybe they'll kill some tourists\
or the Pope\

I haven't eaten\
in three days\
I'm starving on tecate\
and limes\

and cocaine\
isn't happy with me\
i've forsaken her\
for sleep\

breakfast consists of dreaming\
lunch is made of thoughts\
dinner was a disaster\
ah fudge\

Ovid was alright\
sent from Rome\
to some rocky isle\
to stay\
awhile\

the casualties pages\
were bound with\
neck tatoos\
the doorway to loserdom\

imprisoned voices\
locked and lonely\
sad and crying\
boo hoo\

is this fun\
definitely not\
but I have\
nothing better to do\

Communitecate

ah refreshing
cold liquid
TECATE!IN A CAN.
I'M NOT TALKING
I'm typing"
she said loudly
and showed more leg.

assiduously malconiferent
he chopped and chopped
beating a pathway to Carthage
his little brother looked like
Jim Carroll
before he died

down the boogey funk a teria
into the whispering background photo
I thought I saw a rabbit bound
from an abandoned trailer
I played a scratchy record
Lady Gaga
Disco Heaven
there were still two hands
until sundown
someone told me there were three types of columns
Doric Ionian and Corinthian
he lived in Bath, England until they
ran him out and he had
to go to the States.
He went to Texas of all places
I put on another record
this one had never been played
Cream Disraeli Gears

There wasn't a chance
but he decided to try
anyway
backed against the wall
who would blame him
Lots of people,
Lots and lots of people
pretty much everyone
ah fuck em
nothing can be more wrong than most people
abe lincoln said that
what did abe's mama say
up yours

Of a night with no stars
and waking hourly
for no reason except
dreams which are not conducive
to sleeping
I haven't answered the phone in
eight months. people stop calling.
The newspaper man came out for an interview.
I shot at him with the new Walther P99. I didn't try to hit him, I just wanted to scare the fuck out of him. It worked.
I felt like the bad guy in a worse movie.
so i had a drink.
that worked too.
so I had another.
then I went out and shot at cans.
La dee da la dee da
what we have here is failure to communicate
COMMUNICATE.

POW- Right in the kisser

Sexist pig takes one to the mouth.