as for the post
I've had it.
" "
I'm breathing here
I'm BREATHING here
and how was your day?

the coal bin on his head
a broken rim shot
driving to the back court
with smelly tennis shoes

i've forgotten more than I ever learned

undeterred errant knave
besodden
beswayed
betrothed
defrocked
unembarrassed
breathing freely
in the sky
waiting as wait
watches
erstwhile unconditional
absurdities
renounced by resuscitated
religions

an old sign for Gibson tractor in a barn in California

careening blows

mitigated by a parking sign
overturned car
fast walking woman
tomato on an everything bagel
one less fixie
the Kirkwood weather report
an old sign for Gibson tractor in a barn in California
the self check out aisle
the rear end of a very large fat woman
"of course I'm not indecisive"
after my father started losing his memory
he started putting things on the road next
to a hand painted sign that said
FREE STUFF

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Across the Marsh Siegfreid could see shapes moving in the early light.
He put the binoculars back in their case and stretched out.
"RUDY- where's the fucking coffee?!"

fried

burned

crisp

red

neck

and
worn
jeans
washing
and hanging the laundry
out to dry

there was a

notable absence

anshluss ferengi
a day of notable
what me worry-isms
as a million people just like
me purchase
plastic for my hair
plastic for my car
plastic for my teeth
plastic for my brain

in a sea of plastic pieces
a hundred million empty
bottles of coca cola
floating in the sea
swimming

As the first light of the day came up over the marsh Siegfreid adjusted his rifle and and looked through the binoculars.
"Rudy, make coffee."
"Yes Cap'n."

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The healing power of public ass grinding

Sunny sunny day
O beautiful December!

containment. Surely that was the answer.
what the question was though escaped him
maybe that was the question - containing what escaped.
escaping from what contained?
clearly the two were inextricable
escape
contain
escape
contain
einhorn and
finkle
maybe this was a wormhole
but again how could he escape the wormhole?
escape
contain
the event horizon
the second law of thermodynamics
even some particles escape the gravity of
a black hole

perusal of recombinant metamorphasii
inherent in unpredicated transitory
de-evolutionary ambiguities
- such was the content of his days
flailing about, writing poetry in his head
while trying to fall asleep
(after hours of self induced insomnia)
Why,he thought,could he not be more like Robert Frost?
although, he had heard, he was afflicted with a
compulsive disorder that involved fence posts
and fudge marble ice cream.

as such she was not interested
in anything remotely
having to do with a
scenario involving an unlikely chance
at inordinate unobfuscated derivatives.
Under a cold cup of coffee was a note from her housemate
about the recycling.

and the confusion hammered down
like a Nick Cave chorus
on a mixed tape

to leave
let the
air
out
grasp a sense
of
fuck it
and where the wind blows
but BABY EAT!
and LION EAT!

and work the sandwich bored

but time needs construction time
and sleep needs construction sleep

and I'm working
in the fog of my left brain existence

the merchant of Tau
in his fortress of sand
burying his thoughts
beneath a wind
bleaching the fence
that
separates
the sea
and the sand
bleaching his thoughts
with red death
and willfully
foregoing
a minute amount
of
hope
in the time machine
his sand clock ticking
and his memory wrung clean
kicking the acre of black boot
reminders
to stand at the vessel
to sing when spoken to
to sling a stone in Gabriels
face
and say is that scorpion for me
or you

tempt me oh lord
to brave satan's
cool visage
when the sweat is pouring
from my brow
for I am lost in the city
seeking a book
that no one has written
and never will

but fate plays a merry game
of ring around the posey
and we can shop online
and still be calm and poised

The hither lands speak
for the ages
subdivisions and new malls
our pathways are blocked
now with Ford Taurus
and Lincoln Mercury

we use the lost gods
to sell cars
but we have found war
is affordable

and I had no recourse
but to set sail
I could not
swim back

If I'd left the door open
while smoking
I'm not sure how these things are related:
I was given a poster for a candidate
to put in the window but no,
that's not it
we're talking about time's insufficient
ability to revive a certain type
of mannered effectiveness AND
the 1939 Yankees

a brusque burden
to a rolling stone
is answered in spades
marimbas by Amyl Nitrate
and Robert Frank
made a film in 1972
called Cocksucker Blues

I'd almost forgotten;
the lights down the arroyo
flashing lights
down near the lake