truculent
myriad podiatrists
informed of the right to
escalate
in provisional manifestations
of the Buddha
adjusting bowls
parked near a 2006 Dodge Viper.
Beckoned, his glasses
badly in need of cleaning,
he gets in line
for some fried chicken.

there's
a dust cloud
in my brain
as I drink dirty stoli
and lie in bed

the creature comforts
of byzantine remorse

plagued by a lifetime
of phone-a-friends
and fifty-fifty's
who wants to be a millionaire?

the books shelves are yawning
the words
are stored
voices on the shelf
the bedsheets too have a tale
but let's not talk about that

everything has a story
even cement
has a nature
a life and death

life is hard and then easy and then hard again
Jane Leslie

an ocean of civilization
mired in sun
breathing LIFE
into the arachnid
hopes
spreading the web
filament tensile strength unrivalled
by anything we make
so now they engineer goatsmilk
to make spider filament
my spidey sense is tingling

the sun is shining
in August in SF
Buddy Wells is playing
James Brown's Sex Machine
metal barrel smokers are smoking
"what's your name? Poontang?"
Church parking lot party
in the Western Addy

donfer
Big Sur
echos of the past
in memories of
somewhat schizophrenic
and wine addled/potsmoked
sister in law
asking to read
my tarot cards

Tinker toy tarot card
readers reading roberts rules of order?

why do I think of that broken
window and my urge to say
"it was your fault, you did the same thing a month ago,
and did you offer to pay for the window?"
meanwhile she is not letting things bother her
and I'm all pissed off
(laughter)

such is the fate
of my older white male friends

Through a prism, darkly...For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. Wait, what? oh yeah when they come for me.

the logical
cognitive processes
theologically
spread like jam
on the toast of malaise
the island of Malaise
buried by
climate change
HOPE
sunning itself
by a mountain peak
in Burberry eyewear
I'm reading the newspaper
said a print publication
temerity aside
we are reading the news
I would quit smoking
said the old man
on the eve of the
event horizon

Headed to Paris 2013

High above Iceland
I see no ice
the girl next to me is reading
a mystery

5 degrees Celsius
in Reykjavik -
don't care
I'm not staying

$1200 to get to
Greenland, prop plane
even more expensive
from (?) Denmark

I'm in the emergency row
shouldn't we
get fed first?
fuck

it's 4:30 am
my time
I have not slept
the sun is shining

PANORAMIC PHOTO IN AN ALMOST EMPTY AIRLINER/One

The flight out of Maui was empty. "Folks don't leave Hawai'i before Christmas." The flight attendant told me.
I couldn't wait to get out of there. A certain legal issue caused the local Maui authorities to act like a cackle of starving hyenas circling an aging wildebeest.
Also, I was told I could no longer charge drinks to my room.
My inner lawyers recommendation was succinct. "RUN!"
The woman at the desk said the next flight out was headed to Anchorage. I paid in cash and gave my name as Archibald Veriduke. I had poor old Archie's passport. I last saw him in Malawi a year ealier. Luckily he could be described as my doppelganger. If you were blind. Swapping out the photos helped as well.
The conference on intertidal analgesic medicinal cannabinoids turned out to be a total bust. Luckily only figuratively. A more appropriate appelation would have been the Patchouli Syndication of Invasive Species.
Anchorage in December. Is that better than being incarcerated on Hawai'i? Questions,questions. Or as old Archie would often say in his creaky french "Il ya beaucoup à considérer ici". Luckily I don't speak French.

LYRICS ET AL

Al Kooper
Al is in wonderland
Al steaksuce
Al E cat
Al Cheney (Dick's psychopathic alter ego)
Al Bundy (no purported relation to Ted)
Al Stevens
Alvin Ailey
Al Buddha by the Bodhi tree
Al Hambra (Moors)
Al is not lost
Al Kaline
Al Carumba
Al bet yer sick of this
Knock knock
who's there? 

MORE LYRICS

creme de menthe
I am sleepy
mercury in retrograde
mercury in retrograde

frozen enchilada
frozen from the sound
frozen enchilada
frozen enchilada

mercury in retrograde
mercury in retrograde
frozen enchilada
frozen enchilada

all the tired pieces can never be picked up
more and more all the time
I heard it on your podcast

At last at last
time has come to pass
Alas Alas
this too will surely pass

Don't call me Shirley
I'm not on television
this will not be televised
the poisoning of your mind

Creme de menthe
Creme de menthe
Abel Ganz and 2 Live Krew
down the river Styx
 
I'm not a rhinestone cowboy
I don't wear epaulets
my boots were made in China
And I drive a Ford

Taurus Taurus
it rhymes with my last name
Bore us Bore us
some moreus, mister...

ay ya f*ck

LYRICS

I am waiting
for a day
I am waiting
for a day

I am leaning
all the way
I am leaning
all the way

because the night was darkness
and now it never is
we think we know the light
how stupid are we?

Cream the golden waffle
spread the turkey bile
smother the child in woolens
drive a sporty car

I am running
to insane
I am running
I am lame

Pass my door
and snicker
pass my door
and laugh
pass my door
and
oh just keep going


I am not awake
listening to wind
I am awake
listening to wind

the breeze that blows
it knows me
she is my only friend

the breeze that blows
she knows me
but I am not her friend

creazy

crazy
sometimes I feel crazy
when the moon is thin
and purple
I step to sounds
of
radiant night

the wolves
are in my fingers
little tiny knives
of hunger

I break the tablet
in twos
and fours
writing
by time
and in accordance
with sacred principle

the eyes are watching
the night eyes
of electronic
speech
echoing my thoughts
in amplification

down the well
are piles
of buttons
chipped and chewed
an old bic pen
was lost as i rested on the stone
waiting for the dragon

I saw a light at the neighbors
house
he doesn't speak to me
his animals are wary
when he whistles
two years ago
his daughter ran away

I am the speech of electricity
a cadence of lighting
and thunder
hushed by the fog
and dreaming of cold pools
and well worn blankets

toenal makeup pen

she said
my overgrown toenail
was like a giant canvas
so I took her
makeup pencil
and tried to draw a
stencil like face on it
but I couldn't really see
because
I couldn't get my toe
close to my face
to see
and I didn't have my bifocals
(being over fifty and all)
so I didn't like the face
and just smudged
it trying to wipe it off
so then I had an overgrown 
dirty toenail
later she invited me to see
her apartment

fuck yr stupid warning

LYRICS

by the swollen glade
down the marshy field
where childrens voices
heard among the bird cries

the cask of ale
and games of bowling
in the mountains
they did not speak
nor laugh
just the sound of pins
and glasses

the rifle rusted
the dog long dead
the cabin rotted
the clothing tattered

the frosty tankards quaff
by the mountain passes
they did not speak or laugh
the sound of pins and glasses

a large grey beard
would tear the axis
he was not feared
His name's Abraxis

what blade by hand
he doth forsooth
a piney end
a rabid tooth

and Tra Li La
and Tra Li Day
to dance and sing
the night away

come hither
you lass
and talk to the pins
and drink a glass

the market researcher  ---[[[[ah bollocks
did shine
his eyes alight
the fear was gone
and soon the night

ignorant smiling
self congratulatory
dripping inane
the same old story

His hair is greased
his stupid round face
he fingers his vestments
and talks of his "place"

He bores his friends
they complain amongst
the piles of pins
they complain loudly

succour the stench
of learned drivel
your wisdom is naught
that I'd give a shitfull ]]]]]


by the swollen glade
by the marshy field
a broken rovers blade
a wound that would soon heal

and on and on the rover
passes
unto the edge
his narrow glasses
attracted
peered thru with eyes
all brown and 
cataracted (hah!)

balthazar
strange brew of childe
foward thinking nights errand
lost at the faire
whence she was taken ill

the grey steed( ford fairlane)
known by many names
VYL or
)echofisk 3(
by chance the leather
coats were gone
the dead were grateful

In the land of winter
by the street of Geary
strange military watch
of cars already stolen

Bertha had been sung
and we complained
or she complaind
of stomach ailment
from sub harmonic
tones from the wizards
bass amp

the pins did fall
the glassed sounded
they stood once tall
and now resounded

to try the air
and play the lyre
it would be faire
but yet I fear

the empty air 
of deathly night
I tried but where
I could not right

the falling standard
our lot was lost
the ensign ranted
we felt the frost

of grey cold morning
and springtime though
death is mourning
and life is slow

the marshy glade
the mountain passes
a game of pins
the sound of glasses

ccc

LYRICS

the dow is now
time is for the money
mine is mine
you are the song
don't cry when the birds have died

able to be is not my choice
the wrongs are the times
the sign is the hand
I am not lonely
cry when you are eating them

Izzy stone and the lying governments
are having lunch in Venezuela
The mountain peaks are singing
a tune of "harmonisation"
by the stars my plane will guide
the ship of destiny

I have owned
I owned
I am owning
you owned
we all owned
the dead birds

too, yes, too
yes
too many people
think they are
the right
to say what I am
too,

If. the ifs
stone me to death
if the ifs shun my shadow
and the what ifs
sang to me at night
and the ifs, upset
the ifs, if the ifs upset
the thought of me
true the birds to fly again

there are no birds now
the song is sung
birds are birds and forever will be
until they are something else
the ifs however
will be eaten in due course

Draft Beer

this is an
untitled post
or
rather
a draft
I'd rather have a draft beer
in front me
as I imagine
you would too

It was kinda warm out
and I was headed south
from New Hampshire
it was early May
kinda muggy
I found the location
on my phone
and drove there
with minimal difficulty
it was actually incredibly easy to find
it would have taken so much more effort
and planning
ten years before
amazing what having a device in your
pocket that has the sum total
of human knowledge on it can
do for you
good and bad
I drove through the
town and it looked like I had imagined it
oh and I've seen photos
but the small little factory town
mill town houses
too many shops owned by
"George"
little cement steps leading up to
screen door
front doors and
doorbells
tiny little yards
with a car parked across
and kids in tshirts
eating chips
and laughing
It wasn't hard to
find
like I said
even the gravestone
I actually drove right up
to it in my red rent a car
I took a bunch of photos
with each of my cameras
I had five cameras with me
six if you include the phone
how many pictures do
you need of a grave stone?
Problem was I had to pee
REALLY BADLY
you can only hold it down
for a while
if  I sat down
I was screwed
I smoked a cigarette
left two behind
and drove off to find a bathroom

I flew to Iceland
and waited for another plane
the customs agent there asked me
how long I was going to be in Europe 
I replied "Iceland just until my plane leaves
and Europe for two weeks."
I didn't have any
what was it kronners? krona
750 ISK
for a sandwich
( oh this was coming back)
and I had a boatload of euros
but they took euros also
so it worked out ok

the Parisian
night sounds
of private clubs
drunkenly spilling out
in the street 
on the Rue Richelieu
at 4 am
every night
it's along the way to Bibliotheque
Nationale
where satori
was so difficult to come by
and misguided gendarmes
gave incorrect directions
and when I asked, three or four people,
and no one knew where it was
maybe I was pronouncing it incorrectly
but no I don't think so
no one knew
"Je ne sais pas."
so I bought a map
at Gallimard
where the window
had Cendrars and Miller
in the window
(I stopped at a shop selling signatures and asked
about Cendrars
1000 euros and they couldn't find it
in their binders
"binders full of signatures"
awkward because I knew I would not buy it
they had two, the second much better
the other was a note in pencil on a pocket pad paper, faded)
near Place de Moliere
or le restaurants Japonais
so many in one area
next time
I'll stay in a neighborhood
not three blocks
from the Palais Royal
When I got home I opened the
UK Deutsch edition
the one with the pack of Gauloise
on the cover
and it was the same street that
he was looking for.