I "should" have foreseen the dreadful
error of my ways
the gypsy fortune teller
in the machine
said

at times the backwards
sway
cotton candy
and alligators

for the arbitrary basket
of fate
fate is where you find it
what did you put in the basket?

VYL
63 Ford Fairlane
echofisk three
indian store batik ceiling
marantz tape deck under the drivers seat
blaupunkt speakers on the back
also covered with batik; hidden
suspension kind of low
car weighed A TON
all metal and steel
drove to Santa Cruz
1978
also Oregon that summer
in the drizzly sunshine
listening to Blood on the Tracks
and Old and In the Way tape
my sister made
stoned
smoked a lot of pot
driving
in the HEAVY rain
on hwy 17
cars going 75 mph
round great long round curves
past hwy 9
the old highway
at one point I had an sx 70
and took little square polaroids
everything analog except fortran nerds
and IBM and Lawrence Radiation Lab
punch cards and printer paper
drawing floating race cars
on computer printer paper
no computers in the hand on the wrist in your ass
like right now
was that better
uh stupid
driving to west Cliff
and Seabright
down to the garden mall
listening to jazz on sundays and smoking clove cigarettes
drinking white wine in the hot sun
playing guitar
jamming out
ROCK

on the divorced branch
of memnonic memory
ghost memory
staccato rythmn and blues
in "ghost DOG, ghost LOAD
Pussy Juice
Ghost allegory
of the chant
the chant of ghosts
(in the corners);
that's where they hide
look for them in the corners
they make you do strange
things or not - mostly not
Ghost hunger
ghost toast
with Ghost butter
ghost stories
you know those
how he left because
there was drinking to be done somewhere else
ghost rhymes
with ground zero
ghost is the most
we leave the laundry
and stare at the TV
"ghosts found in attic- want to be left alone."

Morgan Territory Road
where the dry grass is all that grows
the sun too hot the water too
nonexistent
sink a well 200 feet
one hill has scrub;
Brushy Peak
I thought he said Bushy Pig
"Bushy pig."
no trees on these rolling hills
no shadow side
just a winding road through white hot
cattle pastures
cattle pastures that have been cattle pastures for two hundred years
so long the cattle,
with their grazing, have carved ridges every ten inches or so
latitudinally across every hill side

we rolled joints maybe ten of them and
listened to Emerson Lake & Palmer's
electronic keyboard prog rock album
of a giant armadillo tank battling mountains
and human face scorpions
we were all trying to pass a joint to
someone who already had one.
We all wore blue jeans i think

for now we see
what we see
no wanting
just am
like a basket of flowers

1.
like a credit card lunch
drowning in fog
the music of our sorrows
is not in E flat
your boots are not John Fluevog
and we are not waiting to hear
the sound of the car door slamming

B.
Errol we prole
in Praha
bastion
of Exeter
down the
river road
cleaning
with
Comet
The Perseids
are going by
now
right now

3.
mean Mr Mustard
died a horrible cancer
death
deeeeeeeeeeeaaath
screaming in to his pillow
He did have nice sheets
with little stars all over them

4.
In George Washington's
wooden teeth
coca leaves
and pearls
On the road from Coba
I saw a man with
a machete
and a live turkey in a burlap sack
its head sticking out
the pregnant woman
did get a seat

5.
I know you
You're that guy that never does anything, ever.
you were on that show
what's new in who cares magazine?

The Days of Pre-Internet
such innocence and naivete
to not know where the nearest KwikiMart is
The revolution will not be emailed
It already happened

as far as the rose can be thrown
people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones
what does it mean if you pronounce the g in hang up?
and other great movie titles

In the search for a voice
he found instead a portabello on pumpernickel
After two sleep deprived nights
he realized there was no SCSI to USB adapter
his mind had become a cybernetic sandwich

all she really wanted
to do was drink wine and smoke cigarettes
and maybe do a few lines of blow
then go home
and pass
out
but things don't always work out the way you want them to

my thoughts
hold no promise
I am the rose that bites
I am the thorn that bleeds
across my forehead
an avalanche of movie poster ideas
Avenue D and East How'ston
sneakers and jeans
smoking weed
and waiting for night
sleeping in the morning
making love on your mother's
extra bed

May the Fourth be with you.

when the parties
became the same
when the former
passed the latter
"we've been outdone"
Secret courts approving a surveillance package of all citizens communications.
Internet and phone companies legally obligated to provide warrantless government access to all data; emails, searches, purchases, phone calls, etc.


found this comment about NYT editorial saying Snowden had no reason to fear coming back to the states.

• from Bill Appledorf

Talk about shooting the messenger.

There would be no conversation about mass surveillance and its implications for American democracy if it were not for Edward Snowden -- because government spying was a deep dark secret before he told us what is going on -- and yet all anyone in the corporate media wants to talk about is what to do about Edward Snowden.

Here is what to do about Edward Snowden: give him a medal!

And do your investigative job.

Does no one in the U.S. media have the merest grasp of how toxic a surveillance state is to free speech, freedom of association, political dissent, and virtually every aspect of civil society upon which rests the possibility of a safe and secure life in the USA?

For all the talk about militants in Yemen, Somalia, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and dozens of other countries, the biggest threat to the American public today is corporate rule, the militarization of everything, and a surveillance apparatus that would make the Stasi drool.

Unbelievable.

all things are measured
in "Literature"
for philosophy is a failed
balcony
see the car
see the shiny car
see how it shines
I do not understand
What we are about
when the keyboard
types the hand

Option. do not call
Option. please forgive me
Option. I am a failure
Option. Society has been failed
Option. the sin of the first world  repeat endlessly
Option. I can not be responsible
Option. We are one

gray worm
of science
burrowing
without eyes
things grow
flowers bloom
fish are hooked
timetables tell their tale
of story book freeway endings
as the siren drifts away
repeating endlessly
the hand lays outward
dripping blood
the sleeping face of the worm

mirror mirror
on the wall
who's the fuckediest fuck
of them all?

hello
as in shut the fuck up
-wise
I'm the marigold
of
the star
cross fibered
entity
of ice
with a capacity for fruitless
caring
sometimes it's better to say nothing
at all

a 12 %
decay
in the emotional life
smoking causes blindness
and gangrene
smoking in bed
well I guess that's a fire hazard

it's too late
for this
and I'm hungry

if memory
was my only hope
this would be a shit show
that it actually already is
people are talking and
they know what they're talking about
voices are raised
what she said
but really, right?
who took my beer?