stream of thought
the rain shines
 the sun is swept into the night
streamed and strewn
    like papers on the floor
of the sky
(is that poetical?)
  yahhhhh
   

green paint
   a shit stained river
        suck it up
              the bombers are flying
                      
so what
   steam is billowing
        the grass is dead
            "in cafes people are reading on their computers"
   he says in Latin
       
                 you throw a tomahawk
at the sombrero
and call it a night

the sleep

monkey 

did slow motion 

cartwheels 

                           across the desert floor 

                                by a phonebooth 

                                                    people were arguing -

 who can be right?

 the most right?

 does it matter?

            to some 

                                   it matters more than

sleep itself

the phone rang

   

   

  

erstwhile
  cartography
of the rain puddles
    "some does
        and some does
this snow and ice
is gonna give your feet the blues"
 - Guitar Slim

DUMP TRUMP ©2017

That giant pink bunny
   suit
hanging out in the lobby
   it's not raining when I go in
   oxymoron shrimp
and cocktail sauce
  a tall orange juice mimosa
  "first things first"
these pagan rituals
 demand a little refreshment
  

i've got no rejoinder
the palm end
     yellow house
 wide wide street
       do you know it?
   No, how could you?
 it was baked in the sun
saw Jack London and Max Baer
    and Lawrence Radiation
     muggsy
  legs
 mad dog
and myself
the boss
  there was a time
when the fields
  were...

  

stoned 

and slurred

slandered

and slipping 

save the sos's 

for later

see the 

state of the 

ship is not sinking 

island dreams 

abound

 palm trees 

can be a good sign 

avoid the 

unavoidable 

practice what you 

practice 

too far sahib

the beam from my mind to

my money 

no brain worm 

please 

see the horizon 

straight and steady

betrixed
poly purposed
    androidenal
misgivings
       poop
poop
poop
  stem cell
    stenographer
   lay down your weary tune
         the dry answers are sweated and feared
                       stake yourself to the sun
                                 geckos are running across your arms
                                         we see the forest
                                               we see the trees
  so
what's new
     I'm planning to go to the desert 
    
silly sad
signs of the vertigo
    born under
          Alfred Hitchcock
and
Kim Basinger
 but wait!
    oh film
film
film
  no that's a cold entranceway
 to the popcorn is for everyone machine
      i'm sorry
      let's run!

fuck it!

    run!

daily 

syrup

  sticky 

           sweet 

bad dreams 

       the fbook

    the belt 

and the road

                       making toast at 5 am

                               after the garbage men

                                        clatter down the alley

trying to get my shit 

together 

but the full moon

mercury retrograde 

  combo 

  is fucking shit up everywhere

          they bulldozed a road to the lake 

    but not near us 

                                            dirty pillows

                            jacket's too small 

    all those pictures

why am I 

thinking 

   why am I 

eating bread 

   sourdough baguette

 

 

Poem #71

torn pages
by hozomeen
some would care not
illiberal non editing
but those parts 
   of luminous numinous
 the mountain trail
among fir and
dirt
   surprising no
they admonish
and yet quote
  why the pilgrimage
if you
don't see "eye to eye"
   he's no angel
         ruined
himself
 hard to see
    the desolation
speaks to many 
 

poem #72

Oh,
Richard Nixon

poem #73
 
eat
arggh
and drink
be merry
    but these people
are being assholes

the orange 

tenement 

gilded with 

  gold 

   a house of 

                 cards 

          all jokers 

                  the house 

                           takes it's cut 

                             and plays it

                                           coal to the chest 

"cough"

                    a pipeline 

                                             through war crimeas

                                     the putsch-

                                every deal 

                                      is a steal 

                                

                           

            

Didactic
    effulgence
dazzled stunned overcome
  or just bored
  looking into the light after
taking some known property
   real estate
of the neurological sub division
  sale pending!
   drive on drive on
we have many miles to go
    this looks promising
   if you like a good swamp
gators mosquitos
  green adders
or alders
   the snakey snake
shakey shake
that biblical umbilical
  cut cut
(the umbiblical cord) yes no
 don't mix your metaphors with gin
   unless it's tom collins-ish
giblet?
gimli
  don't even think it
the preacher fell into the vat
   drink your way out
of that one!
huh
   stoics in rooms reading by candlelight
 winds howl rain drips
   
 

The Tempest
   in Temphis, Mennessee
books books books
    how did they get here
   Ariel?

bootific
in serendipitous
   exculpatory
assiduousness


: parked,
the preying
   mantis
 in a green LeMans
 convertible sportster
      checking for lint
    on his polymer
nay
alien reptile figure
 not he
truly human yes
save his
    cold blooded
candor
meh
  stick it you
lousy pterodactyl
  replicant
  made in china
       or bantu bantu
      lost his swagger
momentarily
  green eye! green eye!
 
the flavonoids
    were in remittance
 provocatively
 
  dram the boson
    sear the book spines
     the letters were falling off the page
    catch them catch them
but they just looked away
    confused

   
    
   
       

mesmerized by
  the transmogrification
 he provided an
endless supply
   of F and No. 2 pencils,
mostly whittled down stubs,
occasionally
an HB
but it was rare,
              nonetheless,
the dusty hallways and
open spring windows
   allowed a certain sense
of being in ceramics class
  or making a silk screen t-shirt
some even made silver rings
 in jewelry class
like the time perry took lsd and came to school
or painted with
that paint that came in those
plastic bottles
what was that called?