the drifting
car thought
       love-
  something akin
 to a 63 fairlane
    4 door
what is memory
    i can hear
 bells
and machinery
    the whistle and some kind of birds
   it's a cool breeze
       spare the air seems gone today
            i'm drifting in a uselessness
coffee morning
  every day
 seems like a battle
    wtf

Random 

a bunch of hokey
balloons
stuffed into
the mouth of
a giant king kong doll
  he knew it wasn't real
 stepping on the platform
he sensed the eyes
of Sauron
watching him
 eyes? or eye?
i guess just eye
big one
flames

SF Summer is the winter of

across the
frozen
  breakfast
  landscape
      a Casper David Friedrich
  staring into the
    abyss
 of sky
   and bran flakes
 the toaster
is broken again
   but the broiler
works
   now
the kitchen is
 filled with smoke
  
 
 

genetic factors
reveal
  photic sneeze reflex
  but only when on
the Muni bus in
the early am -
  achoo!
other traits
analyzed:
1.Likeliness to have driven an AMC Pacer
  2. Inordinate cursing reflex
    3. Reader of droll novelettes
sounds dismal
  huh?
 moving on up
  gene pool-wise
 

    

  

 rando 

sleepy
 headed
     iceberg skies
   brilliant
 dissertation
of the probable causes
  the steam from the coffee
  the sideways glance
  the gallery with metal butterflies
  "We flew to Amsterdam together in the mid-eighties"
still the chocolate
was good
we didn't look back
  and now it's all about Italy
god help me
  we saw the Giottos
in the Cappella degli Scrovegni
  Leonardo cartoon in a dark room 
in the Uffizi
  Saint Anne
which one 
pointing to heaven
 "due capuchi!"
slam the cup down 
on the bar 
  and they are out
 passport stolen on a bus 
in Napoli
  lovely pizza ovens though
just wanted to get to the train station
  ripped off at the bank trying 
to get reimbursed for 
travelers checks 
   remember those?
then off to Nice 
  train stopped at the border 
  workers strike again 
two hour? 
"Je ne sais pas"
bused to Monaco 
  Bonco! 
 saw James Bond
in my mind's eye 
 straight to Paris after that
already went to Cezannes atelier in Aix-en-Provence
  now surrounded by suburbs
 cold in Paris 
African men selling 
  wind up birds
 dirty hotel 
strong coffee 
  and delicious croissants
Good bye continent from
Le Havre 
off to London

now is
soon
S is for stars
  see
see the miracle that is
   a sidewalk avalanche
   the fog
the fog
 the cold wind
and fog
  buy a nice nordic sweater
 tie the arms
around
your neck and
go to Ghirardeli Square
    see it's 1974
all over again
    or not
       definitely not

one
two
three
 motherfucking
concerns
  about this
or
that
or somebody's damn
dog
 and the guilt
because
oh I guess
I do a lot of complaining
 no dolmas in cans
this time
  tecates
 and
chips
 and I don't want to stare at the
 odometer
 to see how many miles
 I have left
and whom
I'm supposed to meet
    for lunch
downtown
so the light is still on
maybe I'll buy some new shoes
  Nobody
really cares
if you don't go to the party
(stole that)



   

banjohead
      bitter
fruit
   in a hot
can of worms
    barefoot and dirty
walking between the corn
   laughs
out
loud
   "D.A. Pennebaker!"
  cuts his thumb on the metal lid
   swears and puts on his
ear buds
  blood getting on them
"Hey let's get more beer!"
    runs off

it's a
    foregone
  extemporaneity
(not a word)
   "stop playing those
Neil Young songs, nobody likes that
slow stuff"
 "you just worry about hitting those drums, is that the hardest you can hit with those skinny little arms?"
 Josh just keeps playing eighth notes
  it's too hot in here

a cold summer
morning
                           monday
with sirens
  fire trucks
   and neighbors
 someone's listening
   to an old record
of billie holiday
  
  

i left you
in the
   ford fairlane
 six cylinders
  cassette deck
    bolted to the floor
underneath
    the drivers seat

fire on
the plain
   grandma's walking
     miles
  to hear joni mitchell
   

slimey
cakes
of broken
arrows
imbedded in time's midriff
    steel the barriers
forsaken
  God has vanquished the
parallel Universe
   two-niverse
    the tuna-verse
  survives our sushi instincts
baring our forks
and double crossed knives
  of broken inlay
we house our base
demeanor in gourds
and saltshakers
   the ice of polar bears
 makes constellations
Arctos
   Ursos
      Oso
mi ojo
 

SF Bay Bridge

back to reality now
   ah thats good
it's nice and cool out
  the fog hanging off San Francisco
sunny though
  perfect
perfect fucking day
  people look at me when i go outside
i had to get some bottled cold brew coffee
$3.99 each
I got two
a pack of cigarettes
  reeses cups
and peanut m&m's
 then i went back to my room
 and wrote this

we're dying down here
   ah but what a way to go
 i've seen it
on tv
 we know the score
but who's playing
la dee da
la dee da
 
 
  

keep the line straight
  or not
whatever
   i'm a one trick pony
 living on air conditioning
    smoking a hookah
       sitting on my mushroom
   existence-
 underground-
 thats where life is -
planet of the apes
    seek the
 (fill in blank)
     save
save
   save
 control alt delete
    fireworks are cool
    Dr Pepper's pretty good
 you can't always wear what you like
but if you try some time
   drum fill
 left handed drummer
   like falling down stairs
  ba dump bump ba dump
thump
 some tricky existence
    smoke another hookah there charlie
and look to the skies
  for chemtrail X
     he is the revelator

what am i supposed
to do
apologize for everything?
  is it my fault
 it feels like it is
    fuck
       recycling ain't gonna do it
 bulldoze
that shit
  right?
 "no" "junk" "cars"
said the sign at the dump
   nearly lost my mind over THAT one