Mired
 In myriad
 Mirrors
Mirthfully
   Mendacious
 
     *********
 Stage right
   The fat man gets
 A blow job
   From the aging poet
 He’s a stranger now
 Wandering the Pentecostal Highway
 Near St Joe
    He wears a mask of Zippy the Pinhead
      And only eats hamburgers
 Some say
   He could have been in the major leagues
  Others say
  Quaaludes

Some creature
 Forged
 A nascent path
To the avenue of reliquaries
    Stood softly
        Bent his arm around
       A pole
 And leaned forward
     Waiting like a
Child for an open candy

Stymied
   And sturgid
 Reading thru olde
Poemes
 And adding e’s to
Wordes
    Woe
My tidal forbearance
 Woe to plague and plaque
That coats my teethe
     Plague on you sweet
 Darling
Of the purple coat
    Left on a blanket
 Somewhere near Astoria
Where Josh
   Says the Bumblebee tuna
 Factory
 Ruined everything

The Horseman’s on the Roof
 The plague is everywhere
  Paris 1849
      Jean Giono
Stopped writing “ Jean Giono’s”
Maybe we should too

Creatures of
   The Burning Light
 My Heart is
In your hands

The ides of 

 March 

      Came and went 

   No bewareness 

    Shoulda been January

     Who knew?

      Fuck that asshole 

        His profound stupidity 

 And greed has killed 

       Us  buried in mass graves 

 The Fool

 Card of the Tarot

Now dressed as Death

I’m a soliloquy 

 Away 

 From losing 

 Myself 

   Seen in the reflection

    The bandito

    Again

     The white puff of smoke 

 From the rifle 

      Yes 

 I’ve killed 

     But now there’s no Faleena 

    Not even a song 

Stop 

 The fledgling 

     Nincompoops starting 

 The stoops

       Of stairway 

      To help us 

                  Reverberating 

    In their 

                       Dodge caravans 

        Old Arab saying 

   ‘The dogs will bark

                            But the caravan keeps moving’

A stone surrogate 

      Stomped the stupid

      Stairs

      Sensing 

 A surreal symphony 

Surrounding him

A stern shake 

                       From the warning house

Located somewhere

                     In Los Angeles California

Via the tv 

       SALE!

  Everything must GO!!

   But no

Everything must stay 

        Stay away 

      Dragons on the rooftop

      Pigs in the mess hall

     We’re number ONE!

    I need a drink...

Little Red Rabbit Hood

     Bought some curds and whey

   Whattaya say

 Hey hey

Sweet Virginia

 Fol de rol

       The Queen of Becoming

                   Had a million plans 

                                        All of them good ones

  And outfits to match 

       Western skirts with fringe 

    Six shooters in holsters

         Bud light macrame hat 

        With tubeage 

         A sly grin

    And red curls 

    Apple dumpling cheeks 

   She’d smile and yell

    Hey asshole take a hike!

Pulling a silver six shooter 

      And fire off a few rounds 

                     Snap snap snap

   

The dreams 

   Were not like tv

 He said 

 A fossil like movie 

              The pace was in geologic time

   Great canyons may

 Eventually arise

       But the popcorn was good

oh the broken

cistern

                 of our Folly

     painted on the side

          In Helvetica Bold 

          Hubris 

    LLC 

     

Seen a lady today

 Sitting in her 

  Driveway 

                 Garage door open

                            Smoking a cigarette

                       Wearing a pink bathrobe

She didn’t say hi

This morning 

 I went out to the kitchen 

 To make coffee

   I was wearing my jacket

     Because it was cold

My housemate was there 

 And he looked at my jacket 

 And started shaking his head

“What are you wearing that jacket for?”

   “Because it’s cold?”

“Why don’t you turn on the heat like normal people?”

  

Steer by 

  The stars 

 No by 

     The waves 

                 They can do that

                         Must take a keen eye

   He said 

    As he handed me 

    An Amstel Lite

    

Hello

 Sweet sky

                Great high clouds 

      Transfer

     The thought

       Trade in seaweed 

      And kelp

                          And cans of tuna fish 

       To old sailors

          Salty 

 And dirty 

 And drunk

       Pass the hat 

        For Lefty

      Who broke his arm

    On a pizza box 

    And had to be taken

                  By three armed nurses 

        Who still think 

 He was not crazed 

 With seaweed madness

     But “there’s no help

like a bowl of kelp”

Didn’t help matters

   

      

Beat

    Box 

                        Banana fudge

     Stipend of 

 The surrogate

      We stand 

 And moan

      Oh fuck

      No it’s not like that

Yes yes yes yes please

Pour g

   Still crying 

      In the sand 

 Of cauliflower 

    Ho ho

    The tahagata 

      Broomstick

    Sweep the 

 universe

  Slowly at first

 Soon 

  60,000 mph

     How many 

  Horsepower 

 Is that

  How many 

 Hummingbird 

 Power

   Where is 

 My mountain

 Of love

Strobe like 

 Effects 

 Affects me 

 Like sunspot 

   Blindness

    Sliding in the muddied 

 Field 

    Avoiding people 

 Trying not to cough

 Sneeze

 Or cry

  Farting is ok

I guess

That rosewood

 telecaster 

       Is 26,000 dollars 

 Hunh 

    I want to be George

   You can be Paul

                                  He made the most money