I left a thousand embraces

         Curtailed the soul

      Bylined by the antipathy 

Of fundamental variances

   Staged a coup

    With the mystics

Of Sardinia

         The time was nigh

So too were the sea lions

We painted our boats 

A bloody red 

      And laughed as the beer spilled 

      Treason was at hand surely

 But we watched sunsets 

   At Dunsmuir factories gates

    And stole the tired walk 

        With a handful of options

    Try don't try do don't do 

      Somewhere the keys were mislaid 

     In a bin of rubbish

   

Centered

On ambiguous promulgation

The nether region

     Legions

        Sycophants say what 

       Then go to jail   

Don’t pray

   For anyone’s failures she said

    There’s mysteries too deep

              For the fragile ice 

Of your judgments

I skated away

Torn failure

       Fever minded

   Scrotum faced 

                             Mugfug  

Oh that’s not nice 

Be brave

     Lost mitten for the 

              Kitten 

 And the cat

          Stay clear 

       Fingers are important

             Read carefully

        The aluminum necked

              TB

                                                Got that certain twang

Sidle up to the bar

For another gin & tonic

 A casket of forgiveness 

   We stopped where the trees began

Here she said

   We dug and dug

Deeper and deeper

   And then words were said

    No one cried oh maybe a little

 Then we buried that forgiveness

For it was dead

 Prayed for the Moses of toes

Prayed for the lily white seasons

Prayed for the bowed and the blowed

Prayed for the raisiny crows

Some far

Some near

See the signs 

Of the raisiny crows

What do you 

A foreigner in my mind 

Have to say

About these things

I am interested 

Stop at the store

A fine kettle she said

You've stolen the light 

And now she's dead

Pray for the mixture

The fixture

The field

Pray for the hassle

The topsail

The yield

Pray the godawful

The dirt

And the greed 

Pray the essence 

Of mercury

And mead

 We crept from the foul mealy mouthed authors toward the door.

The sunlight was like baked Alaska cold on the inside.

My knife was lost on the cliff so I bit thru the leather straps.

I remembered the down filled comforters and the winter sunlight in San Francisco. Too easy. 

We harvested the lobsters who had climbed over the barricades. One said his name was pituitary and he had worked as an optician. Or was it optometrist?

Time circled back and left us cramped and thirsty for wine. 

 I lost the battles.  

    But the war was fun.

   We hopped a freight to rigormortistan stiffened up a bit

   Al said the shops in town suck

   No Cuban cigars 

   No Abba Zabba

No RC Cola

   Amber said we should sell the children.

But I’m not ready for that.

Still they are a noisy bunch.

I’ve 

Lost the taste 

   Of light shows 

   In New York

    Fine pickled embraces

   Like a cowards goodbye

         We stir the transient liquid 

        And caress the airwaves

        Stop thief 

 But no luck

         We run off laughing

Into the darkened streets

Of yesterday 

 What did I do today

Where did all the Martians go?

Some like raspberry jam others say the seeds get stuck in their chromium di-axial chambers

Still we try to get thru

The other ones went quietly

Why can't we all just eat donuts

And feel slightly sick

Or happy

Or 

What did I do today 

 Create the Magellan fireworks

Light show

Bombarded in Yemen

 There’s little to no hope of confusing what should be with what aint 

I’m not returning to the scene of the crime

My fingerprints are everywhere

-On the back of your neck

Gander deeds

     Awake!

Or go back to sleep

Ya toothsome vanity

   Snorkeling with suits and Clark boots

     Gasping for storied winds

 Of Macbeth 

 Skull at the ready 

   Seek!

   The coins are for the boatman

     I kinda look like Brad Pitt in Troy

 Clocked by the time- left for tomorrow- the senses reek- take a limestone bath ye of little faith- carry the Minnesota winds - eat well and borrow profusely- steal occasionally- set the coordinates for a story after lunch. Garbage McClockstein

 See me 

hear me 

feel me 

 Yeah right

    Sand is in my mouth

    Stuffed peppers for dinner last night

 The way mom made em

 With ground beef and white rice

 Not my favorite

 See me 

Hear me 

Feel me

    The sand of Serengeti 

       Slips thru your fingers

      You dead poet 

      Dead Edgar Allen Poe

Deadgar alien poo

  Whoops 

Hey! 

 See 

 Ah fuck it

 Sometimes it's hard to wake up. I just want to stay sleeping or maybe I really don't want to be awake and dealing w the awake life stuff. Too many daymares. Then I have a cup of coffee and it's all okay. I really can't complain. But I do. 

 Keep it up

             KEEP IT UP

      keep it UP

it's gonna be okay

    See the air

    See the sky

  Moon man standing on 

Your plate 

   The weathers just right

         Skull hair playing violin

             In romantic Rhine River

    Castle tower

   Keep it up

         Keep it up

 

Smoofed smocked smigged   Centered on 

Eurasian consolidations the fantastic

   Eritrean traipsed thru my brain

      See the centered lines in the brick roadway

        Lines in your facts

             Facing the desperate sea wheeling your thumb in desperate cohesions 

      Placated like an unknown variant in a cell driven cariotid 

Cleft thru the pan pacific highway

   Delta hurricane thoughts

    Of playa de los muertos and expensive b&b’s for overweight

    White fucks 

    Complaining about his fajitas

 Snuffed 

Rebuffed tuffed it out to the extent that he could considering the factors that weighed upon him 

    Puffed 

   Duffed

 Stoopid