I escaped the momentary fragment of Eurasia

    With a cigarette 

    And the time of downward dog angels

      Sleeping in chartreuse 

       Like in a stupid poem

 I can only take a few poems 

    At a time

   Festering bug-like

      Squirming on a chaise lounge 

    With eyes of landscapes 

     Like war

      Until the snap of the windowshade 

   Stirs my frozen antlers

 Crafted for forgiveness 

    The orange rhymes-a-lot tower

      Was leaning several inches 

          When the Colma Sand

              Was discovered to be the "culprit"

      Unfortunately we had already purchased

       Matching dog harnesses

           Too late!

 You think you know

    And you know

     You do

      But the photograph 

   Says otherwise

  Still fuck that

      Photos lie

     You are the one

    Who said that 

   Wasn't that you?

    Oh, maybe not

     I'm tired of all this pursuit

    Of meaning

     Let's watch tv

    And drink

 The brief respite 

       Was sewn to pants

Of Akira Kurosawa 

   Films

 There is no hope

    But in the heart

      What's that

     Look out

 The lights changing

 Above

    Abroad

     Are you going to Freiburg?

 I crafted the mucillage 

   Dyscordiance 

    From an eagles lair

    Like all good men

     The typewriter says

   

 I flubbed it

    Sailing

   W j. slocum 

    Still the bumpo 

    Is the final word

  

 Just dropped a Xanax

     The sleep 

      Room is blah blah blah

      Hairy ideas 

       From the basement boys

      Steal a pair of

      Tennis rackets

     And stay in time

      Close to the event horizon 

     Don't be effortless

  Strawberry nuanced 

    Awards ceremonies 

     Your shirt is just right

      And you look good

 But no one is paying the tab

    The bill is due

   Who's pa is in the audience? 

     Line the garage with bicycles 

       Lemon drop Schwinn

    Cherry bomb

    apple crate 

   Do the shocks work

     On Idaho divorce hills?

    Some say yes

 Breathe! 

In empty awareness

   Of silk striped cement highways

    Of oil cans and bent rims

      Tired worn out tired

 Piled to the signs

    By the fences with green plastic

     Chain link days 

        With candy wrappers 

     And empty Dr. Pepper plastic bottles

 We stole checks from mailboxes

    And bought what would take us away

   In an abandoned rock store 

     We sat and talked

     Of Covid and what there was to eat

    The night was cold and we slept in an old car 

Named Tomorrow 

   

 Green garlands

     Round the purple footed

     Iroquois

      Blood tomahawks

        In birch canoes 

   We paddled 

   The soft Star 

       The water talking 

         Reeds whispering

    Amongst themselves

         Give the day it's due

        The blood is not to be seen

          Upon the water

       

 I pinched some adderol 

    From the drawer in his work desk

    This was some gin in there too

       Later I had cotton mouth

   So dry

     When he found out he got mad

    And he never really got mad

    I was surprised 

 

When he came to look at the room for rent

    He didn't really say much 

 His buddy did all the talking

He got married on Kuaui 

     He was so nervous

    The plan had been to hike Napali to the beach

   I would go, being all old and shit, on the 

     Supply boat with the cousins bf 

 But he cheated on her 

   So no boat. 

 I could not drift

    For I had drifted further

        Beyond the banks

      Of Gods good grace

   Pray tell what cause

      Doth haunt the weary headed? 

    Oh the uj- ya know all that shite

   Hah! The truth be told

     You are too bold-

     Lay down the sullen weariness

    And rise to the occasion!

Why not?! What the fuck!

       

 The "fatal" Vision

 Like a spurious hunch

    Reminded us

    We had not had lunch

    And so we stopped

     Our luxurious carriage

     To enter a marriage

     Of our mouths and the 

       Cuts of cold beef- 

    Never a Union more satisfied 

     We burped and moved on to Claret

   And other fine wines

 I captured the Flood

     And the freedom lovers

     Put them in my basket

        Sad eyed murderers

          Look into your heart

They said

     But having none I could not

 Instead I filled my cup!

   With covetting 

   Of corvettes

    Sad eyed headlights look

   To the East

   For News

    And topical nuances 

Strange cuts of glass

   And sports coats 

 On alternating

   Waves of depression 

   And intoxication 

     The *Great Sea* moves forward

     And back

         The iron rings are sharp

      Some could make a living from yawning

 The Grifter stooge

           Hit in the head by a two by four

Do that 

    Till you die

      Weeping for the cow pies

 On a lonesome hill

       You ain't no cowgirl

     And this is not a rodeo 

    

 Ya gotta 

                 Just ca hoooosey

     On the loose floozy

         Of Time

   See that Crock o Dial

      Movin past the syncho- pile

  Sleep like babes in the old wood shed

       Dreaming of a time wherein

The you weren't dead

 Grafted

    To the grifta 

      Kicked his asp 

     Shoulda been swifta 

         Down the funky railway tube

         Screaming screams

     Are you wearing cream? 

    How's yr spleen? 

      I'm a lemon drop away

     Call me up some day