Draft Beer

this is an
untitled post
or
rather
a draft
I'd rather have a draft beer
in front me
as I imagine
you would too

It was kinda warm out
and I was headed south
from New Hampshire
it was early May
kinda muggy
I found the location
on my phone
and drove there
with minimal difficulty
it was actually incredibly easy to find
it would have taken so much more effort
and planning
ten years before
amazing what having a device in your
pocket that has the sum total
of human knowledge on it can
do for you
good and bad
I drove through the
town and it looked like I had imagined it
oh and I've seen photos
but the small little factory town
mill town houses
too many shops owned by
"George"
little cement steps leading up to
screen door
front doors and
doorbells
tiny little yards
with a car parked across
and kids in tshirts
eating chips
and laughing
It wasn't hard to
find
like I said
even the gravestone
I actually drove right up
to it in my red rent a car
I took a bunch of photos
with each of my cameras
I had five cameras with me
six if you include the phone
how many pictures do
you need of a grave stone?
Problem was I had to pee
REALLY BADLY
you can only hold it down
for a while
if  I sat down
I was screwed
I smoked a cigarette
left two behind
and drove off to find a bathroom

I flew to Iceland
and waited for another plane
the customs agent there asked me
how long I was going to be in Europe 
I replied "Iceland just until my plane leaves
and Europe for two weeks."
I didn't have any
what was it kronners? krona
750 ISK
for a sandwich
( oh this was coming back)
and I had a boatload of euros
but they took euros also
so it worked out ok

the Parisian
night sounds
of private clubs
drunkenly spilling out
in the street 
on the Rue Richelieu
at 4 am
every night
it's along the way to Bibliotheque
Nationale
where satori
was so difficult to come by
and misguided gendarmes
gave incorrect directions
and when I asked, three or four people,
and no one knew where it was
maybe I was pronouncing it incorrectly
but no I don't think so
no one knew
"Je ne sais pas."
so I bought a map
at Gallimard
where the window
had Cendrars and Miller
in the window
(I stopped at a shop selling signatures and asked
about Cendrars
1000 euros and they couldn't find it
in their binders
"binders full of signatures"
awkward because I knew I would not buy it
they had two, the second much better
the other was a note in pencil on a pocket pad paper, faded)
near Place de Moliere
or le restaurants Japonais
so many in one area
next time
I'll stay in a neighborhood
not three blocks
from the Palais Royal
When I got home I opened the
UK Deutsch edition
the one with the pack of Gauloise
on the cover
and it was the same street that
he was looking for.

the covert simile
marked by an effusive renegade shopping
bag imprinted with a picture of
Michelle Bachmann
across the plaza
near the Trevi fountain
somewhere like Las Vegas
or Missoula
she was insulted by the thought
America is for Freedom
not what you think
everyone who came here was equal
we are all equal
we are Americans

lumpy bed day
rainy
stayed in bed all day
tomorrow back to work after three weeks off

OFF OFF OFF OFF OFF

(don't know what that's supposed to be)

Not sure if my brain is going to work tomorrow

but my body will be there
I think

I like rainy bed days
but it would be better if I had some food in the house
I always wait until I'm too hungry to do something

I guess I'll smoke a cig.
and then figure out the food

My face is so red. too much sun and I have a three day stubble
maybe I'll get a frozen pizza
pre heat the oven
bingo
Now you're thinking

haha

Sitting on Jack's grave
-it doesn't say Jack though
I need to pee

did not bring a bottle
- a haiku is not enough
it still doesn't say Jack

right in front of
Vee Kay Eisentrant
Jack's grave stone

found this pen in a
flowerpot near the grave
under some garbage

Somebody left two fat brown cigar stubs
like dog poos
and some dimes and pennies

Warm day
at Jack's grave
overhead a plane
and two birds

My red rent a car
is parked twenty
feet away from
Jack's grave

Nice quiet spot
here in Lowell
the buildings look
like Lowell

gonna go to the car
to get a cigarette
and smoke it

Suddenly it got creepy
time to go
no not yet

Paris 2013

As Midnight's broken toil
We ducked inside the doorway
Thunder laughing

The red and white
Striped bag of
Parisian mixed candy "bonbons"
Little black rolls with white inside
Large white cubes of nougat with peanuts
Toffee peanuts
Jujy bears different colors
Lost again not enough streets on the map too many streets to fit on one regular sized map it would be like a tablecloth

After sushi
Waiter didn't know what unfiltered sake
Is brought regular, hot
"No sans filtre, c'est froid"
He brings same sake unheated

At lunch watching business people and other
Odd characters and fashion choices
Charlie was right "sit at a cafe
And make fun of people.. It's
A national pasttime."

Sitting next to me at the next restaurant
A modern humphrey bogart at a table
With ma mere - large matron and a
Young mixed race woman ... Thought the young woman
Was girlfriend but then probably daughter
She is checking him for temperature
Hand on his forehead
Then runs to greet a friend
The man calls her name the food has arrived
She back at table tasting his lunch
Her head practically in the plate
First a large amount of hot beans
Then some of the meat, me watching
We make eye contact through the plastic
Ma mere is working away at a giant steak

as the hole
   burgeons?
no, that's gross
blossoms?
no not really
it's a fucking hole
a hole for fucking?
no not sure what kind of hole
the hole in my middle?
the hole of me
hole of me
why not take hole of me
cant U see
eyem no good w/out U 
Theres a hole in my bucket
dear Liza
dear Liza
who was Liza?
and why did she need to know about the
hole in the bucket?
kick the bucket
there's a hole in it
hole hog
hog hole
simply irresistble
Robert Palmer
holey shit
holy
shit
merde
merder
redrem redrem redrem
who's holy meow?
 God in his emptiness?
in his absence?
in his black hole?
absence makes the heart grow fonder
If God was around he probably wouldn't be so well liked
"dude never contributes to the coffee fund" - someone at god's office
Thanks for those home runs but why did he have to let my friend get crushed by that bus?
"ASSHOLE!"

... assholy
that's some assholy behavior

put your asshat back on and get back to
making it rain caterpillers
hole-y 1

Im fading from view
i'm looking out
on the horizon
and the past
is all I see

if you had a
shitty ass
dream
about someone you lived
with thirty years ago
what would that say to you?

on Donner
on Comet
on Shitzen
and Blitzen

Undzer kaufften
diertzen prizee

blah ba dee blah buh di
blah

now is the time

the time is now

I'm walking after midnight
I"M WALKIN HERE

ah da fug
what da fug

cuesta forio?
crema de cookie
creationism in Arizona
wears a black hat
and shoots
from a watery fountain

I slipped in a puddle of oil and caught myself
at the last second
my back was tweaked
and I saw my reflection in a store window

In my dream my nose had a large hole
right in the middle of it
i pulled on it to where it would
cover the hole but then it just
went back

it was like a the nose hole of a skull
death!
was that that was about ?
that's not pleasant !

corporatography: the picture that results from a limited perspective of bottom line mind control.

Art Hipster 

I erased
myself
with a pink eraser
#2 pencil
left a lot of
eraser
dust
and smudged
the paper
pretty good

It was a
drawing
of a deer
riding a fixie

the readers
the rafters
the bleeders
the lafters
the badgers
honey
and non honey versions

the broken the token
the spoken
chokin
and tokin
on
the hathaway
dreams
and hathaway
drams

the crybaby
man eaters
and honeyboy
man boys
crying about their
spilled peas
while momma wipes their nose

the cryin lot
the parkin lot
the cryin tot
aerated ice cream looks
like a lot more

the hit and run
and el paso impala
tore up from
front to back
"it was right in front of
the hotel. Somebody musta seen it."

some perfect design
in valued hues
"valued hues/" what is
that?
I'm off the rails
lets get it back on track

Captain Fresgue
beckoned the comely lass
from his vantage point
of the sidewalk

His spaceship had been
disabled
and the crew had beamed
him to the surface
to try to find the necessary parts

that was six months
ago

since then he had lost his communicator
and
his weapon

sold them actually

he had seen several rescue
parties
but had managed to avoid
them
having dug the locater chip
from his thigh with a rusty
knife

it had gotten badly
infected
but the nurse at the hospital
was beautiful
and the pain killers
could be sold on the
open market
or used
to ease the pain

she was
the channel 54
of lovers

somewhere
on that VHF
dial

sometimes
she didn't come
in so good

a little static-y
and snow
ya had to
move the rabbit
ears
around

there were
some good shows
on that channel
but mostly now he just watched the news

Defunct&
cantilivered

born in
fomenting
remedial
political strife in
the family
  as it were
  as it is
while the barstool spins

a sunset in the
neighborhood
with

late night
wind

on channel 32

the bird
outside
the window
an airplane sound
the slam of a door
good morning