Madrigal, trained in puffer fish preparation,
a maiden of the
echolation that we performed
one saturday night in the backroom
at Wickey's
she tried to kill her boss
but had to be content with
just driving over his foot
she told the police her pantleg
got caught on the pedal
they believed her
and the insurance company paid
I had to go back to Santa Barbara
but my heart wasn't in it
I spent my time eating greasy fries
reading Larry McMurtry books
and smoking really bad weed that I got
from a guy in A dorm.

who smiles brightly

the sound
the sound

where is the waking forest?

into the deep
dark shadows
of Pine

who shakes the tree
and reads the novel

whose life is like a long drawn out
series of episodes
in different bodies

how could you have not seen
the wizard of Oz?

"I grew up in India"

piling up
green envelopes
with a thousand yesterdays
in harsh gray tones
you pushed the boundary
of the line between shop/work
left stacks toppling
a workaround janitorial remedy
but it all goes in the same bag
at the end of the day

my shoes are a mess
my socks are fighting with
my extension cord
in a pileup of bags of
random light year junk
and breakfast steps
late night chicken cheese dreams
and grapefruit makes my meds
*more* efficacious
my sinew hand
and turkey thanksgiving *likes*
Carl Jung said it best
in all those *white* books

if you called
i would answer
but no one calls anymore on land lines
my brain blew up
must be the Israelis, right?
who does that?

climate change
namaste
         stepped on coke
but you peed on your foot
and your stomach hurts AND
you cant get to sleep
but you do know where the end of the comforter is

gray day
of mourning do
the fresh
the reach
the anon
n\book publisher
broken or at least breaking
with so much to look for
and so little time

We used to eat margarine
on our toast, baked potatoes, rice, anything
you would normally put butter on
It was supposed to be good for you
less FAT
came in sticks wrapped in brassy colored foil
It got so butter didn't taste good
I wanted margarine
now the FDA says partially hydrogenated fats
are NO GOOD FOR YOU
after what, a hundred years they figure this out?
FUCKERS
haha
science is always right until they
find something else
My mom has a giant tub of this weird white oily stuff
in the cabinet - no refrigeration...that should be the first sign you shouldn't eat it
CRISCO
keeps stuff crispy
like your arteries
and cookies
giant tub of white stuff
like frosting
 DARK MATTER
we'll find it!
GMO wheat
WE OWN IT
screw the people
we want to own
all the food
TRUST US
ITS SCIENCE
OOPS
WE'LL FIX IT

Unicorn was bored and sick. He felt miserable. After he had breakfast at the Blue Jay Cafe he found a spot on a stoop and smoked his pipe. A troll came by which was unusual as Unicorn had not seen a troll since his Billy Goat Gruff days.
"I challenge you to a game of fingers." said the troll.
"I can not play this game as I do not have the necessary appendages."
He shook a hoof at the troll.
"How do you smoke that pipe then?" asked the troll.
 "I smoke it with my mouth." replied Unicorn.
The answer seemed to not satisfy the troll who gave a mild harumph.
"Sing a song then." said Unicorn.
The troll gave a sly grin and began a song.
"On the morrow steed of flintlock grey
a man of leisure rides,
a man of leisure rides,
On the morrow steed of flintlock grey
a man of leisure rides,
a man of leisure rides.
His wife is an Albanian
and lies about her age.
His wife is an Albanian
and lies about her age.
With sun and dew and sprinkled
light the two of them caught sail and flew
across the street to the liquor store. 'twas there
they bought a pint of Old Jack Barrel
and went to to drink it in the park,
and went to drink it in the park."
He finished the song with a little dance his arms outstretched.
Unicorn puffed on his pipe.
 "Good song. I'll buy the first bottle. No rides!" 
But the troll was gone.

Lyrics

That bastard lies
he twinkles and tries
DO NOT TRY
as the ponies run down
and a lonely egg fries

sad old lonely egg eh?

try again....

reaching for the gold ring
can you see it
it s on your forehead
its a sunburn

you fell asleep on the grass
you got poked andpimpled and harrassed


I gave up having friends
it wasn't worth it
-
on the lighter side lets go have a drink
ah fuggit

Dissent is a criminal act
Thought is terrorism
The potential justifies
The persecution
The apparatus of
Surveillance
Is driving the State
By for and TO the people
Now is the time
The typewriter is dead

archaic propriety
insisted he act
but he did so without passion
he folded the letter
and sealed it in wax with his insignia ring
the messenger of this letter
would be killed
despite his plea
across the desert
he thought he saw
Isis
but realized he was just tired
and in need of sleep 

the dromedary Ephesus
marched in procession
with a thousand slaves
under the beating sun
a lone Norwegian
sat atop
the great beast
Magnus Magnusson
said to be a genius
at mathematics
was now an expert in antique lamps

slander had a new face
shining brightly shining brightly

steep climb
move to the arc of detritus

EMPIRE EMPIRE EMPIRE
his foundation was ashen
and he carried a load of bent bolts

You are the missing
You are not missing
to be missed
to be missed

I'd lay down in a field of green clover
with a bonny lass of fifty years

Carry the stream
burrow and bough
fjord the distant capitals
dominican eritrean judea

an echo down the branch
of his left arm
expunged
with sterile prognostication
he cassocked  his way
past the rambling
into the entryway of marble and granite
learned gentlemen applied thumbscrews
and deforestation
to his country land
his sweat burned a hole in the floor
and he crept through the ceiling vents
and escaped in 73 Corolla
he was a lemon
but his car wasn't

Mired in the spirit
of the brig
drinking  fighting
pissing off the wall
and 
running through dry dusty
alleys
of barking dogs
chained and drooling
theres no heaven like tomorrow
playing violin
on the floor
He woke up with a tattoo of
a dancing hula girl

the ink dried on his hand
the serial etching
worked its way through
the cerebellum
a horse barked and kicked a pale across the room
Forensic evidence
compelled the DA
to turn States evidence
a roman coin lay on the floor
Tiberius

lack of real self awareness
is a pretty fucking sad thing

the dry foam bargain
wagon planted in west oakland
spray paint
wonder graffitti
im a woken timed seven
working that screened aphorism
tshirt factory day job
sandwich into a meal deal
found exploited mass
hysteria is tv
im a woken four times eight
going for sunshine rescue
or bold moves from a drug wasteland
white man, "are you really that obtuse?"
no n yes
im a token four by zero
 coulda just said no
shoulda akshully
but the patterns sometimes get ya
your no different
dont think you can fool yourself
there are ways
to forget
 right now just
watching tiger lilly
and Rebecca on my screen

I "should" have foreseen the dreadful
error of my ways
the gypsy fortune teller
in the machine
said