what that
coffee
 is

s trong  ggggg
  

  ngngnggng
       '

oops

4 am
woke up and
had a piece of banana bread
    pretty exciting
  but not as good as when it was
still warm
  texted Dale
about a sketchfest movie
   then realized fuck
its 4 am
   saw Napoleon Dynamite at sketchfest ? last year
  Vote for Pedro
    

being
dead tired
  days go by
    sleep
 in a comfortable
 mess
    stretching
  I have a bump on my hand
I watch samurai movies
    one after the next
    it makes me want to drink tea
      but I drink vodka tonics
            and play texas hold em
what a boring game
  I didn't have a single decent hand
   so it goes

Bonnie 

Sophia 

 meaning wisdom

Roman ruins 

                           what city was it?

                            Alicante?

  Almeria? 

                        bloody Moors 

                                         and Roman ruins

   

Katsu's bag of tricks
are endlessly entertaining
 the wide legged walk
   the eye flutter
    the ear wiggle
      the way he vigorously massages his clients
        the half opened eyelids
           the head back laugh when he realizes someone is attempting to
              take advantage of a poor itinerant blind masseuse
               
               

tweep

twiddle


            twaddle
 I twaddled
    for a cup a coffee
    
 the sound was scritch
 scritch
scratchin
           Ali
               them
                   with a baton
                            chief whiggleberry
           tap tap
whats that
who's there
           it's me glenn beck

 what?
       what?
no King George
wut wut
        i been king jamesed
            with this rotten
                   I been mose deafed
                          with this wall
red wall
                of sickle and hammered

whioggle
  my head
  at a weird angle

      wop dirty wog
   wop wog
 wiggle
just no Irish
        slag
slagger
      sleeper
               sick as a hammer
   still not so
bad

stolen identity 

                 of a nation

   Not the Chickasaw

   what was your walkup music 

 Ripple?  

                        you hippie 

The Joker

                                                 (no scratch that)

 I'm moving through this 

                  The here and now 

                                       where is that? 

I am the whistle that blows 

                                 something blows 

I closed that window

                    at 3 am 

                          and now you tell me 

                                                      but that's water through the screen  

   our indentities

 are mired 

     we flail about 

                                               knowing shit 

and still you've 

GOT to be kidding me 

 but NO 

  it's true and 

                                                                the Arapaho walkup music 

         was completely racist 

                                             I gave him three cigarettes 

and then drank too much

                                                          still the bed was comfortable 

what to do now?

  

   

jetty-fied acreage 

     your burner licence revisited

        the grass was brown 

                                               and you swung a nine iron 

                                                        at the grey sky 

and wandered off to see 

what was around the bend  

 

tea some irish 

                               and revolution tirade 

                                        the steep pitch 

                                        and booties 

                         her dog was not very social

still it didn't matter 

                the hamper was full 

the kettle was shrieking and 

                                                      no one's on the phone 

you had a head full of 

 expenses 

                      the monthly checks would help 

                                    she said 

                                                              have you thought about what you'd like to do next?

                              

               

black

bleak

sunshine strides

september song 

 weebles

and steeples  

                            carried the time                

some canvas shoes
splattered with cadmium orange 

you bought a bag of mandarins 

Ranse Stoddard 

wore an apron 

carried a gun 

and a law book 

my friend said it would be a stupid costume 

I should have been a cowboy 

or the devil

maybe Lance Armstrong

no too real

a friend went as Rickey Henderson

in third grade

I would be Carl Yastrzemski

for reals

or maybe the Human Flame

(just keep smoking?) 

 

emmenthaler at 3:49 am
  November it seems
  is a good time to watch zatoichi
 laugh
  when he knows someone is trying to take advantage of him

Fallujah

Fallada 

lets call th whole thing off

avarice
   breathe avarice
 not that's not you
   sad unshaven
and overslept
   breathe fire for the winds
    breathe locutions
     from the sheets
          you fired the engines
    and stoked fuel to steam
   and stepped aside
    from fiery bellows of steam jets
steeped in mountain myths
    around the bend
   until midnight
    the blond haired gal
 the pickety fence
    the cabin on the hill
johnny fuckerfaster
   you knew them all
  with red vines
 and cherry cokes
    burt reynolds and
supporting your local sheriff
 steam comes again
 water on fire
   rain in the mountains
      a bear crashing through the brush
        we saw a rattlesnake
              coiled in the middle of the trail
    sunning itself leisurely
until we bumbled upon it
but steam will come again
   we patched our way through
    and were still hungry
  for more
more steam
     

empirical asides

asinine and 

 besmirched 

plagued by 

idiocy 

          the tide of 

 relief      

                      seen by the stranded 

      waterlogged 

                             a few carrots 

                             diving for pearls 

                          parking at an angle 

 and waiting

                                           for the shipwreck's green flash

              pirates are bouccaneers 

                       profiteers 

                                                for a government body

                        the steps are bloodied 

  and washed clean 

                                                        the mop and bucket back to their place in closet

     

some psychotic
  nightmare took place
 and did I even know it
 did I think it was normal?
I walked and talked and spewed fire from my nostrils
 and ordered a latte  
and worried about the sun
and my shoes
   I worried my way to the train
despising those coming up the stairs
when I was going down
the fellow commuters
possessive of we were here first space 
fucking move back you fucks
people sleeping
eating
  whatevering
just a freaking shit show
why did I do that
  why is that shit ok?
because you have to get there
is it wrong for me to even ask these questions
yes it is
so fuck that

dreaming the 

pilfered dream 

                                     where the seated bar attendees 

wish the bartender could hear 

seems a simple request 

    "What?"

   of course we understand 

tricks or treats 

                               or whatevers

bracing for the gun-ology 

science 

    no orange plastic  

                  stoppers in that hookup

nothing a good slap in the face won't preclude 

or prelude 

                              don't pry 

                                          i'm a french astronaut and this is rosie the riveter 

                                       ground control to major tom

 who was missing in action

     I guess the band wasn't so tight 

haha    

                               but those comedian gals are pretty hot

                                ahh the                              

                                                  whys and wherefores again 

                                 the wise 

and the heretofore unmentioned

                          keep it under your hard hat 

                       nothing a yellow vest won't hurt 

                          we'll smoke on the back steps and talk 

about engineering school

 play whiffle ball in the street at 2 am

while the police lights spin around at the end of the street

the Tom Swift
of bedded roses
the thyme smell that wakes you
in the backyard as the
neighbor gets evicted
    good bye neighbor who threw slugs into
our yard
 take the screaming children too
   and chop their little heads off
 are you smoking
   again
    hahaha
        see i wore overalls

and drove a sunbeam alpine
 and listened to british blues
    a sorry lot really
                 I'll take Howlin Wolf
ANYDAY
    he lost his mind
 and his memory
just fucking erased
   a shell with personality
  and photos
I smoked a lot of weed
  back then
     did it make me crazy
         maybe it did
   or was it something else
         all three of us are crazy
         was it something else
      YES IT WAS SOMETHING ELSE

Down by the Murdoch
  Burdock root
    Tea cups
Asymptomatic inflammation
 Relief is a quandary
STARE
 At us why don't you
Sleeveless
  or Slevless (as the bar sign barred
    us)
And bored us
   Grammatic quandary
 Now and
Never more