stone 

river 

dry 

    thoughts

        steering the cart 

to the whores

                          a cobbleheaded 

    path 

   through 

            the shadows

      lean on the building 

                           lean on the slabs of meat

                               casings 

                                 of gunfire

                    and warm bodies

                the scenery is delightful

           take a picture 

                                                                      here is where the president slipped a disc

    here is the eternal comedian 

         I can make you cry

tears of joy 

                     have you seen the twitter feed

                           kanye west is still a jackass

                      lead a child to ...

 ...there is no future like no future 

                         the blessing and the pyramids are still 

in Central America

                  where is the ayahuasca, Captain Jones?

           I can build it 

 do you hear it?

                   the sound of one hammer

                         obviously it was aliens 

         responsible for 9/11

                    jet steel doesn't melt fuel beams ? 

                  see the evidence! 

                               how can anyone 

be so blind 

     pikers they call them 

     contrails for Obama

                            we are starving 

            we are dying

               we are being killed 

                         oh i don't know about any of that...

lets take the day off 

              we can see a movie 

              relax 

                      taking a fucking load off

 

   

   

the stormy brine 

the swaggard steps

 the wanted man

                                don't stop believing!

                          just be yourself

                                              get out of the way 

the morose besties

haha (laugh)

   turn on a dime 

                           the scenic path to personality change 

                                        see? 

that's the fucked up part

                       there's always more 

the wayfarer 

    the aviator 

                     the beachcomber 

                                   the Italian movie star

      the lost highwayman

        the Serengetti 

wait where is this going

                      gazelles and wildebeests not wanted here

               see 

            the alleyway 

                   where you found gold

                el dorado de colorado 

         sierra mountains 

    is redundant 

                 still no direction 

    back it up 

    a little to the left

          I need some new shirts

                 

 

                

once upon a fucking motherfucker

i heard nepalese radio

 

Bill Owens' book Suburbia

 Bill was a photographer for The Independent and Tri-Valley Herald newspapers in the Livermore valley. He applied for and received a Guggenheim grant to produce a photography book about the culture of the suburbia. He put a classified ad in the paper asking for people who wanted to be photographed in their home. 

braggadocio

      metamorphosis

                                   the steam bot 

                 centaur 

centaur 

centaur 

      so what 

      stay here 

                 there is no milk in the fridge 

non sequin

non sequin 

non sequin

    

    shiny 

bright 

obama 

 hey now 

                                  I'm drinking coffee

     I did not make pancakes this morning 

      shiny

shine 

shine

  its a beautiful day

GET OUT OF THE HOUSE

laying in bed drinking coffee 

with the computer on my chest 

sequitir 

sequitir 

  seq....

   

 

there was paper
strewn
there was a moment
there was a t shirt
              the floor is swaying
       the eye is buzzing
       the sound is not known
                                                believe the mosquito
                                                its your blood he wants

                                                                                          waistrel painting

demo the silence 

                        a centrifuge 

 a thousand centrifuges 

                   its beer week in Iran

                         we follow
    we deride the thought
        we spend the thought
                   we thought we knew
 how to live

          we awaken to the same worries

thrift store stoner

Iran is a big country

what would the world be like if we didn't think GOD

thank god we'll never know 

it's like death

only the living know it

rudy have you seen the paper
        dont call me rudy
well, you're rude wheres the paper
  its in your ass
      see rude oh fuck it i'll look for it
  look for it in your ass
      weatherman said its going to rain rude boy
  i don't care
    do you like sun rudy
fucking hate it
    do you like green grass
its a pox
      do you like drugs
   fucking love them
    have you seen the paper
         i've got the shits read that
  where are my glasses
shut up
     (doorbell)
oh fuck who's that
   
( Aunt Mae walks in)
 (rude boy leaves)
Arthur are you taking your pills
  yes aunt mae
   good i worry about you
don't WORRY about me everything is ok
  is the rent paid
yes
 did you see the doctor
yes
 did you find your glasses
no not yet
your mother's being moved to a different facility on tuesday

she's doing much better

(rudy in other room) fucking twat
( aunt mae turns to say something, doesn't, turns back)
you should come see her at the new facility heres the address

well i have to run off i'm meeting Dr. West at the cannery
have a lovely time aunt mae
(rudy in other room) fucking twat
Oh my really!!
(aunt mae leaves)

Haha she gave me money
call juan
FUCKING TWAT !

  

there were barriers

 the earth was torn up 

the sky bleary with smoke

no one can 

sleep in that 

           we threw cans at them 

     the hated 

         but they threw them back 

twice as hard

                        so we killed them 

it was easy 

and they had it coming 

we had to protect what was ours

didn't we

 I'd do it again 

  in a fucking heartbeat

                  but they are human 

just like me 

     I'm no saint 

but fuck them 

 it's just not able to go on like that anyway, right 

   we'll bulldoze their fucking homes

         they would kill us if they had a chance

                     so there's that 

 

don't step on that snake
    don't get bit by a British snake
this snake likes tea but not yours
  cut me up cut you down
new world snakes bite harder
who's a dead snake now (not us!)

- various colonial phrases workshopped before "Don't tread on me"

there was no obfuscating
and she had waited in line
all that time

her hands were pomegranates
literally
something had gone horribly wrong

Oklahoma librarians
do it
in a literary dust bowl
bumper sticker
    on route 70
84 Tercel
   with a ski rack
  

some guy sleeping..

more 

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there could

be no 

more

 in the 

hopper

 in the till 

  there could be no

more

 in the 

fucked up 

sentences

that you think 

are coherent thoughts

 there could be no more 

of so much stupidity 

 and 

there could 

be something else entirely 

but there isn't so what get used to it ?

I guess I was used to something else 

but that's gone

or there could be no more

of all that 

whatever that is 

what is that 

what ?