We went to Santa Cruz for Davey Dave's bachelor weekend. No hookers or blow, just beer whiskey and pot vaper. We rented a fancy house on a hill in Soquel. It was filled with glass animal figurines. It was owned by two gay men. They have a Koi pond in the living room. After dinner at the Crow's nest everybody fell asleep. fucking old guys.

 

some echo 

of a foreign catechism 

slide the glass down the bar 

                            some stupid kid got his head slammed into the jukebox 

         by an old drunk 

                                            who didn't like his wisecracks 

             Peter's notebook was thrown into the dishwater 

             by the cartoonist
who had guns

                              jewish space pirates on speed

the ink was running off the page

  years before he joined the Marines and got sent to N. Carolina

                                when he got there he cried 

 that was 1975 maybe 

                   we'd go to the Church St. Station bar

99 cent well drinks
they gave you a penny

                           I was working nights across the street at the bookstore
he'd call

               "Come take a break"

THE FIX IS IN

SAY HELLO TO

     HELLOARY
the prize is a bloody bull's heart
   skewered by picadores lances
             
across the fifty states
        

a farcical method 

of sonic chthulu-isms

    swim deep cold 

          dark into the mystic 

            swim deep breathe 

                      sonic air 

                styled by chanel 

                          breathe deep 

the stark water 

    goosebumps 

and coca-cola's 

                  stark deep breathe  

nice new bathing suit

   stripes

              like in Provence

mish
  mash
 sorry state of affairs
      world is falling apart
          on the internets
                 all of them
                             we speak not
of you
 but of the acts
                of crazy men and women
     people died
                 Bush cried
                               Mission improbable
                                      the snake is in the hand
                                               and bites your eyeball
                                                           now they drown
                          in the beautiful Mediterranean
                                   
                                     

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i didn't have a whistle
       but i 'm not
      winning any races

 

the tired ache
         so blooming
                   steps of grey
                          seeing the dry sound
                                 relief is the sky
                                          women stare at you
                                                  the realization of too much sleep
                                                           the cement is cracked
                                                                 a bicycle rider on a busy sidewalk
                                                                         too many days in a row
                                                                              a child's indian headdress and tomahawk
                                                                                   we burst forth
                                           
               bent over time
       to analyze
 the nature
  of thoughts
         so we get lunch
   nicoise
         but no wine
            qu'elle tragedie
                   mon dieu
                            I drink glass after glass of cold water
                                       then off to the cafe le vie
                                               for double espresso
                                                             

provisionary
   cinema
                   ancillary
                         cross process
                                        some see
 and some say
           the sky is too dark
          so for now
we drink
   on ice
             pernod
absinthe
      we watch for
      the end
of the movies
            stop your car
get out!
       we order milk duds
                and framboise
                        you smoke a cigarette
                              
I watch a dog
   sniffing around
the scene ends with an explosion
  deux ex machina
        we catch the bus home
      

across 

             the crossword 

                rythmn 

perfunktory 

  bass n 

  drums

                   a three letter word 

    for a noise 

                

 

I came from the white world
            snow covered donuts
                    and lima beans
                                    culberwurst  
                          and sneakers -
                                the knees of my jeans
                               were either blown out
or on their way

there was no conflict
it was all conflict
   - not the jeans
 we drove foreign cars
   Datsun, Volkswagen, Peugeot
      we did have a 1965 chevrolet fleet side
            when we moved to the country of
                 cattle farmers -  ranchers

I pitched, played first base
        first year of high school I was a catcher
      Steve Dickinson had a sick dropball
it would fall off the table
   - but I was skinny, bookish, and stoned
                   listened to Dark Star
                         reason tatters
and read The Basketball Diaries

...
                                

            
     

the weather 

was 

 and the wind 

 too 

            we slept 

                     in the daytime 

   did you