cold air
and wind
    and
 sweet cold
rain

ah
yes
the rabbit hole
   down and down
   like a song you can't
 get out of your head

what hole
 what rabbit
remember what the doormouse said
   jack benny remembers 
 

floating
   world
  soon to be
boating
world
   hippies
on haight street
 always
 standing
   in the middle
of the
goddamn
   sidewalk
  harrumph

rig
 the trig
  tap the
tao
 lean
 to
 the
   side
      green
         beer
  barter
    smarter
than u
 he sez
    but i'm down
on all fours
   looking for my
  contact
lens
   still waters
 run deep
  but that's a
puddle
  at least
it rained!
 he sez
    still
no prez
like a madman
daft
delusional
   corrupt
   and bad hair
i swear
   but
 you could
run
he sez
   for the border
haha
 very funny
    but not a bad idea
methinks
   ustinks
  give us this day
     more gibberish
  in sweitzer-deutsch
and we'll sit around the
table
  with our heads bowed
   ploughed
on gewurtztraminer
   in long stem glasses
    candles burning
       watch your hair!

steamed
energy
    laying in tv land
 commercials
   so stupid
     America is dying
     clinging to our
 guns
   white knuckled
  more like pink fatty
 chubs
  fighting the
demons
of
  jesusness
    white robes
        and hippie sandals
           everybody's stoned
on marihuana
   

stay
 nay flee
 oh shoot
 we are the
 world
  who are
you
 whats the
///
word
  why
worry
  ?
   the cats are
long gone
  old junk
truck
   hauled away
money's in
the
  bank
   no parking here
   

raise
 the
 roof drops
 teary
eyed
bag -o-
  bones
 like
 a
dog
just
  interested
 in
a
treat
  i
guess
we're
 all
a little hungry

Be
still \


'stand
    like
 a dan'eline

worry
bout
 


nuthin
   but the
 mutherfuckin
  
sun
 


see
 your
eyes
    they're
 
 green
 like
   your
 
mom's
 

   see your hands

they're
empty
like
    your
   dad's
 

stand
  tall
   dan'eline
 shine
in 
the
 sun

the pilgrims]
   [poison air]
   stage
right
   a sonnet
from
  verona italy
  two small fingers
  of red table wine
  for the children
  mixed with water
she cried when the sun went down
and we argued
   about nothing really
and everything

still fused
to amorphous
   serendipity
       the seeming
       the careering
       the sound bites
       of side eye
       stupefying
whats that
oh
 another joke
 haha
 you're so
   fucked up
hey!

ah the sacred light
   blooms
    like a fury
  startling us
  we stand
and wonder
   great snow covered mountains
stars that go on
to infinity
   a thin layer of LIFE
 sandwiched between molten
rock
  and the shadowy cold of Space
  

Satellite Broom
    sweeps again
he holds the night shift
at the mental detention center
  in Oakley
     the patients are
all sedated and sleeping
as he pushes
his mop
   around
  -the Stanford Experiment patient
who was working as an orderly
gave him a bunch of LSD
   but he didn't take it
      it sat in his pocket
he thought maybe he'd give it
to Billy on the third floor
or maybe that bitch nurse
   Satellite read some of the orderly's novel he was writing
when he was in the shitter
  about an indian who works
janitorial at the mental place
  in the novel Billy says " I'm tired"
     "I'm so tired"
but that's really
  Esther
 the wonder woman
  
    

satellite broom
head
   sweeping
the skies
   for sounds
of America
   see the billboard
man
  stomping
and stuttering
 sputtering
fuming
  - out on the
highway
traffic is at a standstill
 the sky is orange
   cars not honking
people just
 being people
gotta get home motherfucker
   300 miles away Paradise is burning
   but we just see orange
or gold
whatever
that color is
   fire season
wind and dry grass
   temperatures
in the eighties
  up near Concow
you know Concow, right?
the satellite
   keeps sweeping
     data retrieved and sent
       
   
  
 

gray
 face
 wizard
   of the beer selection
  chanting to the mystic
 "We seek the
rights
 to be the lights!"
 ahem
 well
    you
trod the well beaten path
    like a mouse -
secure in your
 funhouse
 wheel games
    what is that
 i don't know
  fuck this

 

down the
   bonnie lass avenue
  down the
    rosemary spriggles
 steeped in tea
    and milk and
  the lies you told
     steeped in the
laughter
 drinking martini
   glasses
you bought for me
   we broke them
  assiduously
  i sent a dozen
      roses to your
 divorce
   sorry bout that 

I strayed
from
the meager epoch
 cattle drive
   congratulated
  a dead cowboy actor
   woke up and smoked
 a cig
   what else
 -found a box of books
   took three Vonnegut paperbacks
and
The Dream Life of Balso Snell
  I liked the cover